Developing
Title: Developing
Words: 1,131
Fandom: NCIS
A/N: This one was for me. ^^ FINALLY got Jimmy and Michelle to work with me. ^^
“Where d’you think he learned to dance?”
"What?" Abby had to shout to be heard over the music, and Tony shook his head. He just didn’t understand how she could do this night after night…after night. He’d only been in the club, aptly named The Dark Room, for an hour, and already he knew his ears would be ringing long after he fell asleep.
"Palmer! Lookit him go. That's the third girl he's danced with this song. I wanna know where he's getting it from. And where I can get some."
"From the looks of the table, probably Jim Beam."
"Hmm. Wouldn't have pegged Palmer for a whiskey boy."
"Well you know what they say. Work hard, play hard." Abby grinned, bouncing along with the music.
"How hard is he working?" Tony mused. "I thought Ducky did everything."
"Uh, yeah, except for all Jimmy's medical school work. And oh yeah, all the autopsy grunt work. And the procedures Ducky tests him on. And he works the night and weekend shifts mostly now, so this is the first night he's had free in a long time where he wasn't passing out on my futon, believe me."
"I believe you, alright? I just...wow." He nudged her in the ribs. "Fourth girl."
"Except the song changed two minutes ago."
"You could have told me. You know all this stuff sounds the same to me-is Palmer dancing with Ziva now?"
"I always thought they'd be kind of cute together, don't you think?"
Tony shuddered slightly. "I always thought he'd be more...I don't know, Agent Lee's speed."
"Ooh, thanks for reminding me. I need to find Mish."
"Who?"
"Mish-Mish,” Tony gave her a blank look. “Uh, Michelle, duh. Last time I saw her she was puking up her drink in the bathroom."
"And you left her there?"
"She told me to leave. Said it was unprofessional for me to see her like that. Besides, I had one of my friends keep an eye on her."
"That cute blond I was talking to before?"
"Yeah, Andy."
"Now, just so we can be clear, that's short for Andrea, righ? Not Andrew or Andres or something?"
"Of course," She grinned.
"Thank you-"
"Would this be a bad time to point out Andrea is a genderless name?"
"What?"
"Andrea Bocelli."
Tony swore quietly. Luckily, even if the music hadn’t been loud enough to cover him, Ziva’s sudden appearance would have been more than enough to distract Abby.
“I’ve lost Jimmy!” She shouted in. Apparently Jimmy hadn’t been the only one hitting the whiskey, Tony mused to himself, watching her sway with the music slightly.
“You don’t sound too concerned!”
Ziva grinned. “Considering I lost him to two redheads that even Gibbs would drool over, I’m rather sure he’s in good hands.”
“What the Hell!” Tony shouted. “Palmer’s getting more play than I have in a month!”
Ziva and Abby just looked at each other and laughed. Tony rolled his eyes, figuring it wasn’t really worth it anymore.
“I’m getting drinks! You two want anything, or are you too busy cackling?”
He was halfway to the bar when he caught sight of two familiar faces. Huh, he grinned to himself. He’d been right, apparently; Jimmy and Michelle were more to each other’s speeds than Ziva. He turned to the bartender as Jimmy and Michelle left together, trying to remember if Abby had wanted a Bloody Mary or a Bloody George-
Left together?
Tony spun around and gaped, watching the two of them stumble out the doors and out onto the street, barely able to keep their hands off each other long enough to hail a cab.
When did that-where were they-holy shit, he did not envy that cab driver.
"Oh man," Tony turned to the man standing next to him, feeling almost giddy. "This'll be a great story for McGee on Monday!"
"What?" He shouted back.
“I said-” Tony frowned. "Never mind!"
The man frowned slightly as well, before grinning. “Hey! You wanna dance?”
Tony quirked an eyebrow. “Thanks, but, ah, I gotta find a friend of mine.”
The guy shrugged. “Your loss.”
Tony moved as fast as he could back towards their table. Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Christmas had come early. He had to call McGee-no, he had to tell Ziva-Abby. Abby would kill-
"There you are!" Speak of the devil, he grinned, as she forced her way through the crowd. "Can you see Michelle? She's not in the bathroom, Andy lost her, and I-"
"I'll do you one better!"
