Tequila Therapy - an NCIS fic
Title: "Tequila Therapy"
Author: rainbowjumpsuit
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Ziva/Abby
Rating: PG
A/N: this is just something random I started working on. Trying to get back into writing. Not really set in any certain time-frame. No spoilers. No beta. I fix the mistakes as I see them. FEEDBACK IS LOVE.
Summary: Ziva needs a distraction, Luckily Abby is around to help.
WARNING: This is slash fic. It's nothing graphic, but it does have to do with a relationship between two woman. If this isn't your thing, you definitely made a mistake coming to this journal.
To say that today had been a tough and emotional day would be the mother of all understatements. They'd caught a case today involving an entire family brutually murdered in their house in Quantico. After much investigating it was determined that the husband - Petty Officer Nicholas Conlin - had slaughtered his wife and their two children in a fit of rage after discovering that the older of the children, 7 year-old Jack Conlin was the product of a one-night stand Conlin's wife had engaged in before the two were married. The case had struck a chord within Ziva and for the life of her she couldn't pinpoint the reason. They'd seen - investigated -- things like this before. However, upon entering the crime scene and seeing the tiny body of 4 year-old Sara Conlin lying sprawled on her bed, blood everywhere, two stab wounds gaping from her tiny torso, Ziva had felt such sadness and anger that she had forced herself to confront Gibbs, asking him desperately to just let her switch places with McGee and continue taking pictures oft the perimiter of the home. Gibbs however, had declined, and so Ziva spent her work day gathering evidence inside the house and snapping photos for evidence. By the time the team had arrived back at the squad room Ziva had begun to feel physically sick to her stomach. As soon as the elevator doors dinged open she found herself cupping her hand over her mouth and sprinting to the head, where she wretched and dry-heaved until she was too week to even stand up.
Chastising herslf for her weakness she let her body slide down the wall of her bathoom stall for a moment. She sat there on the floor catching her breath and waiting for her legs to feel like something other than jelly again. When, finally, she felt able to walk again, she pulled herself up from the floor and walked shakily over to the sink, rinsing her face and mouth. She had her head placed down close to the sink, splashing water onto her face, which is perhaps why she didn't hear Abby enter the restroom behing her.
Abby stopped in her tracks, taking in Ziva's discheveled appearance. As Abby stepped further into the bathroom Ziva became aware of the presence of another person. She turned to face Abby, who had taken a couple steps closer to her friend, still studying her.
"Hey Ziva." greeted Abby gently. Ziva smiled back at Abby, though try as she might the smile was half-hearted.
"Hello Abby." replied Ziva, deposting her used paper towels into the trash can before turning her focus completely to Abby. Ziva was dreading this. She loved Abby dearly but she didn't think she had the strength (or the words) to explain to Abby what had gotten her all worked up. Nevertheless, Ziva knew that soon Abby would be asking for an explanation, and Abby didn't disappoint.
"You Okay? What's wrong Ziva?" queried Abby, shuffling a few steps closer to the olive-skinned woman.
Ziva sighed. "Thank you Abby but nothing is wrong. I am fine." she lied.
Abby squinted her dark eyes at her collegue, studing her as if Ziva were a puzzling piece of evidence.
"Does it have something to do with the Conlin case?" inquired Abby, and as usual she was spot-on.
Ziva let out another small sigh, realizing she wasn't going to be able to talk her way out of this, or brush it off. Stepping just barely an inch closer to Abby, Ziva began.
"Yes Abby. It is the Conlin case. I do not know why it is affecting me so much. We deal with things like this every day on the job, even worse in Mossad. I cannot figure out what makes this one different." Ziva relaxed a little, her confession had surprisingly made her feel a bit less tense.
As Ziva's shoulders relaxed Abby stepped even closer to her friend and wrapped her in one of Abby's trade-mark bearhugs. Though slightly stunned, Ziva regained her bearings and hugged Abby back.
As the women pulled out of their embrace Ziva noticed a hint of something - a twinkle? - in Abby's eyes , but before she cound ponder it further Abby was off and talking again.
"Hey Z, it was a tough case. No need to be ashamed of crying over a dead family. We did out job, we got the bad guy - even if he is in the morgue with Ducky - and we brought justice to that family, to those children. Y'know?"
Ziva had to smile at this, Abby trying her best to make her feel better. And then, Ziva realized, Abby was right. They had done their jobs and brought justice to the family and closure to those associated with the Conlins. There was something to be said for that, Ziva mused to herself.
