Disguises (3/4) Abby/Ziva
TITLE: Disguises (3/4) [part 3 became 'really really' long so I had to split it up]
RATING: PG-16 at most (I think lol)
AUTHOR: Ciara06
CHARACTERS: Abby and Ziva
PROMPT: Ziva proves to Abby she is a master of disguises and blending in.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters
A/N: Okay this is done for the NCIS Femslash Ficathon . This is my first attempt at both an NCIS fic and any real hot and heavy flirting (and more ^.~) so I will love you forever for your comments and criticism.
A/N2: Sorry that it took me so long to update, RL and writer's block kept me from completing this and I hope it's okay. I'll post the next part either tomorrow or the next day, I promise.
“Step into my world
And speak to me
In foreign words
I’ve never heard before…”
Abby smiled as she moved about her lab, the lyrics piped out from her speakers.
“Cry with me in waves,
Of liquid feeling
Until all our oceans are dry…”
Saturday night came rushing back to her. It had been two nights, but she could still feel Sarah’s hands running along her waist, could still taste the sweet, hot kisses that tasted of lust and tequila.
“Liquid is right,” Abby mumbled to herself, shifting slightly in her seat and thanking the Powers that Be for not making her a guy, but she couldn’t get rid of the wicked smile on her face at the memories.
“Ask me questions
That have no answers
Place your faith
In what I say…”
The lab tech bit her bottom lip as the irish woman’s sexy brogue filled her ears. ‘Mo alainn aingeal. Tugaim mo chroi duit.’ Over the weekend she had tried to research what the woman had said, which was difficult since she wasn’t able to spell all the words right, but she got a few, like aingeal, which meant angel, and mo which meant my. When she had learned those two and figured out that Sarah had basically called her ‘My Angel’ Abby had found herself grinning like an idiot. While usually she would be slightly creeped out that a complete stranger would be calling her that she couldn’t seem to muster up any sort of nervousness. One she had after all dressed up as a fallen angel for the party and two…there had just been something about Sarah, she had a deadly grace to her, but she wasn’t scary.
‘God listen to me, I sound like an idiot…no more sappy romance movies for me,’ Abby shook her head, finding her thoughts silly. ‘Oh well, it’s not like I’ll see her again…what a shame. I’d love to hear that voice again.’ Another wicked grin formed on her lips.
"Hey Abby. Have you seen Ziva?" A voice intruded on her thoughts, making her groan silently. ‘Wrong voice.’
“No I haven’t Tony. Why?”
She watched a mix of embarrassment and regret flash over the man’s face. “I’ve been trying to apologize to her all day, but we were both real busy. I had hoped to catch her before she left today so we could get this out of the way.”
“What did you do?”
“On Saturday I had text her, asking her to come over. She got to my house and…well…didn’t think my emergency was really an emergency and she was real pissed. She said she had been on an important date. And since then I’ve been trying to apologize.”
“What was the emergency?” Abby asked, slapping away the odd mixture of disappointment and jealously that flashed through her.
“Nothing. I had thought she was just staying at home and wanted to get her out of the house, you know? Introduce her to some real american horror classics,” He said, shrugging lamely at Abby’s incredulous look. “Seemed like a good idea at the time!" He added defensively.
“You took her away from a date? I’d be pissed too.” ‘Especially if her night was anything like mine.’ “Listen, I’m going over to her place tonight to hang out. I’ll put in a good word.”
“Thank Abs,” Tony said, his relief evident. “I owe you. Working with a pissed off Ziva is about as bad as working with a pissed off Gibbs. Though I gotta say, she looks a lot hotter mad then the Boss, especially if she was dressed in the outfit she was in on Saturday. Tight pinstriped pants, billowy white shirt,”
Abby’s head turned quickly, opening her mouth to say something, but movement behind Tony had her mouth clicking shut and her quickly turning back to work.
“Hey Boss,” Tony said quickly as he felt the presence of the older man come up behind him. “Gah!” He yelped at the sharp slap to the back of the head.
“Here’s a word of advice, DiNozzo. You have a highly trained Mossad officer pissed off at you. I wouldn’t even think about chancing her over hearing you talking about her like that,” Gibbs said. “Understand?”
