A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed,you all rock! Y'all definitely brought a smile to my face, the more feedback – the fast I update. Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes, just eager to get this oven and done with and didn't spellcheck – will do later. Advice? Listen to song while reading, gets you into my state of mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: In My Veins by Andrew Belle.
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Suddenly, a little red dot appeared on Tony's chest to the sound of a gunshot ringing through the distance...
"TONY!" screamed Ziva as she plunged across the table to the sound of plates and glasses smashing, as she pushed Tony to the ground. In the corner of her eye, she saw the flicker of a bullet as it pierced and ricochet into the solid wall behind them.
The commotion of the room was blurred by the hysterical screams and the panic quickly engulfing. McGee already has weapon drawn out trying to get everyone to safety with the help of Palmer and Brina, Abby was dialling Gibbs number as she spoke so fast that people could barely understand her, Ziva was... well, Ziva.
Ziva was like a lioness protecting her cub, her body providing warmth and protection as she lay on top of Tony. She tried to stabilise her uneven breathing while Tony laid there still – the only sign of life was the movement of his chest rising and falling regularly.
"Always preferred it on top, huh?" whispered Tony breathless.
She smiled slightly, "Like they say, fourth time's a charm..."
He weakly smiled at her as those words rang through his ears; he was stumbling in and out of unconsciousness, eyes gradually closing, blood rushing from his and if this was how death felt like – he wanted to make sure that Ziva was the last voice he heard that he would always have. The sound of the room seemed almost silent as tears began to well up in Ziva's eyes and began to murmur No, no, no...
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The clock struck midnight to welcome a beginning of a new day. Tony opened his eyes to a dimly lit room... The cold, hard surface was pressed against his back as cotton blankets were wrapped around his figure. He was feeling a bit of dissatisfaction as he expected heaven to be more glamorous: like a mysterious alternate universe like Avatar or a place surrounded by clouds and magical sky like in The Lovely Bones. 'Wait a minute', Tony thought, 'Am I in Autopsy?' He faintly pushed himself up to see a place where death prevails to be one of the most beautiful sights on earth.
Ziva sat still in her chair equipped with a bottle of bourbon in the corner of the room; Tony eyes met hers for a moment as he pushed him off the Autopsy slab. His was walking slightly unstable, only intensified by throbbing pain but he was able to make his way next to Ziva. The air remained silent but their eyes spoke a thousand words of things that still remained unspoken. This moment they were in reminded them of a time in which they
"Getting the Gibbs habit of drinking a bottle of bourbon in your basement?" said Tony who was already extending his hand to reach for the bottle.
"No, I rarely ever drink... Tony. And we are not in Gibbs basement, we are in Autopsy and before you ask – you are alive or I would be speaking to myself. Ducky said you should not be drinking though but it might help you with your pain, you have been unconscious for some time now".
"Drinking your sorrows away because of me, huh?" asked Tony lightheartedly.
"Of many things, I need somebody to talk to" Ziva admitted.
"Plight me with liquor and I'm all ears".
She took one more swig of the bourbon as it burned on the back of her throat; she passed it to Tony who had moved his chair closer and was now observing her thoughtfully. He gripped onto the bottle and took a satisfying gulp which not only delighted him for it dimmed the pain in his shoulder; it had also come into contact with the luscious lips of Ziva David. 'What a lucky bottle', he thought as he had a sudden urge to burst out laughing.
The proximity between the two was very close that their bodies were nearly touching; the sexual tension running between the pair was almost overkill. Tony waited for her to begin to speak; he could see her trying to put the pieces together to tell him whatever she needed to say.
"Tony, the past few months have been really hard for me."
"You know I've always been here for you, Ziva", he whispered.
"It has taken me this long to talk to you about it because I didn't know what to say, how you would react, not knowing who to talk to about it, trying to focus on rebuilding my life, never having the confidence and losing a large part of me back in Israel" spoke Ziva slowly and clear.
"Come on, Ziva. You have to acknowledge these memories and let them go".
She sighed. There was no way of escaping this conversation she had been escaping for months now."Ask a question, I will give a simple answer of everything you want to know", she said.
"Where did you go all those moments surrounding Somalia?" he simply asked.
"Well, Tony, you already know most of the part of my story before I became an official NCIS agent about me completing the rest of Rivkin's mission and how I ended up being captured by a cell in Somalia. So, I will start from Somalia. Saleem had captured myself, he had provided me with adequate food + water, I was given a bucket of water per day to clean myself, He tested serums on me like I was a lab rat, He would abuse me + inflict pain to try and attempt to steal information away from me – I was stubborn, I was not a traitor of NCIS but he found ways to inflict more pain on me. From time to time, the thirty or so men would try to get me sexually involved but I resisted and let's say their tactics can only get them so far. They have tore the soul and life away from me, I wished that I was dead, every minute. I waited for my father to come, he always found me no matter what – he never came and I have no idea why the hell is Eli coming now if you were wondering. When you came, you were the last person I expected to come, especially through all the pain I put you through. I then realised that the NCIS team was whom was always there to save me and you were always there catching me, just in case I fell. I've let go of this painful memory now..."