Just then Tony popped his head through the door causing Ziva to smirk. Just like him to get payback, she thought to herself. I barge the men's room, and he pops in here. Perfect. Ziva really wasn't in the mood for another pep-talk from Tony, and she had opened her mouth to say as much, but Tony cut her off.
"Hey... guys. Abby." he said, grinning wickedly. He nodded his head toward Abby before turning his attention back to Ziva.
"Hey Ziva, Gibbs said that since the case is wrapped we're welcome to go home... unless you'd prefer to hang out in the women's toilet all day, that is." he teased.
Ziva shot Tony an evil glare before once again turning to adress Abby. Though her eyes rested on the goth, Ziva words were obviously aimed at Tony.
"Great, we get to leave early. Abby was just asking me to join her for a couple drinks at the bar over on J street."
Abby said nothing for a moment, before locking eyes with Ziva and nodding her head vigourously.
"Yeah, we're gonna go grab a couple beers over at Hurley's. It's been a wicked busy day. We're going to unwind."
Ziva silently thanked Abby for being so creative and observant. A beer at the pub didn't sound like such a bad idea and Ziva would have bet her next paycheck that if Abby hadn't come to her rescue, Tony would have been the one to ask her out for drinks. Not that Ziva had anything against Tony, she just definitely did not feel up to all his joking and teasing tonight. All Ziva wanted to do was get drunk, forget this horrible day - this horrible case - and then stumble into bed sometime before two am.
"Great! Have fun you two! I'm off to meet Gina tonight. She's great. Ivy League college, a graphics designer, and of course a body to die for!" Tony preened, before poping his head back through the women's room door , leaving the two women alone again.
Abby chuckled. "well, he's certainly got plans."
Ziva just nodded
"Well, suggested Abby, "We did tell Tony we were going for drinks. Maybe we should, y'know. For our sanity's sake."
At this, Ziva couldn't help but burst out laughing
"I guess we could get a drink.." pondered Ziva. "actually, yes Abby. That sounds like a wonderful idea. Why don't you grab your things from your lab and I'll grab my pack and meet you in the parking garage in ten minues."
Abby beamed. "sounds like a plan. See you in ten, Z." and with that Ziva was left alone in the bathoom once again.
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Twenty-five minutes later Ziva and Abby were perched on a couple of worn but comfortable barstools. The music was slightly less than deafening and the alcohol was stong. Ziva found herself relaxing in the atmosphere of the club and with a glance over at Abby, she was sure that the goth had been here before. She looked so at home, not to mention all the people calling out to her and saying hello's. Yes, Ziva mused, this was definitely a place frequented by Abby.
"So.." came the voice of the bartender, snapping Ziva from her thoughts, "what can I get for you ladies?"
"I will take a 'sex on the beach'" announced Ziva, as Abby added "And a shot of tequila" to Ziva's drink order.
Ziva turned to stare at Abby, confused.
"What? I'm having one too. It's a tradition. You get whatever drink you want, and then a shot of tequila as a chaser. " Abby explained. "Wow, sometimes I think Tony is right. We're really going to have to get you to assimilate better."
Ziva chuckled at Abby's statement as her drink (or drinks) was placed in front of her. Abby Just nodded her head at the bartender and in seconds a beer and a shot of tequila were placed in front of her.
"They know you here." remarked Ziva, merely stating a fact.
Abby nodded as she downed her first shot of tequila and motioned the bartender for another.
"Yeah, I've been coming here at least a couple times a week since I started working at NCIS. Friendly people, good music, alochol - what more could you ask for?!"
As the bartender returned with Abby's next shot, Ziva sipped at her sex on the beach. Silence stretched between the two and the moment was going to become akward any second now. Ziva was so angry with herself. If she was going to do this job, she had to make a deal with herself to leave work at work. She was off now, case closed, having drinks with Abby and she was not going to sulk through the entire evening. She'd made up her mind, and with that Ziva raised her tequila shooter and downed it in one swallow, motioning for another.
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Two hours and a good two dozen tequila shots later, both women were feeling more than just a little tipsy. They'd moved to a corner table of the pub, to allow themselves some privacy. They had talked of Abby's dog Jethro, Ton'y obsession with picking on McGee, the merits of investing in the new iPOD phone, and even speculated on the true nature of Gibbs and Jenny's relationship.
The alcohol still flowing freely through their veins had loosened them both up and they were giggling and bonding and sharing secrets. Ziva had surprised herself by giggling when Abby made some joke about Tony and his porn collection. Ziva couldn't remeber the last time she'd giggled - if ever, but Abby was bringing that out in her. Actually, that wasn't the only thing Abby was bringing out in her. At first, Ziva had put off her feelings to all the alcohol they were both consuming and the companionship that Abby had offered her. But the longer they sat in this bar, talking and laughing and getting to know eachother, the harder if was becoming for Ziva to remain in her self-imposed denial. There was something about Abby. Just... somthing. And it was driving Ziva wild.