“Got it boss,” Tony replied quickly, rubbing the back of his head. Abby bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the two, while in the back of her mind she wondered what Ziva was doing dressed like that. It didn’t sound like the Mossad agent’s usual attire.
-=-
Abby moved into the apartment, her mouth beginning to water at the delicious smells of tomato, garlic and cheese wafted from the kitchen.
“Make yourself at home, Abby! Dinner is about ready!” Ziva called from the kitchen.
“All right!” The tall woman made to go sit on the couches, itching to sink herself into the supple, suede couches but some books on the woman’s coffee table caught the lab tech’s eye. “Hello, what is this?” She sat down on the edge of the couch, resisting the urge to sit back, and picked up the first book on the small pile. “English to Gaelic dictionary?” Twin eyebrows shot into the young woman’s hair line and startled green eyes swiveled to look at Ziva. “She can’t be…” Abby mumbled, watching the woman as she moved, trying to figure out if what she was thinking was actually the truth. She shook her head. “It’s gotta be a coincidence.” Though there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that told her there was no such thing as coincidence. ‘Gibbs get out of my head.’
Abby put the book back down and looked at the others. They were history books on Ireland, Russia and a few cookbooks. “Of course it is…she’s just brushing up on her history and stuff. And a trained agent always is learning things.” Feeling slightly idiotic for her assumption Abby finally sat back, letting out a small sound of contentment as she sank into the cushions.
“There are times I wonder if you are going to try and steal my couch when I am not looking,” Ziva chuckled as she leaned against the bar that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room.
“Nah, just your cushions,” Abby shot back, grinning widely.
“Well dinner is ready so if you can extract yourself, it’s time to eat.” The Mossad officer shook her head at the young woman who gave a pitiful pout before standing and walking into the kitchen.
The pout immediately left Abby’s face as she caught sight of the food, and her stomach let out a loud groan of protest, prompting a chuckle from her host.
They moved into the kitchen where Abby took a seat at the small island as Ziva pulled a dish out of the oven. Wonderful smells of pasta, garlic, tomato sauce and cheese wafted over to her and Abby found her mouth water as her stomach let out another rumble.
"Wow, that smells great, Ziva. What is it?"
"Truthfully? I just threw a few things together. I believe it is often referred to as a pasta bake," Ziva replied truthfully as she put the dish between their plates and began to serve the Goth.
"Well whatever it is smells delicious. I am so glad I won that bet," Abby grinned widely, digging into her food. She hadn't eaten that much today, she had been busy running errands and catching up on things that got pushed to the side when she was working. Like sleep.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a mischievous grin spread on Ziva’s mouth and she turned to her, eyebrow cocked in question. “What’s so funny?”
“You actually think you won, Abby?” Ziva asked, chuckling softly before taking a bite of her pasta.
Dark eyebrows shot into the younger woman’s hairline as she began to think furiously over the last few weeks. “Who were you?” She watched a playfully sly grin cross Ziva’s lips, surprised at how sexy it made the woman look. The brunette disappeared down a short hallway and returned after a few minutes. Abby was shocked to see her eyes dark and milky looking, the irises almost white with cataracts.
A five was extended in Ziva’s hand as she grinned widely, showing teeth yellowed and browned. “Spare change for a homeless beggar? That’s all right. It’s more then I had before,” The Mossad agents said in the familiar cackle of the old beggar lady that Abby had met on the way to the club.
“Holy crap!” Abby gasped, her eyes widening as she watched Ziva take out a pair of contact lenses, returning her eyes to their usual warm brown, before grabbing a napkin that she used to wipe at her teeth, revealing the white underneath. “That…is…so cool!” Abby was grinning like a little kid now as she looked at the contact lenses then up at the grinning Ziva who looked almost smug. “I had no idea.”
“That is the point, Abby,” Ziva said before picking up the contact lenses carefully and walking back down the hallway. Abby listened as water ran and what sounded like teeth were being brushed. Ziva returned soon and sat back at the table.
“How were you able to make yourself into her?”
