Chapter 67: Back At Home
Ziva flicked on her computer and loaded up Facebook. She was having a bite of lunch at her desk. For a few minutes she just scanned the feed, clicking share on a few cute photos, adding a like here and there, not paying too much attention.
Her jaw must have fallen open because she felt Tony use one finger to gently shut it.
He stared over her shoulder, looking at the picture on her screen. “Okay, I know McGee’s a lot more laid back about this sort of thing than I am, but I can’t believe he took a picture of her sitting on some other guy’s lap.”
The picture in question was Abby, perched on the lap of a Goth in a black kilt.
“Tony, that is McGee.”
“No...” He looked at the photo a moment longer and saw the tattoo on his right arm. “Oh my God!”
“What are you two staring at?” Gibbs asked as he breezed back to his desk.
Tony looked up. “I’m honestly not sure. I think they went home to the Goth mothership.”
Gibbs drifted over, stared for a second, tilted his head to the side a little. “Is he wearing lipstick?”
Ziva stared at it. “I think Abby was. He’s just got some transfer.”
She flicked to the next picture. Abby still in his lap, his one hand on her hip the other on her knee, and her leaning, fingers in his hair, in to kiss him. “Yes, the lipstick is transfer.”
Gibbs looked, nodded, thought for a moment what Tim was like ten years ago and said, “‘Man walks down the street in a hat like that, people know he’s fearless.’“
Tony stared up at Gibbs, not sure which was more surprising, the words that had just come out of his mouth, or Tim in a dress. “Boss, did you just quote a television show?”
Gibbs shrugged. Emily made Fornell watch Firefly, he liked it, brought it over one night, and then the two of them watched it. Okay, it wasn’t exactly a western, but it was close enough, so they both got into it.
“You did! McGee’s wearing a skirt. You’re quoting Joss Whedon shows. I woke up in Bizarro world this morning, didn’t I?”
That night, while getting ready for bed, Tony noticed Ziva was still looking at her computer. She didn’t usually take her computer to bed. Usually a book went with her.
He sat next to her and saw another picture of Tim and Abby up.
“Ummm... something you want to tell me?”
She smiles a little. “Do you ever feel the desire to dress up and play?”
He looks at the pic she has up. Tim and Abby, gothed to the nth degree, dancing, his leg between hers, her body plastered to his. He’s smiling, hands on her ass, she’s got her hands around his neck, head back, laughing.
“Not like that, no.” He looks closer. “He’s wearing eyeliner, isn’t he?” Tony shakes his head, some days he really just doesn’t get McGee. Ziva’s still staring at him, and he hasn’t really answered her question. “But, you, me, a tux, a cocktail dress, and a high end casino. That I could get into.”
“And which one of us is wearing the tuxedo?”
“So, would you like to get dressed up and go play someday?” he asks.
“I’ve got vacation time to burn, and I bet you do, too.”
“Yes. I do. Have you ever been to Monte Carlo?”
Tony grins. That sounds like his perfect idea of fun.