Tony could feel his fingers ball up in to a fist, he was glad that Saleem – the bastard – was dead.
Tears were now suddenly pelting down her face as she cried uncontrollably. Tony instantly moved close to her and wrapped his arms around her figure and hugged her close to his chest, she buried her face into his shoulder as she sobbed while he sat their trying to comfort her. He had never seen Ziva so emotionally-stricken and weak in his life, it pained him seeing her like this.
"It's all my fault" whispered Ziva weakly.
"It's not your fault, Ziva. It never was. Your job was only to be Ziva who is a very independent woman. Intelligent, successful, professional. The girl who is like a ninja with her all kick-ass moves, one who makes those hilarious idiom mistakes and be my partner".
Ziva giggled as she wipped the tears away from her face, "My life may be pretty messed up but at least I don't have as many as enemies as you".
"Got that right, Probie-Wan Kanobie" said Tony who was now grinning.
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Tony walked closely next to Ziva as they walked into the bullpen, they could hear Gibbs going insane.
"Where the hell is Eli David, McGee?" screamed Gibbs.
"Um... I don't know boss, did you want me to find out?" murmured Tim frightened.
"TRACK. HIM. DOWN. NOW!" raising his voice to her a whole a new level as he slammed his hand across the table that no one dare to be within a fifty metre radius of him.
"Okay, boss... On it."
"Ziva, drive Tony home and make sure he gets home safe. I want you there on protection duties for the next twenty-four hours since Vance can't even get off his ass and assign me some damn good agents", growled as he pointed at the pair.
Sure, their only thought should be not pissing Gibbs off but it looked like they were planning on breaking Rule #12 very soon...
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A/N: Noticed that I used the words to describe her from Obsession? Probably because I'm pretty sure he was talking about her. I apologise for preventing to be descriptive of her times, I just don't like writing about issues that I don't have much knowledge or developed empathy with yet. Sorry it's a bit lengthy but I figured it all worked well together and y'all probably want more Tiva goodness, the next chapter may have less of it though. Not sure that you like the angst but I'm trying to combine a bit of everything! READ AND REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! xoxo.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: In My Veins by Andrew Belle.
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Suddenly, a little red dot appeared on Tony's chest to the sound of a gunshot ringing through the distance...
"TONY!" screamed Ziva as she plunged across the table to the sound of plates and glasses smashing, as she pushed Tony to the ground. In the corner of her eye, she saw the flicker of a bullet as it pierced and ricochet into the solid wall behind them.
The commotion of the room was blurred by the hysterical screams and the panic quickly engulfing. McGee already has weapon drawn out trying to get everyone to safety with the help of Palmer and Brina, Abby was dialling Gibbs number as she spoke so fast that people could barely understand her, Ziva was... well, Ziva.
Ziva was like a lioness protecting her cub, her body providing warmth and protection as she lay on top of Tony. She tried to stabilise her uneven breathing while Tony laid there still – the only sign of life was the movement of his chest rising and falling regularly.
"Always preferred it on top, huh?" whispered Tony breathless.
She smiled slightly, "Like they say, fourth time's a charm..."
He weakly smiled at her as those words rang through his ears; he was stumbling in and out of unconsciousness, eyes gradually closing, blood rushing from his and if this was how death felt like – he wanted to make sure that Ziva was the last voice he heard that he would always have. The sound of the room seemed almost silent as tears began to well up in Ziva's eyes and began to murmur No, no, no...
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The clock struck midnight to welcome a beginning of a new day. Tony opened his eyes to a dimly lit room... The cold, hard surface was pressed against his back as cotton blankets were wrapped around his figure. He was feeling a bit of dissatisfaction as he expected heaven to be more glamorous: like a mysterious alternate universe like Avatar or a place surrounded by clouds and magical sky like in The Lovely Bones. 'Wait a minute', Tony thought, 'Am I in Autopsy?' He faintly pushed himself up to see a place where death prevails to be one of the most beautiful sights on earth.
Ziva sat still in her chair equipped with a bottle of bourbon in the corner of the room; Tony eyes met hers for a moment as he pushed him off the Autopsy slab. His was walking slightly unstable, only intensified by throbbing pain but he was able to make his way next to Ziva. The air remained silent but their eyes spoke a thousand words of things that still remained unspoken. This moment they were in reminded them of a time in which they
"Getting the Gibbs habit of drinking a bottle of bourbon in your basement?" said Tony who was already extending his hand to reach for the bottle.
"No, I rarely ever drink... Tony. And we are not in Gibbs basement, we are in Autopsy and before you ask – you are alive or I would be speaking to myself. Ducky said you should not be drinking though but it might help you with your pain, you have been unconscious for some time now".