“The magick of makeup, contact lenses and a little voice change can go a long way.” Ziva said simply and a small flag shot up in Abby’s mind but she pushed it away for now. Instead her focus turned to the soft smile that played on Ziva’s lips as her eyes turned away. "I have to admit, there are certain aspects of undercover work that I do enjoy. Seeing people's reactions is one of them."
"What are the others?" Abby prompted when the Mossad officer stopped.
"There are times I can be more free with…who I am, what I say or do…then in normal everyday situations."
A bell went off in Abby's mind and she had the distinct feeling that this little tidbit was important…she just couldn't figure out how. 'Damnit! I hate puzzles…okay not really, just the ones that involve me.'
“Like what?”
“Ah,” Ziva swept her hand through the air, brushing the question aside. “Let us talk about something else, something that would be less boring. What did you do with your days off?”
For a moment Abby wanted to ask her question again, but finally shrugged and continued eating, talking in between bites about a few of the things she did.
“Saturday night I went to The Red Ribbon, a club downtown, not far from where you ambushed me for five bucks,” Abby replied with a smirking, earning a chuckle from the other woman.
“I did not ambush you, I was only completing the dare you gave me.”
“Uh huh, sure,” Abby gave shot the other woman a grin before continuing. “I went to their annual Masquerade party and,” The grin on Abby’s face became slightly more wicked. “And I had a damn good time.”
“Oooh, were you alone during this good time or did some lucky guy catch your attention?”
“No I wasn’t alone. And it wasn’t a he, it was a woman,” She replied, keeping her voice casual. She always had a slight apprehension when she told others of her preferences. But she was curious why telling Ziva was making her more nervous then usual.
She watched a dark eyebrow raise in prompt for her to continue and she found herself relaxing when disgust or horror didn’t show in Ziva’s eyes.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Abby asked, wanting to be sure. While their relationship was nothing like what she and Kate had, Abby had come to consider the Mossad officer a dear friend, caring deeply for the woman, charmed by her naivety with most American customs, her fierce protectiveness for friends and her quick, dry humor.
"No. I have been with women myself, I am what you would call…bisexual, yes? Yes," The Israeli answered for herself.
Abby nodded, smiling up at the dark woman through dark eyelashes. "Good, I usual don't like to hide I'm bisexual, it's just you can't be too careful now a days, ya know?"
Ziva nodded in understanding, "So. Tell me about this amazing woman that has caught our dear Abby Scuito's eye."
Abby smiled, blushing slightly and unsure why she was. “Her name is Sarah and I guess I actually caught her eye since she approached me first…sorta.” At Ziva’s confused expression, mixed with another emotion that the lab tech wasn’t able to pinpoint, Abby explained the note sent to her then the note she sent back. “I’ve had people send me lyrics before but most of them are like really well known pop songs or country ballads and stuff. Droom isn’t a band many people know about. It was actually kinda sweet.”
“Droom…I believe I have heard of them.”
“You have?” Abby asked, her jaw dropping slightly in surprise.
“Yes. I have been trying to expand my tastes and have recently gotten interested in…what is it called? Ah yes, Industrial and Electronica. I do not listen to them often, but for a workout or dancing they are quite suitable.”
“Huh,” Abby wasn’t sure what else to say, but nodded. “Well she came over, we talked for a bit then danced, talked a bit more then danced again.” Another grin erupted on the Goth’s face as she remembered the feeling of Sarah leaning towards her, whispering the Gaelic phrase in her ear, then the touch of their lips together.
“Abby,” Ziva snapped her fingers in front of the woman’s face, bringing the dazed expression back into focus.
“Huh? Sorry what?”
“That must have been some dance and some woman if it has you so distracted,” Ziva chuckled softly.
"Yeah. She was really beautiful, well, what I could see around the mask anyway. She was a little taller then you with dark hair and skin and the most amazing eyes. One was like an emerald green and the other was this insane neon green that glowed yellow when the black light hit it. She said it was magick, but I'm just thinking it was a really cool contact lens. She was such an amazing dancer, and really full of herself. Oh and she had this amazing irish accent. She said some stuff ot me in Gaelic and oh my god," Abby smiled. Secretly she had a small thing for accents.
