December 3rd: Spike! - 500 words - Oh no, someone has spiked the Eggnog! How terrible!~ /s
Warnings: Stripping, drunkenness!
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
The Great Christmas Disaster of 2007
The Christmas party at NCIS was just getting into a full swing. It seemed everyone and their mother had arrived for this year's event.
Abby made sure everything was prepared and picked up the food. It helped that the Christmas decorations had already been set up; all she had to do was make sure the chandelier was secured. After that was done she was off to the store to gather the drinks. She had an awesome idea of buying non-liquored eggnog and spreading a rumor that it was.
It was now 8pm, the party swinging, the music loud and drinks flowing. Abby didn't notice when she started to feel like she was floating, till it was too late. Apparently, someone had spiked the eggnog, and judging by Gibbs's half smirk and the bottle of bourbon now on the table, he was the prime suspect.
The bright lights of the candy canes she had set up captured her attention, she didn't remember setting them up quite like that.
"Jingle Bells" had transitioned into "Baby It's Cold Outside" and a group of whoops and hollers started to surround her.
"Oh my god." She couldn't believe her eyes. Tim, Tony and Ziva were each standing on their desks, swaying to the music. The lights in the room dimmed except the twinkling Christmas lights and the candy canes setting a stage.
As the three moved to the beat, captivating their audience, slowly removing pieces of their clothing, someone moved their desks together forming one giant stage.
Abby didn't know when Jimmy had gotten on top of the chandelier, now above the makeshift stage, but even in her state she knew to warn him.
"Jimmy! No! Get down from there!" Her eyes grew wide when he turned, winked, and started spinning from the chandelier, letting go and catching himself on the middle cane. He twirled and moved in a way that made Abby uncomfortable, she never thought of the autopsy gremlin that way before. More cheers and shouts of "Take it off!" and she couldn't help but to join in.
All eyes were now on the half nude dancers as they ramped up their movements, making obscene sounds while they grinded against the candy canes and each other.
Abby had a hard time pulling her eyes away, but when she did she almost burst into laughter. Gibbs was staring just as wide eyed, and she noticed she wasn't the only one in a tight spot. Gibbs noticed her gaze and he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair.
"What is going on here?!" A booming voice from the balcony stopped the dancing. Leon looked on as three of his agents and one autopsy assistant were standing on desks, practically naked, save for a few strategically placed garlands. He groaned, he knew having a Christmas party wasn't a good idea. That was it, new rule, no alcohol at any sanctioned event. He rubbed his aching head, envisioning all of the HR complaints in his future.