Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Ziva David(NCIS)

Title: Hello and Goodbye - serenitymeimei (Ao3)

Summary: It was hello and goodbye- a helping hand that she wished she'd have had all those years ago.

Just an old fic that I published ages ago, edited, and am finally cross-posting over here from my account on ff.net. Hope you enjoy! Originally posted 02/11/2008.

Rating: Teens and Up Audience 

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Eight days ago, Ziva David had never even heard of the BAU, let alone understood exactly what it was that they did. But, one joint case, and a serial killer targeting young marines training in Newport, Rhode Island later, and she was now well immersed in the world of profiling.

It wasn't that she didn't already know how to assess subtle behavior or snake her way into a suspects' mind, she was a trained Mossad agent after all. She'd just never given any conscious thought to it after that.

Gibbs and Agent Hotchner ended up assigning Ziva to work closely with Agents Prentiss and Jareau for the duration of their stay and, honestly, she'd been a little annoyed at first. She thought that she'd proven herself by now, she'd been with the team for years, and she had assumed, wrongly in retrospect, that because JJ was the team's communications liaison that they'd be stuck behind a desk the entire time. That wasn't the case at all, though.

The three of them spent the majority of their days interviewing potential witnesses at local bars and clubs that were within a certain radius around the crime scenes and, in that time, it hadn't taken very long for the obscenely obvious tension that was sparking between the two FBI agents to make itself known.

Ziva could have written it off as two close friends just showing a bit of affection toward each other, and she should have. That would've been the courteous thing to do. Once she started noticing it though, it was nearly impossible to ignore. All of the little touches that she witnessed, all of the tentative flirting between the lines of their friendship and something more. She'd been in the same exact position before. She knew what to look for, had felt the same insecurities that she could see plain as day on their faces, and had also avoided all of the same risks that she wished she'd taken.

So, when Abby invited her out to celebrate with them at the end of the case, Ziva should have had the common sense to turn her down. Did she, though? No.

That's how she found herself slipping onto the dance floor in a DC nightclub, with her hands sliding down Emily Prentiss' hips as they squeezed into the throng of moving bodies.

Tentative fingers skimmed down her lower back, and a strong leg slid between hers as she was tugged forward, flush against soft curves. She let herself enjoy the sensation for a while, let herself get lost in the music. Her eyes slid shut, and her body buzzed. Their cheeks brushed as they moved, hips snug, stomachs and chests brushing as they moved against one another to the beat of the music.

She hadn't danced with someone like that in ages, years probably. But, when Ziva found herself dropping a few barely there kisses down the other woman's neck, tasting the expensive perfume on her skin, and felt Emily arch against her? She knew that she had to stop.

"You should tell her," Ziva yelled over the loud music, squeezing her waist when the older woman stiffened in her arms, "You'll regret it if you don't."

Emily leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes. A silent truth passed between them. Ziva smiled reassuringly and, in that moment, the other woman's gaze dropped down to her lips. She should have been surprised, but she really wasn't. Instead, she leaned forward, just a few inches, and when Emily didn't protest, brushed their lips together.

It was hello and goodbye- a helping hand that she wished she'd have had all those years ago.

When they broke apart, Ziva nudged her in JJ's direction, back toward their table at the other end of the club, and slipped out of her embrace, sauntering out of the crowd without another word.

At least they had a chance.

End.