The very much requested follow up and yes there is the possibility of one more...
The songs referenced in the story are "Something to talk About" Bonnie Raitt and "I Just Wanna Dance with You" George Strait.
Hope you all Enjoy :)
Tony had lost Lisa somewhere not surprising since she'd totally ignored the mistletoe he'd tucked her under. Sighing he wandered over to where Abby and McGee looked deep in conversation.
"What's up?" as he spoke Abby giggled and McGee chuckled. "What?"
Abby smothered the rest of her laugh, "That's what we're trying to figure out. Take a look at that."
Tony glanced in the direction she motioned to with her glass. Gibbs and Ziva were leaning against the Jukebox.
"…and" but then he watched the smile that curved Ziva's mouth, and the one that Gibbs answered with. Maybe he hadn't been imagining what he thought he'd seen earlier. "You think?"
"To say the least Tony, something's up with those two." McGee watched Ziva look at Gibbs in shock then laugh. He hadn't seen Gibbs smile this much in, well ever.
"You two are telling me you had no idea those two have had the hots for each other for….like forever?" Both McGee and Tony swung their heads to look at her as though she was crazy. "Men are blind, well except for Gibbs."
"Apparently." Tony swallowed hard when Ziva gave Gibbs a very blatant, lingering look. A blind man knew what that look meant. It didn't go unnoticed by others in the room either. He watched Vance's wife grin gleefully at Abby.
"I'm not sure whether to wish Gibbs luck or offer him an energy drink?" McGee heard someone behind him laugh and realized he might have spoken just a touch too loud.
Tony watched Ziva shoot the rest of her drink set it down, take Gibbs' beer and set it down then hold out her hand. It was clear she was asking him to dance. "Does Gibbs even dance?" Only then did it dawn on him what song had begun playing.
The grin that hit Gibbs' face was even bigger than before, he bit his lip shook his head on a laugh then took her hand and danced her right past Vance and his secretary.
McGee cleared his throat. "I'm thinking he knows how."
Tony choked down a sip of his beer, watching Gibbs turn Ziva in a prefect circle of red dress and smiles. The dance was effortless for both of them, hands meeting in perfect time, nothing but grace and energy. When Gibbs swung her under his arm, he actually laughed and Tony was pretty sure he'd stepped through the looking glass. Just what the hell was in the punch Lisa had handed him earlier? He could ask her since she'd suddenly appeared next to him nudging Abby.
"If he moves like that on the dance floor do you think that means…." Tony heard a snicker from Abby and physically head-slapped himself to get rid of that mental picture.
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Stop now, just don't say anymore." Tony ran his beer bottle across his forehead.
Abby looked at Tony and laughed, then watched a wicked look cross his face. That fast he was making his way across the room, stopping at the jukebox. She watched him grin to himself and wondered just what he was up too?
Tony looked over the selections hoping against hope he'd find what he was looking for, he almost shouted when it was. George Strait was the man… He turned to make his way back to Abby and McGee and caught Gibbs raised eyebrow as he twirled Ziva in another perfect circle. Without even a hint at subtlety he gave Gibbs the thumbs up sign "Got your back boss." He heard a few more chuckles and he was pretty sure Gibbs blushed, Hell had well and truly frozen over.
Making his way back he saw Lisa give him a curious look. "Figured I could help a guy out, or let George Strait help him out."
Abby squeeled softly "Which song..please please tell me."
Tony heard the first few strains start. "I Just Wanna Dance With You…..though I'm thinking that's not all either of them are reaaalllly thinking." McGee laughed, Lisa giggled and Abby punched him in the arm. As the strains of the song filtered throughout the room he watched Gibbs find him and wink. Yep he was pretty sure that was a pig he just saw fly by.
Abby sighed as she watched Gibbs lead Ziva into a waltz Fred and Ginger would envy. "He's really good at that, I though watching him hold a rifle was romantic but this just blows that out of the water."
Lisa sighed, "I've hear stories about the way he sands wood…." She burst out laughing when the two men on either side of her looked at her like she should be embarrassed. "Relax Tony because of those two you might just get lucky tonight."
Tony took a long sip of beer unsure whether to be insulted or flattered. Still…
McGee snorted, Abby laughed and somewhere behind them more women sighed.
Lisa cocked her head "And that look, I'd seriously pay to have that focused on me."
