Hello again, dedicated readers! Here is the next chapter of my story. Things are about to get a little steamy in here! Little bit of TIVA action in here even though the chapter focuses more on Naomi and Palmer (Oh what fun!) Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen:
Seduction Production
"No way! You'll be seen!" Abby exclaimed.
"You have a better idea?" Ziva asked.
Abby sighed. They really were fighting like sisters now. It was kinda fun.
"With McGee's help, I do. I can get in without the computer logging my ID in. McGee can set up a Trojan horse that will erase my login from the system for a few minutes. I can get in through the ambulance bay."
"Okay. That might work. I will keep an eye on Palmer and find a way to get to him," Naomi agreed.
"And I can have some more fun with Tony," Ziva smiled.
Abby shook her head, but she was happy that they were finally together. If only she could reign Timmy back in to her. Her eyes lit up. She had a plan.
"I saw that sparkle in your eyes, sister!" Naomi exclaimed. "What were you thinking about McGee?"
"None of your beeswax," Abby exclaimed.
"What do bees have to do with McGee?" Naomi asked.
Abby sighed. "It means none of your business. I really need to teach you some American idioms."
"You do know how many languages I speak, yes? Forgive me if I mess up a few American idioms!"
"Okay! You're both crazy ninja chicks. So, my plan. Yay or nay?"
Naomi and Ziva just nodded.
"Okay. Now I have to get to work."
"So do we. Palmer and Tony will be leaving soon. We have to be in position to follow them."
Abby walked to her bedroom to grab her laptop and started up her wireless connection. She was in luck. McGee was online. Now to have fun. She hacked into Timmy's system.
Or tried to anyway.
Timmy had the best firewall systems on his computer. He designed them himself. But Abby knew how he thought…
She nearly laughed when an IM popped up on her screen.
ThomEGemcity: Knock it off Abbs!
Abbsolute: How'd you know it was me?
ThomEGemcity: Only you would know how to get through my firewalls. What do you want?
Abbsolute: I have a plan…
ThomEGemcity: One hour, your apartment.
Abby sent back an affirmative and shut down her computer. She noted the silence in the safehouse. Ziva and Naomi must have already left. She sighed and got ready for her date with Timmy.
And something more, she hoped.
Ziva looked across the block at Naomi's position about 100 meters away. She had binoculars trained on the main gate to the Navy Yard, waiting on Palmer to drive off. Ziva had her eye on someone else. She was waiting on Tony to leave work. She would follow him to his apartment and go from there.
"Got my mark. Palmer will probably stop at the local coffee shop to get a bagel or something before he drives home. I will meet him there."
Ziva lifted her phone. "Understood. See you later, Naomi."
"Aufwiedersehen. Have fun." Naomi signed off of her phone.
Fifteen minutes later, Ziva saw Tony's familiar 2008 Mustang pull out of the Navy Yard. Ziva knew that he had seen her Mini. She waited for a count of ten, then put her car in gear and followed him, keeping at the speed limit for once.
Twenty minutes later, she parked her car in the spot next to Tony's Mustang. She quietly made her way to Tony's apartment.
When she knocked on Tony's door, he was waiting for her. He closed the door quickly behind her and fused his lips to hers.
"God, I missed you!" he replied when they finally stopped for air.
"I can tell," Ziva replied, feeling a certain hardness on her thigh. She was feeling a little heated herself.
"You have no idea," Tony assured her. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, carrying her to his bedroom. Ziva let out an uncharacteristic giggle as he proceeded to show her how much he missed his lover.
Naomi calmly walked into the coffee shop and ordered a white chocolate mocha. She immediately noticed Palmer's eyes on her as she waited on her order. Please Palmer, act like you do not know me!
"White chocolate mocha!" the coffee jerk—was that the correct term?—announced. "That'll be 3.75."
Naomi reached for her money.
"It's on me," she heard Palmer interject. How sweet! she thought.
"Vielen Dank, sir."
"Mind some company while you drink?"
"Why not? You paid for my coffee after all?"
Naomi followed Palmer to a table near the entrance. So far, so good, she thought taking a seat.
"So, to whom do I owe for buying my drink?" Naomi asked as she looked directly into Palmer's eyes. Wow, what beautiful green eyes he has!
"Oh, ah. Sorry. Ah, Palmer. Jimmy Palmer."
Naomi laughed. "As in Bond. James Bond. I like it. Naomi Schmidt. Originally from Athens, Georgia now of Woodbridge, Virginia."
"What brings you to DC?"
"Business with my sisters. You?"
"I work in the Navy Yard."
