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pro-bee · 4 years

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the road less traveled

Note: I cooked this up in the last 24 hours to try to work through some writer’s block on my post-reunion WIP. So this is a bit of a stream of consciousness mess, but if I don’t post this now, I’m gonna chicken out and all my other ideas are going to go PFFT. Also, this is inspired by all the discourse you guys have been floating around lately so it’s your fault.

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada. Generally season 17. Possibly AU depending on how you look at things. (Also assumes Summer of Secret Sex happened don’t start with me)

Relationships: Implied Tiva. Vague mentions of Bishop/Torres. General team bonding.

Words: 1700

Summary: Sometimes a case hits a little too close to home. Sometimes it makes people want to do something about it.

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“How could they have known that they each had feelings for each other for so long and not done anything about it?! That had to have been torture!”

Bishop has been on a rant since their team got to their table at their favorite watering hole, decompressing after yet another wild case that has prodded at more than a few wounds between them. It was a story of star-crossed lovers, who held back on their feelings for one another for fear of ruining their friendship (and losing their jobs), until one made a tragic mistake and the other paid for it. One of those times where they get no satisfaction out of getting their suspect, because of the chaos left in its wake.

“Don’t ask me. I have been in love with the same man since I was 23 and I still haven’t fully figured it out.”

Ziva’s unexpected candor (and unexpected help in the investigation) catches the younger agent off-guard; she wasn’t counting on things taking such a personal turn. Bishop gives her a sad smile, though the answer clearly isn’t the one she necessarily wants to hear at the moment. Torres shifts nervously in his seat across the table from her, unclear on where this conversation is headed, on edge the way he is whenever he’s around his predecessor.

The admission gives McGee pause, but maybe this isn’t the time to press. “It’s funny, looking at us all now, with families of our own, I can’t imagine having to wait that long to finally be with the person you love. I mean, waiting for years just to act on your attraction…”

“Oh, we definitely acted on it,” she offers in typical Ziva bluntness. “We just failed to follow through on any of it.”

McGee nearly chokes on his drink at the revelation. The wheels start to spin in his head, his eyebrows creased in confusion, as he pieces it together at lightning speed.

“You guys were sleeping together?!”

“I mean, not the whole time,” her hand waves around on its own, as if to punctuate the sentence, “But… some of the times, yes.”

“Like when?!”

“Now look who is butting in! I would expect that from Tony, but you?” She tsks at him, with mock sternness, until she notices the desperation in his eyes as his world seems to have turned upside down. “Okay, fine… Like… Like, when Gibbs retired, for instance.”

(“Gibbs retired?” “When did this happen?” their newer counterparts interject in unison, but their curiosity goes unanswered in the firestorm happening around them.)

“Back then?! That was… Ziva that almost fifteen years ago! You guys have been together for fifteen years?!”

“No! That is my whole point! We were not together together. We were just… what do you say? Letting out air?”

“Blowing off steam?”

“Yes! That!” Her own drink nearly flies off the table.

“Wait, that means— How did you keep it a secret for so long?!”

“I knew!” Palmer offers helpfully.

“I am fairly certain everyone knew, eventually.”

“No way! Gibbs didn’t.”

“Gibbs definitely knew,” she snorts at the memory of being on the receiving end of his beady stare one morning when she and her partner were just a hair more heated in their bickering than usual, even for them.

“And you lived to tell the tale?!” Surely Boss would have banished them to desk duty, or worse yet, Inventory, if he found out they were hot bunking.

“I believe it was a case of don’t ask, don’t tell. Besides, it’s not like it affected our work.”

“True, you two were just as unprofessional as always.”

She flings her discarded crumpled straw wrapper at him.

His mind still reels, though.

“How— how did I not know that my best friends were hooking up behind my back?!”

“McGee!” she lilts, stretching his name out like a song in the way only she does, “You cannot be serious! You wrote a whole book about us! Several, in fact!”

“For the last time, Tommy and Lisa were not about you and Tony! Those books were works of fiction!”

“Oh come on McGee,” pipes in Torres, who had until now tried his best to find any escape from this forced socialization. “Even I knew that! And I’ve never even read your books.”