Tony cleared his throat, thinking the way Ziva was watching Gibbs was equally entrancing. "Gibbs definitely knows how to focus." That brought more giggles from the ladies, and he almost head smacked himself again.
Gibbs hadn't been lying when he'd said he could dance, but she'd seriously underestimated just how good he was. Every move was perfection, carefully orchestrated to match the strum of the songs guitar strings. Moving in his arms was easy, forcing her gaze away from his even long enough to make sure she didn't miss a step wasn't. And he'd worn all black. Gibbs in all black was a force to be reckoned with. It didn't happen often but when it did Ziva never failed to picture him wrapped in her black cotton sheets rather than the well fitting suit jacket that was a favorite of hers.
"Those lessons do you still give them?"
Gibbs brought her in just a bit closer, letting his lips brush her ear. "Not thinking you need them Ziver."
Ziva caught her breath as he whirled her away and then back again against his shoulder. "I was thinking of perhaps some private dancing….lessons that is." She took satisfaction in the way he almost but not quite stumbled. "Nice recovery."
Gibbs ducked his head again breathing in the scent of her, "Have a feeling we're both gonna need a lot of recovery time, after the dancing that is." He watched her blush nearly the shade of her dress and was once again reminded of those damn tempting buttons.
"Rule 9? What does that have to do with dancing?" She saw his confused look "You whispered it…rule 9"
Gibbs brought her even closer remembering only at the last minute that they were in a very public venue. Easing a bit more space between them he let his eyes rake over her. "22 buttons Ziva, I'm not undoing them all, rule number 9 problem solved." the song ended and as the next one began he whirled her in Vance's general direction nodding at her as he took Jackie's hand knowing they would both need a graceful way off the dance floor at some point.
Ziva was still reeling from Gibbs words as Vance took her up into a far less entrancing but not unpleasant dance. He'd counted the buttons on her dress. Looking down she did some fast counting and realized he'd been exactly right. He caught her looking and laughed. Flushing she turned her attention back to Vance who had a million questions in his eyes.
"So, you and Gibbs?" Vance fairly stumbled over the words and was answered with her infectious laugh.
"Gibbs and I what, director?" She watched him look decidedly uncomfortable with her question. "We just danced."
It was Vance's turn to laugh. "Pardon me for saying so Agent David, but that wasn't just a dance that was a coming out party." She blushed glance over to Gibbs with a pretty flutter of her lashes and for just a brief moment it was easy to see why Gibbs would break his own rules.
"And if it was, are you going to try to stop it?" Ziva didn't hide the edge in her words but softened them some with a smile.
Vance laughed lightly, "Tried that once didn't work he demanded you back." He watched her eyes widen, glance to Gibbs and soften with something he hadn't seen before.
"It will not interfere with work." Ziva said the words not entirely believing them.
Vance gave her the eyebrow. "Oh I certain it will at least once but I'm sure we'll all manage just fine. Besides if I did try to stop it I'm pretty sure he'd just threaten to retire."
Ziva grinned, "That he would." The song was ending and Vance was leading her off the floor, suddenly she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach.
Vance gave her a quick hug "Merry Christmas Ziva."
After he led Jackie back to her husband Gibbs went to standing next to Ziva again, not quite looking at her next to the desert table. To his amusement she was entirely focused on the chocolate dipped strawberries. "Hungry Ziva?"
He watched her flush deeply, rub her hands along the side of her dress and give him a side long look. "it is your fault." His mouth kicked up at the corner, "The dancing and all."
Gibbs grinned and swiped a strawberry, taking a bite enjoying the look on her face almost as much as the delicacy itself. "Want some?"
The echo of the moments before their dancing came back to her. "What I would like is a subtle way to leave this party with you. I know you do not like to make a scene." At his look she smiled. "I think I have tested your limits enough tonight."
Gibbs shook his head glanced at the few remaining people in the room, all friendlies if he had to categorize them and tossed the remaining strawberry in the trash. "Oh Ziva you haven't begun to test my limits trust me." He tilted her chin pointing up to the mistletoe they had landed under. "But you can try when we get home."
Ziva saw Gibbs intent felt the butterflies multiply, thought briefly of the other people watching. But, when his mouth landed ever so briefly on hers all of it slid away. It was just a wickedly fast slide of his mouth across hers, the taste of bourbon just barely hit the tip of her tongue before he was pulling away again. Then he was whispering in her ear. "I think we're pretty much done with subtle Ziver."