"She sounds very interesting, Abby," Ziva said, unknowing of the soft lilt of her words caressed the Goth's ears and made her force herself from biting her lip.
“I just wish though I knew what she said. I’ve been trying to research it, but have been having trouble.”
“Do you remember what she said?”
‘It’s burned into my memory,’ Abby thought sappily. She felt like a kid with a crush, but oh well. A little crush never hurt anyone, she thought to herself, prudently not thinking of her stalker ex-boyfriend. “Yeah. Part of it at least. The first thing she said was Mo alainn aingeal.”
“Well I know aingeal means angel,” Ziva said. “And mo I believe means my. I’m not sure I’m still learning the language.”
“That’s about as far as I could figure it out. What got you interested in learning Gaelic?”
“I have been wanting to learn another language for some time. And if you would believe it,” Ziva chuckled, Abby noting that it sounded almost bashful. “There is a group called Celtic Woman. I saw them on TV and I was hooked.” Ziva shrugged slightly as she stood up and cleared away their empty plates. “Let’s go into the front room, perhaps we can figure it out from some of my books, hmm?”
Abby nodded and after they got the kitchen cleaned up a bit they moved into the front room, the younger woman quickly taking a seat once more on the couch.
Ziva chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “Would you like something else to drink, Abby?”
“No, I’ll just stick with water.” Ziva nodded and sat next to Abby, reaching forward for one of the books. After handing it to Abby and snagging another for herself she said, “Now, let’s see if we can figure out the rest of that sentence.” They began to quietly flip through the pages, Abby speaking up every so often when she found a word she thought sounded cool or funny.
“Here we are. Alainn means beautiful,” Ziva said after a moment. “Seems this Sarah has dubbed you her beautiful angel.”
Abby smiled slightly. While still slightly creepy Abby couldn’t shake the feeling that there had just been something about how Sarah had acted that had made Abby felt wanted and desired, something she hadn’t felt in some time. There was also something else…
Green eyes looked up to watch Ziva glance over the text, watching her subtle movements as she turned the pages and reached for her wine glass. Her movements were fluid and comfortable, the hint of dangerous sensuality that was always present glimmered every so often, Abby figured that there was no way those things oculdn’t be present. Dangerous, sensual and Ziva just went hand in hand. But there was also a calmness settled on the darker woman that Abby though looked really good on her, It was like watching a big cat relaxing and being lazy. The Goth fought down the silly grin as she suddenly got an image of Ziva with black ears and a tail laying about in the sun with nothing on but a smile.
‘Whoa! Where did that come from?’
She shook her head slightly, but soon turned her attention back to her host. She couldn’t figure out what it was, but for some reason she couldn’t help but look at Ziva just a bit differently. She wondered if maybe it was spending that night with Sarah that had opened her eyes to the beauty of dark, accented, confident women. She let her eyes drift over Ziva’s face, tracing over the soft curls that framed her face, lingering over the full lips that were currently being stroked by a small pink tongue looking for errant drops of wine.
Abby took a big gulp of water.
“Did she say anything else?”
“What?” The word came out in a strangled squeak and Abby quickly cleared her throat. “Sorry, what?”
“I asked if she said anything else?”
“Um yes… Tagame mo chroi dut…and I think I just totally butchered that.”
Ziva chuckled, “I think I have the jist of it.” She picked up another book. Abby saw the title of this one was ‘Common and Uncommon Gaelic Phrases’ and bookmarked between some of the middle pages was a slip of paper. Ziva opened up to the front of the pages. “Well I am going to guess that the second line was of a romantic nature as well. Hold on a moment,” She flipped to near the middle of the book, the makeshift bookmark being slipped under the Mossad agent’s thigh. “Let’s see…ah here we are. It’s actually Tugaim mo chroi duit. Does that sound about right?” Ziva asked and Abby froze, shocked.
“S-Say that again.”
"Tugaim mo chroi duit?”
Abby’s heart pounded in her chest as the little clues that had been popping up the entire night, all the little red flags and alarms became clear… “You were Sarah?” The Mossad officer didn’t say anything, but the tightening of her mouth and her closed eyes was answer enough. “Holy shit, Ziva.”
