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(gif by yours truly- just look at them!) rating: t pairing: ziva david x courtney krieger summary: ziva teaches courtney how to fight (and learns the subtle art of dealing with your feelings) my masterlist a/n: brief context notes (but really, this episode is worth watching for the sheer sapphicness): Courtney is a low-level FBI agent who ends up assisting NCIS with their investigation, and though she seems somewhat useless, she ends up subduing the final culprit. During the episode, she asks if Ziva will teach her how to fight (and also if they can hug), and at the end, it’s revealed that she’s given Ziva her number.

you can also find this story on ao3 here!

A week after the successful capture of Kamal Konkani, Ziva keeps good (“makes good,” Tony corrects her) on her promise to Courtney. They agree to meet at a gym Ziva likes on Saturday morning, provided neither of them is working a case. Courtney doesn’t say it, but Ziva strongly suspects that she’s already moving up in their small, insular world.

When Saturday morning rolls around, Ziva finds herself strangely nervous. She’s been up for hours, of course, already completed her morning run, and yet the butterflies in her stomach remains. Logically, there’s nothing to be scared of. Ziva knows that she is more capable than Courtney in almost every respect– no two ways about it. Still, there’s something about her that Ziva doesn’t quite know how to deal with.

She shows up ten minutes early to the gym, determined to settle herself before their appointed time. Courtney is already waiting by the door, clutching that ridiculous briefcase. She smiles softly when she sees Ziva, letting herself be ushered into the gym.

Ziva begins by teaching Courtney the fundamentals. It’s obvious that whatever training she received was sorely lacking (not that Ziva expects better from the FBI). Her moves are stiff and perfunctory, meaning she’s always a little late to respond. Whatever instincts had allowed her to subdue the boy had been just that: instincts.

“You have to feel it,” Ziva says, searching for the right words to explain how instinctive fighting feels to her. At Courtney’s blank look, she sighs. “Look, what you need to do first is loosen up. Bend your knees and rock up and down a little.”

Courtney does as she’s told, but she’s still tense, nervousness radiating from every point in her body. She stares straight ahead as Ziva does a circle around her, inspecting her posture.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Ziva asks, coming a little closer.

“Y-yeah,” Courtney says, and Ziva thinks she might be blushing.

It’s not a surprise exactly, not when Ziva has seen the way she reacted (or rather, didn’t react) to Tony’s advances. For all the shit she gives him, Ziva can’t deny that women are attracted to him.

It’s not unwelcome, either. Courtney is undeniably pretty, even in all her awkwardness. There’s something endearing about her as well: the over-sincerity that Ziva would find grating in anyone else seems better when worn by her.

Ziva puts her hands on Courtney’s shoulders, noticing the way she tenses into them. She pushes down slightly and feels a little tension leave Courtney’s body. She’s still standing rigidly, though, back on her heels with knees re-locked.

“Relax,” she commands, enjoying the way that Courtney shivers at the sensation of Ziva’s breath ghosting her ear. “Let your arms hang by your side, and focus on breathing in and out.”

When she deems Courtney sufficiently relaxed, Ziva lets go, circling back to stand in front of her.

“Okay,” she says. “Bring your hands up and we’ll try again.”

Courtney still isn’t fast enough to catch the punch, but she’s closer, and Ziva counts that as a victory.

Before Ziva even knows it, an hour has passed. They’re both sweaty and tired, but Ziva can already see Courtney beginning to improve. She tells her as much, enjoying the way her face lights up at the praise.

“Would you be willing to do this again?” Courtney asks as they’re leaving, some of her previous awkwardness returning.

Ziva lets a genuine smile show on her face. “It would be my pleasure.”

The next Saturday Courtney shows up sans briefcase, though her fingers still twitch as if looking for something to hold on to.

As soon as they begin to spar, Ziva can tell that Courtney has been practicing. She sees through the tricks Ziva tries to pull, dodging punches and not falling for fake-outs. Ziva is keeping it easy, admittedly, but she’s still impressed.

Halfway through the session, Ziva changes course. It’s perfectly fine to be able to fight, but you need to be able to win. She begins by teaching Courtney how to most effectively tackle your opponent. She explains the move, using her hands to illustrate it before demonstrating, pulling Courtney to the ground with her.

And, oh, she had not thought this through properly, because now their faces are just inches apart. Ziva’s necklace dangles between them, the star almost grazing Courtney’s neck, and it takes every inch of her self-discipline to stop her voice from coming out strangled.

“Understand?” she asks, looking down at Courtney, the smooth planes of her face.

“Yeah,” Courtney breathes. Reluctantly, Ziva leans backwards and stands up, offering Courtney her arm to aid in getting up.

“Your turn,” Ziva says, hoping that Courtney can’t see just how much she’s distracted.

Courtney’s approach isn’t quite right the first time, and her feet come out from under her the second. Ziva pulls her up with a smile, but she can already see Courtney getting frustrated.

“Relax,” Ziva reminds her.

