Best Friends and Bathing Suits

A/N: This story came to me last night while I was watching Judgement Day (in case you don't know, that's the one where Jenny dies *tear*). My version of the bikini scene. No spoilers. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.


The single word escaped Ziva David's lips. Her eyes squinted, her fist clenched around the object she was holding. Determined and sneaky as she was, this was a new level for Abby.

Ziva's eyes darted around the room, and then her vision floated to the window. Her partner, Anthony DiNozzo, stood by the pool with a fruity drink in his hand and a Hawaiian shirt on. She saw him flip out his cell phone and within seconds she received a text from him:

Going to the bar since you're clearly insisting on staying here. Don't worry, I will still be able to drive. Meet you at the pool in half an hour. T

When she looked through the window again, he was gone. Now she focused on her next mission: digging through her suitcase. All her clothes were neatly stacked in little piles, but she clawed through them as if they were paper, throwing aside her cargo pants, jeans, t-shirts and pyjamas, but there was nothing else. Relief washed over her. Then the anger returned when her eyes set upon the garment she still held in her hand.

A dark, revealing swimsuit, which she did own and had somehow ended up in her suitcase. The only person who had been anywhere near her house after she had packed was Abby. She had come over for dinner the night before and her suitcase had already been packed. It had to have been her.

Ziva glanced out the window again. It was the afternoon; the hottest part of the day, and she was roasting inside her black dress, which she had worn to the funeral and was rather fond of. She certainly wouldn't go swimming, and all she really wanted was to get some sun, maybe read her book. And for once in her life, she just said "why not?"

After slathering on some sunscreen, which hadn't been without difficulty because of the tiny amount of space the bathing suit covered, Ziva lay on one of the chairs and felt the sun warm her skin.

She was quite enjoying herself when she was interrupted by the sound of a camera. Immediately, she knew it was Tony, and she let him have his fun, not moving an inch. She could feel his eyes travelling up and down her body which, she had to admit, was pretty fantastic.

"You're googling again," she stated.

"I'm aware of that," Tony said in reply, taking another picture. How he longed to reach out and touch her beautiful smooth skin. But he knew that if he did, it would most likely result in pain for him.

"Come on, Ziva, we're in LA and the Director gave us the day off. Let's hit the town!"

"We should stay close to home base, just in case she changes her mind." Ziva still hadn't looked away from her book.

Tony sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this fight.

"Look, at to me," he said, a little hesitantly.

"Talk to you? About what?"

"I don't know, anything. We're friends, right?" He swallowed and looked her up and down once more. "Since we have the day off, it's like a mini-vacation for us."

Ziva rolled over onto her back and folded her arms behind her head. "OK, talk."

"Ziva, I don't want you to think you have to do this, I was just saying maybe you could be a little more social." He gestured to her book.

She considered his offer. She had never been to LA before, and this was a rare chance. Perhaps it would be a good idea to get out. The Director would always be able to call them, and if she had given them the day off then she probably wouldn't go back on that order. She decided to go up to the hotel room and change, but she couldn't resist the temptation to mess with Tony first.

She rose from her chair and he admired her figure even more. She stepped close to him and made her fingers walk over his shoulder. Their bodies were extraordinarily close together, almost touching.

"What do you have in mind?" she said seductively.

He winked at her, keeping his cool better than she had expected. "You'll see."

She stood there for a second, then walked away, purposely brushing up against his side. She grinned as she left Tony standing there with a blank mind and fixated eyes. She was good.