RATING: PG-16 at most (I think lol)
AUTHOR: Ciara06
CHARACTERS: Abby and Ziva
PROMPT: Ziva proves to Abby she is a master of disguises and blending in.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters
A/N: Okay this is done for the NCIS Femslash Ficathon . This is my first attempt at both an NCIS fic and any real hot and heavy flirting (and more ^.~) so I will love you forever for your comments and criticism.
A/N2: Sorry that it took me so long to update, RL and writer's block kept me from completing this and I hope it's okay. I'll post the next part either tomorrow or the next day, I promise.
“Step into my world
And speak to me
In foreign words
I’ve never heard before…”
Abby smiled as she moved about her lab, the lyrics piped out from her speakers.
“Cry with me in waves,
Of liquid feeling
Until all our oceans are dry…”
Saturday night came rushing back to her. It had been two nights, but she could still feel Sarah’s hands running along her waist, could still taste the sweet, hot kisses that tasted of lust and tequila.
“Liquid is right,” Abby mumbled to herself, shifting slightly in her seat and thanking the Powers that Be for not making her a guy, but she couldn’t get rid of the wicked smile on her face at the memories.
“Ask me questions
That have no answers
Place your faith
In what I say…”
The lab tech bit her bottom lip as the irish woman’s sexy brogue filled her ears. ‘Mo alainn aingeal. Tugaim mo chroi duit.’ Over the weekend she had tried to research what the woman had said, which was difficult since she wasn’t able to spell all the words right, but she got a few, like aingeal, which meant angel, and mo which meant my. When she had learned those two and figured out that Sarah had basically called her ‘My Angel’ Abby had found herself grinning like an idiot. While usually she would be slightly creeped out that a complete stranger would be calling her that she couldn’t seem to muster up any sort of nervousness. One she had after all dressed up as a fallen angel for the party and two…there had just been something about Sarah, she had a deadly grace to her, but she wasn’t scary.
‘God listen to me, I sound like an idiot…no more sappy romance movies for me,’ Abby shook her head, finding her thoughts silly. ‘Oh well, it’s not like I’ll see her again…what a shame. I’d love to hear that voice again.’ Another wicked grin formed on her lips.
"Hey Abby. Have you seen Ziva?" A voice intruded on her thoughts, making her groan silently. ‘Wrong voice.’
“No I haven’t Tony. Why?”
She watched a mix of embarrassment and regret flash over the man’s face. “I’ve been trying to apologize to her all day, but we were both real busy. I had hoped to catch her before she left today so we could get this out of the way.”
“What did you do?”
“On Saturday I had text her, asking her to come over. She got to my house and…well…didn’t think my emergency was really an emergency and she was real pissed. She said she had been on an important date. And since then I’ve been trying to apologize.”
“What was the emergency?” Abby asked, slapping away the odd mixture of disappointment and jealously that flashed through her.
“Nothing. I had thought she was just staying at home and wanted to get her out of the house, you know? Introduce her to some real american horror classics,” He said, shrugging lamely at Abby’s incredulous look. “Seemed like a good idea at the time!" He added defensively.
“You took her away from a date? I’d be pissed too.” ‘Especially if her night was anything like mine.’ “Listen, I’m going over to her place tonight to hang out. I’ll put in a good word.”
“Thank Abs,” Tony said, his relief evident. “I owe you. Working with a pissed off Ziva is about as bad as working with a pissed off Gibbs. Though I gotta say, she looks a lot hotter mad then the Boss, especially if she was dressed in the outfit she was in on Saturday. Tight pinstriped pants, billowy white shirt,”
Abby’s head turned quickly, opening her mouth to say something, but movement behind Tony had her mouth clicking shut and her quickly turning back to work.
“Hey Boss,” Tony said quickly as he felt the presence of the older man come up behind him. “Gah!” He yelped at the sharp slap to the back of the head.
“Here’s a word of advice, DiNozzo. You have a highly trained Mossad officer pissed off at you. I wouldn’t even think about chancing her over hearing you talking about her like that,” Gibbs said. “Understand?”