"Drinking your sorrows away because of me, huh?" asked Tony lightheartedly.
"Of many things, I need somebody to talk to" Ziva admitted.
"Plight me with liquor and I'm all ears".
She took one more swig of the bourbon as it burned on the back of her throat; she passed it to Tony who had moved his chair closer and was now observing her thoughtfully. He gripped onto the bottle and took a satisfying gulp which not only delighted him for it dimmed the pain in his shoulder; it had also come into contact with the luscious lips of Ziva David. 'What a lucky bottle', he thought as he had a sudden urge to burst out laughing.
The proximity between the two was very close that their bodies were nearly touching; the sexual tension running between the pair was almost overkill. Tony waited for her to begin to speak; he could see her trying to put the pieces together to tell him whatever she needed to say.
"Tony, the past few months have been really hard for me."
"You know I've always been here for you, Ziva", he whispered.
"It has taken me this long to talk to you about it because I didn't know what to say, how you would react, not knowing who to talk to about it, trying to focus on rebuilding my life, never having the confidence and losing a large part of me back in Israel" spoke Ziva slowly and clear.
"Come on, Ziva. You have to acknowledge these memories and let them go".
She sighed. There was no way of escaping this conversation she had been escaping for months now."Ask a question, I will give a simple answer of everything you want to know", she said.
"Where did you go all those moments surrounding Somalia?" he simply asked.
"Well, Tony, you already know most of the part of my story before I became an official NCIS agent about me completing the rest of Rivkin's mission and how I ended up being captured by a cell in Somalia. So, I will start from Somalia. Saleem had captured myself, he had provided me with adequate food + water, I was given a bucket of water per day to clean myself, He tested serums on me like I was a lab rat, He would abuse me + inflict pain to try and attempt to steal information away from me – I was stubborn, I was not a traitor of NCIS but he found ways to inflict more pain on me. From time to time, the thirty or so men would try to get me sexually involved but I resisted and let's say their tactics can only get them so far. They have tore the soul and life away from me, I wished that I was dead, every minute. I waited for my father to come, he always found me no matter what – he never came and I have no idea why the hell is Eli coming now if you were wondering. When you came, you were the last person I expected to come, especially through all the pain I put you through. I then realised that the NCIS team was whom was always there to save me and you were always there catching me, just in case I fell. I've let go of this painful memory now..."
Tony could feel his fingers ball up in to a fist, he was glad that Saleem – the bastard – was dead.
Tears were now suddenly pelting down her face as she cried uncontrollably. Tony instantly moved close to her and wrapped his arms around her figure and hugged her close to his chest, she buried her face into his shoulder as she sobbed while he sat their trying to comfort her. He had never seen Ziva so emotionally-stricken and weak in his life, it pained him seeing her like this.
"It's all my fault" whispered Ziva weakly.
"It's not your fault, Ziva. It never was. Your job was only to be Ziva who is a very independent woman. Intelligent, successful, professional. The girl who is like a ninja with her all kick-ass moves, one who makes those hilarious idiom mistakes and be my partner".
Ziva giggled as she wipped the tears away from her face, "My life may be pretty messed up but at least I don't have as many as enemies as you".
"Got that right, Probie-Wan Kanobie" said Tony who was now grinning.
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Tony walked closely next to Ziva as they walked into the bullpen, they could hear Gibbs going insane.
"Where the hell is Eli David, McGee?" screamed Gibbs.
"Um... I don't know boss, did you want me to find out?" murmured Tim frightened.
"TRACK. HIM. DOWN. NOW!" raising his voice to her a whole a new level as he slammed his hand across the table that no one dare to be within a fifty metre radius of him.
"Okay, boss... On it."
"Ziva, drive Tony home and make sure he gets home safe. I want you there on protection duties for the next twenty-four hours since Vance can't even get off his ass and assign me some damn good agents", growled as he pointed at the pair.
Sure, their only thought should be not pissing Gibbs off but it looked like they were planning on breaking Rule #12 very soon...
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A/N: Noticed that I used the words to describe her from Obsession? Probably because I'm pretty sure he was talking about her. I apologise for preventing to be descriptive of her times, I just don't like writing about issues that I don't have much knowledge or developed empathy with yet. Sorry it's a bit lengthy but I figured it all worked well together and y'all probably want more Tiva goodness, the next chapter may have less of it though. Not sure that you like the angst but I'm trying to combine a bit of everything! READ AND REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! xoxo.
i need help cus i have writers block and i need help chapter 2 was complet crap so some one give me ideas
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oh and i want a vote do u think i should delet the the intier 2 chapter or try to just write an fix it hope that i can fix it to your liking pleas coment and tell me how to make it beter
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oh and i want a vote do u think i should delet the the intier 2 chapter or try to just write an fix it hope that i can fix it to your liking pleas coment and tell me how to make it beter