"...and then I thought maybe we could chill at my apartment for a while and watch a movie, if you want?"
Abby's request caused Ziva's head to jerk up, her eyes reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. In Ziva's suprise she'd also jumped just a little, slamming her knee on the bottom of the table, causing their drinks to splash a bit and then bobble. Ziva grabbed a handful of napkins and began scrubbing at the mess while her mind raced over Abby's offer.
Did she want to go to Abby's apartment? See a movie with her? Sure, that all sounded perfectly nice, but given the ambiguous feelings Ziva was having toward her eccentric co-worker, she was afraid it could be a disaster. Especially tonight. Especially with the amount of alcohol they'd consumed. Especially -
Suddenly all councious thought ceased in Ziva's brain as she felt Abby's hand on hers, tugging her closer. So close that she could smell Abby's unique perfume. Before Ziva could react, Abby's lips were on hers, lightly at first, exploring. When Ziva started to kiss her back Abby's tongue took control, sliding inside Ziva's mouth to taste her exotic flavor. Ziva found herself lost inside the kiss. The sentsation of Abby's lips on hers caused her to groan low in her throat. It was Ziva's groan, however, that made both woman pull back, realizing where they were.
Ziva's eyes stayed focused on Abby's lips however, and Abby slid her hand under their booth to gently stroke Ziva's upper thigh, almost eliciting another moan from the Mossad-trained assassin. Since Ziva's eyes were still transfixed on Abby's lips, Abby decided she should speak first.
"So... Ms. David, how about that movie?" Abby grinned, still allowing her hand to rub light circles on Ziva's leg.
Ziva blinked two... three times as if trying to focus on something before finally answering Abby in the quickest way she knew how.
"Miss! Check please!" announced Ziva, one hand shooting in the air to get the waitresses' attention while her other hand found Abby's and interlaced their fingers together.
As the two women walked out of the bar, their hands still gripping eachother, one thing was for sure. Ziva David was NOT thinking about the case they'd worked that day. In fact, she wasn't thinking about much else other than Abby and her desire to kiss those ruby red lips again.
Author: rainbowjumpsuit
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Ziva/Abby
Rating: PG
A/N: this is just something random I started working on. Trying to get back into writing. Not really set in any certain time-frame. No spoilers. No beta. I fix the mistakes as I see them. FEEDBACK IS LOVE.
Summary: Ziva needs a distraction, Luckily Abby is around to help.
WARNING: This is slash fic. It's nothing graphic, but it does have to do with a relationship between two woman. If this isn't your thing, you definitely made a mistake coming to this journal.
To say that today had been a tough and emotional day would be the mother of all understatements. They'd caught a case today involving an entire family brutually murdered in their house in Quantico. After much investigating it was determined that the husband - Petty Officer Nicholas Conlin - had slaughtered his wife and their two children in a fit of rage after discovering that the older of the children, 7 year-old Jack Conlin was the product of a one-night stand Conlin's wife had engaged in before the two were married. The case had struck a chord within Ziva and for the life of her she couldn't pinpoint the reason. They'd seen - investigated -- things like this before. However, upon entering the crime scene and seeing the tiny body of 4 year-old Sara Conlin lying sprawled on her bed, blood everywhere, two stab wounds gaping from her tiny torso, Ziva had felt such sadness and anger that she had forced herself to confront Gibbs, asking him desperately to just let her switch places with McGee and continue taking pictures oft the perimiter of the home. Gibbs however, had declined, and so Ziva spent her work day gathering evidence inside the house and snapping photos for evidence. By the time the team had arrived back at the squad room Ziva had begun to feel physically sick to her stomach. As soon as the elevator doors dinged open she found herself cupping her hand over her mouth and sprinting to the head, where she wretched and dry-heaved until she was too week to even stand up.
Chastising herslf for her weakness she let her body slide down the wall of her bathoom stall for a moment. She sat there on the floor catching her breath and waiting for her legs to feel like something other than jelly again. When, finally, she felt able to walk again, she pulled herself up from the floor and walked shakily over to the sink, rinsing her face and mouth. She had her head placed down close to the sink, splashing water onto her face, which is perhaps why she didn't hear Abby enter the restroom behing her.
Abby stopped in her tracks, taking in Ziva's discheveled appearance. As Abby stepped further into the bathroom Ziva became aware of the presence of another person. She turned to face Abby, who had taken a couple steps closer to her friend, still studying her.
