Tiva in Paris

Tony carefully watched his three year old daughter as she played in the leaves at the park. She was bundled up cozy as can be in her gray hat, scarf, and sweater jacket. Her medium length blonde hair flipped around the top of her jacket and her giggled filled the air. It was a crisp autumn day and he was happy to have it off to spend time with his daughter. Ziva had wandered off to a shop not far from the park to do some shopping. This left him with the chance to just watch and absorb what he was witnessing.

He smiled as Danielle held up a leaf excitedly waving it at him before scooping up...

I've been watching NCIS since I was 11 and I've shipped Tony and Ziva since I was 12. I've grown up with them.

There have been times in my life where I've thought that I didn't think I could carry on. But through it all, they have always been there. You may say that it's pathetic to be so emotionally invested in something fictional (and I probably would've said that before I saw them together), but when you love your OTP as much as I love mine, you don't really care.

Ziva arrived after Kate died but as soon as she came I realised that something special was going to happen. You can't have a...