“Got it boss,” Tony replied quickly, rubbing the back of his head. Abby bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the two, while in the back of her mind she wondered what Ziva was doing dressed like that. It didn’t sound like the Mossad agent’s usual attire.
-=-
Abby moved into the apartment, her mouth beginning to water at the delicious smells of tomato, garlic and cheese wafted from the kitchen.
“Make yourself at home, Abby! Dinner is about ready!” Ziva called from the kitchen.
“All right!” The tall woman made to go sit on the couches, itching to sink herself into the supple, suede couches but some books on the woman’s coffee table caught the lab tech’s eye. “Hello, what is this?” She sat down on the edge of the couch, resisting the urge to sit back, and picked up the first book on the small pile. “English to Gaelic dictionary?” Twin eyebrows shot into the young woman’s hair line and startled green eyes swiveled to look at Ziva. “She can’t be…” Abby mumbled, watching the woman as she moved, trying to figure out if what she was thinking was actually the truth. She shook her head. “It’s gotta be a coincidence.” Though there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that told her there was no such thing as coincidence. ‘Gibbs get out of my head.’
Abby put the book back down and looked at the others. They were history books on Ireland, Russia and a few cookbooks. “Of course it is…she’s just brushing up on her history and stuff. And a trained agent always is learning things.” Feeling slightly idiotic for her assumption Abby finally sat back, letting out a small sound of contentment as she sank into the cushions.
“There are times I wonder if you are going to try and steal my couch when I am not looking,” Ziva chuckled as she leaned against the bar that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room.
“Nah, just your cushions,” Abby shot back, grinning widely.
“Well dinner is ready so if you can extract yourself, it’s time to eat.” The Mossad officer shook her head at the young woman who gave a pitiful pout before standing and walking into the kitchen.
The pout immediately left Abby’s face as she caught sight of the food, and her stomach let out a loud groan of protest, prompting a chuckle from her host.
They moved into the kitchen where Abby took a seat at the small island as Ziva pulled a dish out of the oven. Wonderful smells of pasta, garlic, tomato sauce and cheese wafted over to her and Abby found her mouth water as her stomach let out another rumble.
"Wow, that smells great, Ziva. What is it?"
"Truthfully? I just threw a few things together. I believe it is often referred to as a pasta bake," Ziva replied truthfully as she put the dish between their plates and began to serve the Goth.
"Well whatever it is smells delicious. I am so glad I won that bet," Abby grinned widely, digging into her food. She hadn't eaten that much today, she had been busy running errands and catching up on things that got pushed to the side when she was working. Like sleep.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a mischievous grin spread on Ziva’s mouth and she turned to her, eyebrow cocked in question. “What’s so funny?”
“You actually think you won, Abby?” Ziva asked, chuckling softly before taking a bite of her pasta.
Dark eyebrows shot into the younger woman’s hairline as she began to think furiously over the last few weeks. “Who were you?” She watched a playfully sly grin cross Ziva’s lips, surprised at how sexy it made the woman look. The brunette disappeared down a short hallway and returned after a few minutes. Abby was shocked to see her eyes dark and milky looking, the irises almost white with cataracts.
A five was extended in Ziva’s hand as she grinned widely, showing teeth yellowed and browned. “Spare change for a homeless beggar? That’s all right. It’s more then I had before,” The Mossad agents said in the familiar cackle of the old beggar lady that Abby had met on the way to the club.
“Holy crap!” Abby gasped, her eyes widening as she watched Ziva take out a pair of contact lenses, returning her eyes to their usual warm brown, before grabbing a napkin that she used to wipe at her teeth, revealing the white underneath. “That…is…so cool!” Abby was grinning like a little kid now as she looked at the contact lenses then up at the grinning Ziva who looked almost smug. “I had no idea.”
“That is the point, Abby,” Ziva said before picking up the contact lenses carefully and walking back down the hallway. Abby listened as water ran and what sounded like teeth were being brushed. Ziva returned soon and sat back at the table.
“How were you able to make yourself into her?”