"Really. You do not seem like a Navy person to me."
"Oh no. I work for NCIS. That's the ah—"
"I know what it means. You're a federal agent?"
"No. I am the assistant medical examiner."
"Fascinating. You work with dead bodies?"
Naomi took a sip of her coffee as Palmer answered.
"That doesn't freak you out?" Palmer asked, feigning surprise rather well.
"No. I think it is intriguing."
They continued their small talk for about twenty more minutes. "So, ah, do you need to get a ride home? You said you were looking for a car. I can drive you to Woodbridge and home."
"Why not? My sisters are always telling me to take chances anyway. And I find you rather fascinating."
"Really? Because I happen to think the same about you."
Naomi grinned. Now he was not acting. She could see the honesty in his eyes. "Follow me, then," she replied taking his hand and leading him out of the coffee shop.
Once they were in the safety of Palmer's—Jimmy's—car, Naomi relaxed. "Impressive acting, Palmer."
"I was in theatre in high school. Was in a couple of productions. Nothing big."
"Still pretty good. So, do you want to tell me why you are scared to death of me at work? Yet you were so at ease in the coffee shop?
"When you're at work, I know you are armed, and I don't want to piss you off."
"And now?" Naomi asked leaning closer to him.
"You seem more, ah, human."
"I am still armed, Jimmy. Just a knife though."
"Okay," he drew out. "Good to know."
Naomi grinned as he swallowed nervously. "Do not worry. I like you too much to hurt you."
"That's a relief."
They continued down the road in comfortable silence. Naomi could feel Jimmy's gaze on her many times as she calmly surveyed the sky. It was clouding up. Just great.
"Looks like rain," Jimmy commented as he took the Woodbridge exit.
"Yes." She proceeded to give him directions to the safe house. She was not surprised to find it empty.
"Looks like it is just you and me, Palmer," Naomi replied as she opened the door.
Just as the bottom fell out of the sky.
"Great!" Naomi groaned as she got soaking wet from the rain. She ran to open the door.
"Good thing, I always keep an overnight bag in the trunk of my car," Palmer replied as he followed her into the house.
"Yeah. Well, I will show you to the spare bedroom and you can change."
"Okay," Palmer replied following her.
"The bathroom's next door if you want a shower. Here is the spare room. See you in a minute."
Naomi walked to the towel rack and grabbed a towel for Jimmy to use. She walked to the bathroom and peered into the room. "Hey Jimmy, need a towel?"
She froze when she finally got a good look at him.
All of him when he turned, completely red.
"Palmer," she joked. "No tan lines. I am impressed."
She grinned again when Palmer attempted to cover himself.
"Palmer, do not be embarrassed. It is nothing I have not seen before. Although…" Naomi handed him the towel and walked off. She had not expected that, she thought as she walked to her room, and started pulling her own wet clothes off. She was down to her underwear when she heard Palmer down the hall.
"What did you mean by--?" Palmer stopped when Naomi turned around in her underwear. "Sorry."
Palmer quickly closed the door behind him, sending Naomi into peals of laughter. She had not expected that either, but it was funny.
Naomi moved to her bathroom and quickly jumped in the shower herself, washing the grime of the day off of her. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and walked into her room. She found her favorite tank top and pajama bottoms and put them on. She put her hair in a ponytail and walked out of her bedroom into the living room.
Palmer was already there, lost in thought apparently. He jumped when she put a hand on his shoulder.
"Es tut mir Leid. I did not mean to startle you."
"I was just lost in thought."
"Really? What about?"
"About how I am seeing a completely different side of you. I like it," Palmer replied with a nervous grin.
"Do not like the tough girl act?" Naomi asked sliding down on the couch next to him.
"It is quite intimidating. But I think I can see through that now." Palmer looked down at her outfit. "Tony was right. You are a Star Wars nut!"
Her tank top read "I just as soon kiss a Wookie!" Her pajama bottoms were of TIE fighters and X-Wings.
"See something you like?" Naomi replied with a seductive grin.
"Yeah?" Jimmy said uncertainly, afraid of Naomi's wrath. He quickly changed the subject. "Want to watch a movie?"
"What if I am not so interested in a movie?" Naomi asked, voice just a tad softer.
"Not even Star Wars?"
"Palmer, shut up." And she leaned into him.
Palmer happily complied, not intimidated anymore by the German/Jewish ninja chick.
Author's Notes: I am pretty sure that temperatures went up just a little bit there. Don't worry though, things are about to swing into action once more as the trio's plan is implemented and one becomes a traitor to the cause…
Until next time!