"How?"
He leaned forward so she could hear him better. "Mish-Mish just left."
"Tony! Did you see who she left with? Oh no..." Abby gasped, plunging into the depths of her bag with both hands. "I mean yeah, she's a hard ass, but she's also tiny and Asian and pretty and cute! You know how many guys here would kill for that? I need to call her right now and make sure she's-"
Tony grabbed her shoulders, waiting until she was facing him. "Abby. She's safe. Don't worry."
"Are you sure Tony?"
"If I wasn't, I would have gone after her."
"Well," Abby sighed, relief visible on her face. "Thank God you saw her...wait."
"What now?"
"You can't tell the songs apart, let alone the guys," She stood up on her tiptoes, scanning the crowd. "Which means that Michelle must have left with someone you already recognized. And due to the distinct lack of girls mobbing Palmer on the dance floor..."
Tony grinned slightly. "You ever thought about getting into the field, Abs? You'd be a great investigator, I bet."
"And let you call me Probie?" She grinned back. "I so think not. Michelle left with Jimmy?"
"I know. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it either."
"Oh no, I believe it."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"Funny, I'm having a bit of trouble with the idea..."
"Well you, obviously, have never been kissed by him."
"Yeah, no, I can't say that I-" Tony's jaw dropped. "When were you kissing Palmer?"
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell-"
"True, but if you don't, I'm going to go track down Palmer and kick his ass. Tonight."
"Oh come on, don't get all big-brothery and ruin Michelle's night."
"How do you know I'm going to be the one ruining it?"
She rolled her eyes. “Well I know Jimmy’s not-”
“Abby!”
“Oops.”
“What is going on?” Ziva had bounced up again, noting the murderous look on Tony’s face.
“I’m going to kick Palmer’s ass on Monday!”
“Ooh,” Ziva muttered, turning to Abby. “He found out?”
“You told her and not me?”
“Don’t be such a baby, Tony. It was just a little…ass-grabby, as Gibbs would say, no?”
“No!”
Ziva grinned. “Besides. Why do you think I was dancing with him?”
Words: 1,131
Fandom: NCIS
A/N: This one was for me. ^^ FINALLY got Jimmy and Michelle to work with me. ^^
“Where d’you think he learned to dance?”
"What?" Abby had to shout to be heard over the music, and Tony shook his head. He just didn’t understand how she could do this night after night…after night. He’d only been in the club, aptly named The Dark Room, for an hour, and already he knew his ears would be ringing long after he fell asleep.
"Palmer! Lookit him go. That's the third girl he's danced with this song. I wanna know where he's getting it from. And where I can get some."
"From the looks of the table, probably Jim Beam."
"Hmm. Wouldn't have pegged Palmer for a whiskey boy."
"Well you know what they say. Work hard, play hard." Abby grinned, bouncing along with the music.
"How hard is he working?" Tony mused. "I thought Ducky did everything."
"Uh, yeah, except for all Jimmy's medical school work. And oh yeah, all the autopsy grunt work. And the procedures Ducky tests him on. And he works the night and weekend shifts mostly now, so this is the first night he's had free in a long time where he wasn't passing out on my futon, believe me."
"I believe you, alright? I just...wow." He nudged her in the ribs. "Fourth girl."
"Except the song changed two minutes ago."
"You could have told me. You know all this stuff sounds the same to me-is Palmer dancing with Ziva now?"
"I always thought they'd be kind of cute together, don't you think?"
Tony shuddered slightly. "I always thought he'd be more...I don't know, Agent Lee's speed."
"Ooh, thanks for reminding me. I need to find Mish."
"Who?"
"Mish-Mish,” Tony gave her a blank look. “Uh, Michelle, duh. Last time I saw her she was puking up her drink in the bathroom."
"And you left her there?"
"She told me to leave. Said it was unprofessional for me to see her like that. Besides, I had one of my friends keep an eye on her."
"That cute blond I was talking to before?"
"Yeah, Andy."
"Now, just so we can be clear, that's short for Andrea, righ? Not Andrew or Andres or something?"
"Of course," She grinned.
"Thank you-"
"Would this be a bad time to point out Andrea is a genderless name?"