“The magick of makeup, contact lenses and a little voice change can go a long way.” Ziva said simply and a small flag shot up in Abby’s mind but she pushed it away for now. Instead her focus turned to the soft smile that played on Ziva’s lips as her eyes turned away. "I have to admit, there are certain aspects of undercover work that I do enjoy. Seeing people's reactions is one of them."
"What are the others?" Abby prompted when the Mossad officer stopped.
"There are times I can be more free with…who I am, what I say or do…then in normal everyday situations."
A bell went off in Abby's mind and she had the distinct feeling that this little tidbit was important…she just couldn't figure out how. 'Damnit! I hate puzzles…okay not really, just the ones that involve me.'
“Like what?”
“Ah,” Ziva swept her hand through the air, brushing the question aside. “Let us talk about something else, something that would be less boring. What did you do with your days off?”
For a moment Abby wanted to ask her question again, but finally shrugged and continued eating, talking in between bites about a few of the things she did.
“Saturday night I went to The Red Ribbon, a club downtown, not far from where you ambushed me for five bucks,” Abby replied with a smirking, earning a chuckle from the other woman.
“I did not ambush you, I was only completing the dare you gave me.”
“Uh huh, sure,” Abby gave shot the other woman a grin before continuing. “I went to their annual Masquerade party and,” The grin on Abby’s face became slightly more wicked. “And I had a damn good time.”
“Oooh, were you alone during this good time or did some lucky guy catch your attention?”
“No I wasn’t alone. And it wasn’t a he, it was a woman,” She replied, keeping her voice casual. She always had a slight apprehension when she told others of her preferences. But she was curious why telling Ziva was making her more nervous then usual.
She watched a dark eyebrow raise in prompt for her to continue and she found herself relaxing when disgust or horror didn’t show in Ziva’s eyes.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Abby asked, wanting to be sure. While their relationship was nothing like what she and Kate had, Abby had come to consider the Mossad officer a dear friend, caring deeply for the woman, charmed by her naivety with most American customs, her fierce protectiveness for friends and her quick, dry humor.
"No. I have been with women myself, I am what you would call…bisexual, yes? Yes," The Israeli answered for herself.
Abby nodded, smiling up at the dark woman through dark eyelashes. "Good, I usual don't like to hide I'm bisexual, it's just you can't be too careful now a days, ya know?"
Ziva nodded in understanding, "So. Tell me about this amazing woman that has caught our dear Abby Scuito's eye."
Abby smiled, blushing slightly and unsure why she was. “Her name is Sarah and I guess I actually caught her eye since she approached me first…sorta.” At Ziva’s confused expression, mixed with another emotion that the lab tech wasn’t able to pinpoint, Abby explained the note sent to her then the note she sent back. “I’ve had people send me lyrics before but most of them are like really well known pop songs or country ballads and stuff. Droom isn’t a band many people know about. It was actually kinda sweet.”
“Droom…I believe I have heard of them.”
“You have?” Abby asked, her jaw dropping slightly in surprise.
“Yes. I have been trying to expand my tastes and have recently gotten interested in…what is it called? Ah yes, Industrial and Electronica. I do not listen to them often, but for a workout or dancing they are quite suitable.”
“Huh,” Abby wasn’t sure what else to say, but nodded. “Well she came over, we talked for a bit then danced, talked a bit more then danced again.” Another grin erupted on the Goth’s face as she remembered the feeling of Sarah leaning towards her, whispering the Gaelic phrase in her ear, then the touch of their lips together.
“Abby,” Ziva snapped her fingers in front of the woman’s face, bringing the dazed expression back into focus.
“Huh? Sorry what?”
“That must have been some dance and some woman if it has you so distracted,” Ziva chuckled softly.
"Yeah. She was really beautiful, well, what I could see around the mask anyway. She was a little taller then you with dark hair and skin and the most amazing eyes. One was like an emerald green and the other was this insane neon green that glowed yellow when the black light hit it. She said it was magick, but I'm just thinking it was a really cool contact lens. She was such an amazing dancer, and really full of herself. Oh and she had this amazing irish accent. She said some stuff ot me in Gaelic and oh my god," Abby smiled. Secretly she had a small thing for accents.