Third time’s the charm. Courtney nails the maneuver, coming in low and knocking Ziva off balance. The two of them topple to the ground as Courtney pins her lightly to the mat.

Ziva looks up. Courtney is even closer than she had been before, face flushed and chest heaving. They hold eye contact for a long moment, neither of them wanting to be the one to look away. By the time Courtney finally breaks contact, leaning back on her heels, Ziva’s face is hot from more than just the exertion.

At the doors of the gym, Courtney hugs her, startling Ziva. She stiffens for a moment before returning the gesture. Courtney’s hair smells like peaches, and Ziva has to resist the urge to linger. She pulls away after an acceptable amount of time, though not before tenderly tucking a strand of Courtney’s hair behind her ear.

Courtney cancels on her the next week and the one after that. Ziva’s begun to give up hope, wondering if she had crossed a line. When she gets a text one Friday morning, it comes as a welcome surprise. She and Tony are the only ones in the bullpen, but Ziva still instinctively checks her surroundings. Tony’s been surprisingly successful at sneaking up on her, and he really has no regard for privacy. Satisfied that he’s distracted, she glances down:

Are you still free on Saturday? It’s a simple text, nothing subtextual about it, but Ziva’s heart still leaps into her throat.

Of course! she responds, immediately wanting to take it back. It’s too enthusiastic, the exclamation point reeking of desperation. Ziva’s probably misinterpreted their relationship anyway, seen attraction where there isn’t any. She closes her eyes and sucks in a breath, opening them only when her phone chimes.

Usual place, then? :) Ziva types out a quick affirmation, feeling her lips twist up despite her best efforts to keep her expression neutral.

“What are you smiling at, Ziva?” Tony asks, drawing out the syllables of her name.

“None of your business, Tony,” she retorts, giving his name the same treatment, but her smile doesn’t dim an inch. In fact, she’s still smiling twenty minutes later when Gibbs arrives, stalking into the bullpen to announce that there’s been a petty officer murdered in Georgetown.

From the moment she gets the text, Ziva is on tenterhooks (and what a strange word that is, tenterhooks. Ziva had thought it was tenderhooks at first, and she thinks now that maybe it should be, because that’s what it feels like, the tender agony of not knowing how Courtney feels).

Ziva shows up exactly on time, finding Courtney already waiting for her in the gym. Neither of them acknowledges the tension between them, but, like any elephant in the room, it’s determined to make its presence known. Ziva is still better than Courtney, still faster and more precise, but she has a hard time staying focused. Courtney catches her off-guard a few times, managing to get in a few punches before Ziva regains the advantage.

At the end of the session, Ziva decides that they’re going to spar for real. She knows from experience that nothing takes the edge off of worry like a good fight. The two of them square up, circling around each other as if they’re in one of those terrible boxing movies that Tony enjoys so much.

Courtney makes the first move, a quick jab that Ziva easily counters. She smirks, returning the punch, though Courtney blocks her in turn. The two of them draw closer, exchanging blows but neither one getting the edge. Ziva sizes her up, looking for a weakness in her defenses. Courtney still holds her hands a little too high, leaving her abdomen exposed.

Ziva moves quickly letting loose a barrage of small jabs before dancing back out of reach. To her credit, Courtney recovers smoothly, bringing her arms lower in a protective stance. They inch closer to each other once again, until Ziva finds herself trying desperately to look anywhere but Courtney’s lips.

Unhelpfully, Courtney leans in, smiling wickedly.

What are we?” she asks, and asking questions like that should definitely count as cheating, because Ziva’s brain feels as though it’s ground to a halt. Courtney takes this opportunity to knock Ziva off her center of balance, causing her to stumble backwards and lose her footing.

But the move is a blessing in disguise, because this she knows how to deal with. Ziva reacts almost instinctively, grabbing Courtney’s arm when she tries to come for her again. She pulls Courtney towards her, hooking a leg under her knees and tripping her in one fluid movement. Before Courtney can get up, Ziva is on her, ready with her response: “What do you want us to be?”

This time, Courtney gets more than just a hug.

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bi-swan-trash · 5 years

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Double Date

This one is for @hime1993 for Femslash February!

You can find it here on AO3.

I’ve decided this takes place in late 2007.

“Are you sure about this?” Ziva asked, donning a bright blue v-neck shirt over her favorite comfy jeans. “It seems like Abby has an unfair advantage.”

“We’re in teams and she has Jenny. I think that voids out her advantage,” Kate teased.

“I have never really bowled before,” Ziva said, using the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door to examine her outfit and put her hair up.

Kate walked over to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around Ziva’s waist and resting her head atop Ziva’s shoulder.

“You’re a top agent with a deadly right punch. I think you can handle it.”

Ziva laughed. “Is that your way of saying you have not bowled either?”

“Hell no! I grew up in Indiana. Of course I’ve been bowling before.” Kate paused before adding, “though cornhole was really more my sport.”

“You’ll have to teach me sometime,” Ziva said, leaning her head against Kate’s for a moment before going out into the small living room to put on her shoes.