"What?"
"Andrea Bocelli."
Tony swore quietly. Luckily, even if the music hadn’t been loud enough to cover him, Ziva’s sudden appearance would have been more than enough to distract Abby.
“I’ve lost Jimmy!” She shouted in. Apparently Jimmy hadn’t been the only one hitting the whiskey, Tony mused to himself, watching her sway with the music slightly.
“You don’t sound too concerned!”
Ziva grinned. “Considering I lost him to two redheads that even Gibbs would drool over, I’m rather sure he’s in good hands.”
“What the Hell!” Tony shouted. “Palmer’s getting more play than I have in a month!”
Ziva and Abby just looked at each other and laughed. Tony rolled his eyes, figuring it wasn’t really worth it anymore.
“I’m getting drinks! You two want anything, or are you too busy cackling?”
He was halfway to the bar when he caught sight of two familiar faces. Huh, he grinned to himself. He’d been right, apparently; Jimmy and Michelle were more to each other’s speeds than Ziva. He turned to the bartender as Jimmy and Michelle left together, trying to remember if Abby had wanted a Bloody Mary or a Bloody George-
Left together?
Tony spun around and gaped, watching the two of them stumble out the doors and out onto the street, barely able to keep their hands off each other long enough to hail a cab.
When did that-where were they-holy shit, he did not envy that cab driver.
"Oh man," Tony turned to the man standing next to him, feeling almost giddy. "This'll be a great story for McGee on Monday!"
"What?" He shouted back.
“I said-” Tony frowned. "Never mind!"
The man frowned slightly as well, before grinning. “Hey! You wanna dance?”
Tony quirked an eyebrow. “Thanks, but, ah, I gotta find a friend of mine.”
The guy shrugged. “Your loss.”
Tony moved as fast as he could back towards their table. Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Christmas had come early. He had to call McGee-no, he had to tell Ziva-Abby. Abby would kill-
"There you are!" Speak of the devil, he grinned, as she forced her way through the crowd. "Can you see Michelle? She's not in the bathroom, Andy lost her, and I-"
"I'll do you one better!"
"How?"
He leaned forward so she could hear him better. "Mish-Mish just left."
"Tony! Did you see who she left with? Oh no..." Abby gasped, plunging into the depths of her bag with both hands. "I mean yeah, she's a hard ass, but she's also tiny and Asian and pretty and cute! You know how many guys here would kill for that? I need to call her right now and make sure she's-"
Tony grabbed her shoulders, waiting until she was facing him. "Abby. She's safe. Don't worry."
"Are you sure Tony?"
"If I wasn't, I would have gone after her."
"Well," Abby sighed, relief visible on her face. "Thank God you saw her...wait."
"What now?"
"You can't tell the songs apart, let alone the guys," She stood up on her tiptoes, scanning the crowd. "Which means that Michelle must have left with someone you already recognized. And due to the distinct lack of girls mobbing Palmer on the dance floor..."
Tony grinned slightly. "You ever thought about getting into the field, Abs? You'd be a great investigator, I bet."
"And let you call me Probie?" She grinned back. "I so think not. Michelle left with Jimmy?"
"I know. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it either."
"Oh no, I believe it."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"Funny, I'm having a bit of trouble with the idea..."
"Well you, obviously, have never been kissed by him."
"Yeah, no, I can't say that I-" Tony's jaw dropped. "When were you kissing Palmer?"
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell-"
"True, but if you don't, I'm going to go track down Palmer and kick his ass. Tonight."
"Oh come on, don't get all big-brothery and ruin Michelle's night."
"How do you know I'm going to be the one ruining it?"
She rolled her eyes. “Well I know Jimmy’s not-”
“Abby!”
“Oops.”
“What is going on?” Ziva had bounced up again, noting the murderous look on Tony’s face.
“I’m going to kick Palmer’s ass on Monday!”
“Ooh,” Ziva muttered, turning to Abby. “He found out?”
“You told her and not me?”
“Don’t be such a baby, Tony. It was just a little…ass-grabby, as Gibbs would say, no?”
“No!”
Ziva grinned. “Besides. Why do you think I was dancing with him?”