Fic: Scaredy-cat
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ncis and ncisfanfic. Now with another story: The Give and Take .Scaredy-cat
“Why am I doing this again?” McGee complained from the other side of the door. She heard the rustle of cloth and saw a flash of blue over the low door of the dressing room.
“Because, McGee, you said that you were willing to try anything,” she retorted, leaning against the wall. The dressing room was just across from her, and if she tilted her head just so, she could see a sliver of pale skin as Tim tugged at the clothes. “Tony would do it.”
No he wouldn't, but Ziva just wanted to see what McGee would say in response. She wasn't disappointed.
“No he wouldn't!” he squawked. She heard a thump and then a string of curses from the direction of the floor. “Would he?”
She snorted, shaking her head even though he couldn't see it. “Of course not. He is a scaredy-mouse.”
“Scaredy-cat, Ziva,” McGee corrected, righting himself from his fall the the floor.
“Mine makes more sense,” she said. She saw his bare feet under the door and smiled. He really had lied when he said that he'd only gotten his nails done once. She could see the professionally smooth curve of his toenails. It made her want to see other parts of him that may have seen professional care.
“Well?” she prompted. “Are you done yet, or do you need help?” She listened to the dry rasp of cloth on cloth and the soft zzzzz of a zipper being done up.
“I've got it,” McGee said. There was no movement from inside the dressing room.
“Come out then. I am not one of your superheroes, able to see through walls.” She really wanted to see this.
“No.”
“No? What, did I pick the wrong size?” She would have to check again; she'd been sure that what she had picked out would work. Maybe it was too big for him.
“I am not leaving the dressing room wearing this.”
She sighed. So that was the problem. “McGee, nobody is here but me.” She sent a glare at the lingering sales clerk, signaling that the woman better leave before she made Ziva a liar. “You are not embarrassed are you?”
“No! Well, yes,” he said. She could almost hear him bite his lip. “I'm a guy, Ziva. A guy in law enforcement. A straight guy in law enforcement.”
“So?” she asked, getting ready for some down and dirty logic battling. “Lesbians still wear dresses. Straight women wear pants. Why can't a straight man wear a dress?”
“It not—Ziva, I can't. I just—I'm not against wearing it, but you can't ask me to do it where someone could see.”
She could push him harder, get him to give in, to do what she wanted, but if she did that it might change their relationship. Give and take. Ziva didn't want to only take.
“All right, open up,” she said instead. She straightened from her lean against the wall and marched across the hall to the stall door.
“What!?” he exclaimed. “But—”
“You said you did not want anyone to see,” she explained carefully. “So let me in.”
There was a pause from the other side of the door as McGee weighed his options, no doubt wondering if he'd be able to hold her off while changing back into his jeans and t-shirt. She smirked, even though he couldn't see it. One way or another, see was going to see what he was wearing—while he was in it.
“Okay,” he sighed. She stepped back when she heard the latch slide open. The door swung inwards a little, leaving her just enough room to slip in. She turned eagerly to see what he looked like.
A smile curved her lips at the sight of him in the pale blue dress, and her hand reached out and rested on his flat chest, her fingers curling against the knit fabric.
“You look....” she said, drawing closer to him in the cramped stall. She could feel his heart beat speed up underneath her hand, hear his breath quicken. “Absolutely.” She leaned forward. “Wonderful.”
She kissed him.
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