"Hey Ziva." greeted Abby gently. Ziva smiled back at Abby, though try as she might the smile was half-hearted.
"Hello Abby." replied Ziva, deposting her used paper towels into the trash can before turning her focus completely to Abby. Ziva was dreading this. She loved Abby dearly but she didn't think she had the strength (or the words) to explain to Abby what had gotten her all worked up. Nevertheless, Ziva knew that soon Abby would be asking for an explanation, and Abby didn't disappoint.
"You Okay? What's wrong Ziva?" queried Abby, shuffling a few steps closer to the olive-skinned woman.
Ziva sighed. "Thank you Abby but nothing is wrong. I am fine." she lied.
Abby squinted her dark eyes at her collegue, studing her as if Ziva were a puzzling piece of evidence.
"Does it have something to do with the Conlin case?" inquired Abby, and as usual she was spot-on.
Ziva let out another small sigh, realizing she wasn't going to be able to talk her way out of this, or brush it off. Stepping just barely an inch closer to Abby, Ziva began.
"Yes Abby. It is the Conlin case. I do not know why it is affecting me so much. We deal with things like this every day on the job, even worse in Mossad. I cannot figure out what makes this one different." Ziva relaxed a little, her confession had surprisingly made her feel a bit less tense.
As Ziva's shoulders relaxed Abby stepped even closer to her friend and wrapped her in one of Abby's trade-mark bearhugs. Though slightly stunned, Ziva regained her bearings and hugged Abby back.
As the women pulled out of their embrace Ziva noticed a hint of something - a twinkle? - in Abby's eyes , but before she cound ponder it further Abby was off and talking again.
"Hey Z, it was a tough case. No need to be ashamed of crying over a dead family. We did out job, we got the bad guy - even if he is in the morgue with Ducky - and we brought justice to that family, to those children. Y'know?"
Ziva had to smile at this, Abby trying her best to make her feel better. And then, Ziva realized, Abby was right. They had done their jobs and brought justice to the family and closure to those associated with the Conlins. There was something to be said for that, Ziva mused to herself.
Just then Tony popped his head through the door causing Ziva to smirk. Just like him to get payback, she thought to herself. I barge the men's room, and he pops in here. Perfect. Ziva really wasn't in the mood for another pep-talk from Tony, and she had opened her mouth to say as much, but Tony cut her off.
"Hey... guys. Abby." he said, grinning wickedly. He nodded his head toward Abby before turning his attention back to Ziva.
"Hey Ziva, Gibbs said that since the case is wrapped we're welcome to go home... unless you'd prefer to hang out in the women's toilet all day, that is." he teased.
Ziva shot Tony an evil glare before once again turning to adress Abby. Though her eyes rested on the goth, Ziva words were obviously aimed at Tony.
"Great, we get to leave early. Abby was just asking me to join her for a couple drinks at the bar over on J street."
Abby said nothing for a moment, before locking eyes with Ziva and nodding her head vigourously.
"Yeah, we're gonna go grab a couple beers over at Hurley's. It's been a wicked busy day. We're going to unwind."
Ziva silently thanked Abby for being so creative and observant. A beer at the pub didn't sound like such a bad idea and Ziva would have bet her next paycheck that if Abby hadn't come to her rescue, Tony would have been the one to ask her out for drinks. Not that Ziva had anything against Tony, she just definitely did not feel up to all his joking and teasing tonight. All Ziva wanted to do was get drunk, forget this horrible day - this horrible case - and then stumble into bed sometime before two am.
"Great! Have fun you two! I'm off to meet Gina tonight. She's great. Ivy League college, a graphics designer, and of course a body to die for!" Tony preened, before poping his head back through the women's room door , leaving the two women alone again.
Abby chuckled. "well, he's certainly got plans."
Ziva just nodded
"Well, suggested Abby, "We did tell Tony we were going for drinks. Maybe we should, y'know. For our sanity's sake."
At this, Ziva couldn't help but burst out laughing
"I guess we could get a drink.." pondered Ziva. "actually, yes Abby. That sounds like a wonderful idea. Why don't you grab your things from your lab and I'll grab my pack and meet you in the parking garage in ten minues."
Abby beamed. "sounds like a plan. See you in ten, Z." and with that Ziva was left alone in the bathoom once again.
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Twenty-five minutes later Ziva and Abby were perched on a couple of worn but comfortable barstools. The music was slightly less than deafening and the alcohol was stong. Ziva found herself relaxing in the atmosphere of the club and with a glance over at Abby, she was sure that the goth had been here before. She looked so at home, not to mention all the people calling out to her and saying hello's. Yes, Ziva mused, this was definitely a place frequented by Abby.