Kate joined her, saying, “first rule of a bowling alley is don’t order the hamburger.”

“Oh?”

“Just trust me,” Kate said. “Nachos are always safer.”

***

When they arrived at the bowling alley, the first thing Kate noticed was Abby’s personal skull-rhinestoned bowling shoes. The second thing she noticed was that all of Jenny’s warm-up throws were two-handed.

This was gonna be a walk in the park.

“You made it!” Abby exclaimed as she rushed over to the two women and threw her arms around them. “Ready to get your butts kicked?”

“You wish,” Kate shot back. “Give Ziva a few warm up throws and then you’re going down!”

Ziva cracked her knuckles. “Let’s do this.”

“I see you two are already plotting our demise,” Jenny said, holding out a ball for Ziva, which she took.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way, Jen,” Kate replied, leaning in for a hug.

Abby watched as Ziva squared her shoulders and took her best shot down the lane. She didn’t do half bad as 8 of the 10 pins fell.

“Not bad,” Abby commented, “but wait until you see a pro do it.”

“I never did ask,” Ziva said, “which one of your nun friends taught you how to bowl?”

“Everyone gives out pointers, but easily Sister James Michael,” Abby told her.

“Maybe you should take Jen to some of your outings and get Sister James Michael to help her out,” Kate teased.

“Oh trust me, Sister has tried,” Jenny joked back.

“Are we gonna talk all night, or start kicking ass?” Ziva asked.

Everyone laughed as the competition began.

***

The game was actually pretty close by the end. Kate was a fair bowler, having had bowling during summer gym in high school and having gone to numerous bowling birthday parties. Ziva was still a novice, but caught on quite quickly, as was her nature. Abby was a definite pro and was beating the heck out of everyone else. Jenny, as predicted, was a lost cause.

In the end, Abby and Jen ended up just barely winning due to Abby’s excellent skills.

“If Abby was playing alone, she’d whup us all,” Kate said, laughing.

“None of us would come close,” Ziva agreed.

“Alright! We admit defeat!” Kate said. “Drinks on us.”

“Hey, I’m never gonna turn down a free drink,” Jenny said.

“Do we also get a victory lap?” Abby asked.

“Where on earth were you planning on doing that?” Kate asked.

Abby shrugged. “Usually someone has a pick up truck and we use that, but I guess none of us came prepared tonight.”

The others laughed.

“Come on, dear. Let’s let them buy us some drinks, hmm?” Jen said, wrapping her arm around Abby’s waist and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“We can even try to get Ziva drunk. It’s hysterical,” Kate said.

Ziva punched Kate’s arm lightly.

“She gets really good at dancing a few drinks in,” Kate told them.

“Let’s get loose!” Abby exclaimed, picking up her bowling bag and hooking her arm through Jenny’s, guiding them through the door.

“This should be interesting,” Kate said.

“Does that mean you are driving home?” Ziva asked, grinning.

“I never miss a chance to see my lady having the time of her life,” Kate quipped.

Ziva laughed before taking Kate’s hand and leading her out after the other couple.

***

When they got to the bar, Kate was true to her word. She didn’t drink anything other than soda and she kept the tab open for the others.

They avoided work talk at all costs, instead turning to lighter conversation such as their favorite shows and places they’d like to travel to.

“Have you two ever seen Moonlight? It’s super new, but I’m obsessed,” Abby said.

“Is it because of the vampires?” Kate asked.

“Vampires are just so fascinating!” Abby replied.

“We’re watching Ugly Betty right now,” Ziva said.

“Seriously?” Jenny asked, surprised.

“We have to have something fun to watch after a stressful day of work,” Kate countered. “America Ferrera is an angel and her acting is spot on.”

“She thinks America Ferrera is cute, doesn’t she?” Jenny asked Ziva.

Ziva covered her mouth trying not to laugh as she nodded.

“Kyle XY is another good one,” Abby pointed out.

Kate looked to Jenny who just shrugged.

“She’s into the weird stuff, what can I say? That’s what I love about her.”

Jenny leaned her head on Abby’s shoulder.

“We should all go somewhere together,” Ziva said suddenly. She was halfway through her fourth drink of the night, which signalled to Kate that Ziva was about to start planning a spontaneous trip.

“Where to?” Abby asked.

“Think about the most amazing place you want to go,” Ziva said.

“The Galapagos Islands,” Jenny said without hesitation, “Abby has always wanted to go there.”

Abby flashed her a sweet smile.

“Alright then,” Ziva downed the rest of her drink, “let’s do it!”

“Whoa there,” Kate said, keeping Ziva in her seat. “Planning, babe. We have to have a plan. We can work the details out later, huh?”

“You are right,” Ziva said, her face very serious before lighting up. “Let’s dance!”

Kate laughed as Ziva pulled her up and onto the small dance floor.

“Well, we can’t miss out on the fun,” Jenny said, offering up a hand to Abby.

Abby grinned, taking it. “I can’t wait for our next double date!”

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