"She sounds very interesting, Abby," Ziva said, unknowing of the soft lilt of her words caressed the Goth's ears and made her force herself from biting her lip.
“I just wish though I knew what she said. I’ve been trying to research it, but have been having trouble.”
“Do you remember what she said?”
‘It’s burned into my memory,’ Abby thought sappily. She felt like a kid with a crush, but oh well. A little crush never hurt anyone, she thought to herself, prudently not thinking of her stalker ex-boyfriend. “Yeah. Part of it at least. The first thing she said was Mo alainn aingeal.”
“Well I know aingeal means angel,” Ziva said. “And mo I believe means my. I’m not sure I’m still learning the language.”
“That’s about as far as I could figure it out. What got you interested in learning Gaelic?”
“I have been wanting to learn another language for some time. And if you would believe it,” Ziva chuckled, Abby noting that it sounded almost bashful. “There is a group called Celtic Woman. I saw them on TV and I was hooked.” Ziva shrugged slightly as she stood up and cleared away their empty plates. “Let’s go into the front room, perhaps we can figure it out from some of my books, hmm?”
Abby nodded and after they got the kitchen cleaned up a bit they moved into the front room, the younger woman quickly taking a seat once more on the couch.
Ziva chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “Would you like something else to drink, Abby?”
“No, I’ll just stick with water.” Ziva nodded and sat next to Abby, reaching forward for one of the books. After handing it to Abby and snagging another for herself she said, “Now, let’s see if we can figure out the rest of that sentence.” They began to quietly flip through the pages, Abby speaking up every so often when she found a word she thought sounded cool or funny.
“Here we are. Alainn means beautiful,” Ziva said after a moment. “Seems this Sarah has dubbed you her beautiful angel.”
Abby smiled slightly. While still slightly creepy Abby couldn’t shake the feeling that there had just been something about how Sarah had acted that had made Abby felt wanted and desired, something she hadn’t felt in some time. There was also something else…
Green eyes looked up to watch Ziva glance over the text, watching her subtle movements as she turned the pages and reached for her wine glass. Her movements were fluid and comfortable, the hint of dangerous sensuality that was always present glimmered every so often, Abby figured that there was no way those things oculdn’t be present. Dangerous, sensual and Ziva just went hand in hand. But there was also a calmness settled on the darker woman that Abby though looked really good on her, It was like watching a big cat relaxing and being lazy. The Goth fought down the silly grin as she suddenly got an image of Ziva with black ears and a tail laying about in the sun with nothing on but a smile.
‘Whoa! Where did that come from?’
She shook her head slightly, but soon turned her attention back to her host. She couldn’t figure out what it was, but for some reason she couldn’t help but look at Ziva just a bit differently. She wondered if maybe it was spending that night with Sarah that had opened her eyes to the beauty of dark, accented, confident women. She let her eyes drift over Ziva’s face, tracing over the soft curls that framed her face, lingering over the full lips that were currently being stroked by a small pink tongue looking for errant drops of wine.
Abby took a big gulp of water.
“Did she say anything else?”
“What?” The word came out in a strangled squeak and Abby quickly cleared her throat. “Sorry, what?”
“I asked if she said anything else?”
“Um yes… Tagame mo chroi dut…and I think I just totally butchered that.”
Ziva chuckled, “I think I have the jist of it.” She picked up another book. Abby saw the title of this one was ‘Common and Uncommon Gaelic Phrases’ and bookmarked between some of the middle pages was a slip of paper. Ziva opened up to the front of the pages. “Well I am going to guess that the second line was of a romantic nature as well. Hold on a moment,” She flipped to near the middle of the book, the makeshift bookmark being slipped under the Mossad agent’s thigh. “Let’s see…ah here we are. It’s actually Tugaim mo chroi duit. Does that sound about right?” Ziva asked and Abby froze, shocked.
“S-Say that again.”
"Tugaim mo chroi duit?”
Abby’s heart pounded in her chest as the little clues that had been popping up the entire night, all the little red flags and alarms became clear… “You were Sarah?” The Mossad officer didn’t say anything, but the tightening of her mouth and her closed eyes was answer enough. “Holy shit, Ziva.”