"So.." came the voice of the bartender, snapping Ziva from her thoughts, "what can I get for you ladies?"
"I will take a 'sex on the beach'" announced Ziva, as Abby added "And a shot of tequila" to Ziva's drink order.
Ziva turned to stare at Abby, confused.
"What? I'm having one too. It's a tradition. You get whatever drink you want, and then a shot of tequila as a chaser. " Abby explained. "Wow, sometimes I think Tony is right. We're really going to have to get you to assimilate better."
Ziva chuckled at Abby's statement as her drink (or drinks) was placed in front of her. Abby Just nodded her head at the bartender and in seconds a beer and a shot of tequila were placed in front of her.
"They know you here." remarked Ziva, merely stating a fact.
Abby nodded as she downed her first shot of tequila and motioned the bartender for another.
"Yeah, I've been coming here at least a couple times a week since I started working at NCIS. Friendly people, good music, alochol - what more could you ask for?!"
As the bartender returned with Abby's next shot, Ziva sipped at her sex on the beach. Silence stretched between the two and the moment was going to become akward any second now. Ziva was so angry with herself. If she was going to do this job, she had to make a deal with herself to leave work at work. She was off now, case closed, having drinks with Abby and she was not going to sulk through the entire evening. She'd made up her mind, and with that Ziva raised her tequila shooter and downed it in one swallow, motioning for another.
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Two hours and a good two dozen tequila shots later, both women were feeling more than just a little tipsy. They'd moved to a corner table of the pub, to allow themselves some privacy. They had talked of Abby's dog Jethro, Ton'y obsession with picking on McGee, the merits of investing in the new iPOD phone, and even speculated on the true nature of Gibbs and Jenny's relationship.
The alcohol still flowing freely through their veins had loosened them both up and they were giggling and bonding and sharing secrets. Ziva had surprised herself by giggling when Abby made some joke about Tony and his porn collection. Ziva couldn't remeber the last time she'd giggled - if ever, but Abby was bringing that out in her. Actually, that wasn't the only thing Abby was bringing out in her. At first, Ziva had put off her feelings to all the alcohol they were both consuming and the companionship that Abby had offered her. But the longer they sat in this bar, talking and laughing and getting to know eachother, the harder if was becoming for Ziva to remain in her self-imposed denial. There was something about Abby. Just... somthing. And it was driving Ziva wild.
"...and then I thought maybe we could chill at my apartment for a while and watch a movie, if you want?"
Abby's request caused Ziva's head to jerk up, her eyes reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. In Ziva's suprise she'd also jumped just a little, slamming her knee on the bottom of the table, causing their drinks to splash a bit and then bobble. Ziva grabbed a handful of napkins and began scrubbing at the mess while her mind raced over Abby's offer.
Did she want to go to Abby's apartment? See a movie with her? Sure, that all sounded perfectly nice, but given the ambiguous feelings Ziva was having toward her eccentric co-worker, she was afraid it could be a disaster. Especially tonight. Especially with the amount of alcohol they'd consumed. Especially -
Suddenly all councious thought ceased in Ziva's brain as she felt Abby's hand on hers, tugging her closer. So close that she could smell Abby's unique perfume. Before Ziva could react, Abby's lips were on hers, lightly at first, exploring. When Ziva started to kiss her back Abby's tongue took control, sliding inside Ziva's mouth to taste her exotic flavor. Ziva found herself lost inside the kiss. The sentsation of Abby's lips on hers caused her to groan low in her throat. It was Ziva's groan, however, that made both woman pull back, realizing where they were.
Ziva's eyes stayed focused on Abby's lips however, and Abby slid her hand under their booth to gently stroke Ziva's upper thigh, almost eliciting another moan from the Mossad-trained assassin. Since Ziva's eyes were still transfixed on Abby's lips, Abby decided she should speak first.
"So... Ms. David, how about that movie?" Abby grinned, still allowing her hand to rub light circles on Ziva's leg.
Ziva blinked two... three times as if trying to focus on something before finally answering Abby in the quickest way she knew how.
"Miss! Check please!" announced Ziva, one hand shooting in the air to get the waitresses' attention while her other hand found Abby's and interlaced their fingers together.
As the two women walked out of the bar, their hands still gripping eachother, one thing was for sure. Ziva David was NOT thinking about the case they'd worked that day. In fact, she wasn't thinking about much else other than Abby and her desire to kiss those ruby red lips again.