“Or a book, period,” his partner mutters into her glass.

“How do you even know about—?”

“Bishop,” he shrugs.

“Ellie!”

“What?! It’s not like it’s a secret, Tim.”

“It’s personal! And again, Tommy and Lisa are fictional.”

Bishop and Torres roll their eyes in unison.

“Well, then, you must have psychic powers in addition to your keen observational skills as an agent,” she teases, with only a touch of sarcasm in her voice. She can’t believe they’re really hashing out their scars in the open like this, but it is a brave new world.

McGee finally shakes his head and laughs in disbelief, and even she can’t help the grin stretching across her face. Old friends, indeed.

She takes a breath and grounds herself back to reality, reminded again of the point she was trying to make in the first place. “What I am trying to say is that it is so easy to get caught up in your own fears when it comes to matters of the heart. You get so scared that you are not enough, that you are going to upset whatever it is between you, and that when you inevitably mess it all up, and you will, that you are going to ruin the one good thing you have. So you lie to yourself that you do not have it and that it does not mean anything.”

“Are we talking about you or the petty officer now?”

“Both,” she answers with a hint of a wistful smile. McGee returns with his own expression of sympathy, fully aware of all those twists and turns that have led to where his friends are now.

The group sits in companionable silence for a spell, the weight of the week’s case lifting, only to be replaced with familiar exhaustion.

Ziva feels a buzz coming from her pocket, reminding her that, yes, these matters do come to a close somehow.

- Having fun on a school night?

- Going down memory lane with the team.

- The good ones, I hope?

- They are now. :-) Just about done, heading home soon.

- Can’t wait. Kiddo’s asleep. ;-) Love you.

McGee across the table notices the way her eyes crinkle as she glances at her screen. Once again, he is grateful for these small mercies they’ve been granted. How this story eventually got the happy ending it deserved.

“Well, this has been fun, but it is getting late and I should get home.” She pushes herself off the seat and grabs her coat, untangling her curls from the collar as she twists her arms through the sleeves. “I will see you all soon, I hope.”

“Yeah, I’m beat too,” Torres chimes in, “I’ll walk you out.”

The gang exchange goodnights and talk to you laters, with only the faintest of intrigue from Bishop as her partner, who is not known for his chivalrous nature, follows Ziva out the door.

Standing face to face now, at their full height, Ziva narrows her own eyes at the man, seeing right through him and daring him to come out with it, already.

“Ziva, what you said in there… Is that why you keep pushing me about Bishop?”

She stares at her feet for a second and breaks into a genuine grin now.

“Ah, he finally catches on.”

He breathes in, swallowing his nerves with every gulp of air reaching his lungs. She supposes it’s time to put him out of his misery.

“Look, Agent Torres, if there is anything I have learned throughout all of this, it is that time is the most precious resource we have. I know that it sounds like a cliché, believe me, but it is the truth. When I think about all the time Tony and I wasted over the years… It was not worth it.”

“Yeah, but it seems to have worked out, right?”

“Yes, it has,” she presses her lips together in a regretful smile. “But it very nearly did not. We missed out on so much, I missed out on so much, and it was all because I let fear get the best of me. I liked to tell myself that I was not scared of anything, when really, I was scared of everything.”

Torres absorbs the confession with appropriate gravity.

“Nick, do not let fear rule you. I promise you, whatever happens, taking that chance is worth the risk. I wish I had had the courage much sooner. It might have saved us all a lot of pain.”

He glances through the blinds in the window at the object of this discussion, only for Ellie to catch his eye at that moment. They each avert their gaze on opposite sides of the pane, feeling decidedly like the suspects they’ve just interrogated, without fully understanding why.

“What if I can’t do it?”

“You are a smart man. You will figure it out. You bested me, did you not?” It’s his turn to laugh, and she answers in turn. Maybe she has gotten through to him, after all.

She reaches out to gently pat his elbow. “Take care, Agent Torres.”

With that, she takes her leave and heads down the street towards her car, the heels of her boots clicking down the sidewalk with every step, leaving Nick to reflect on her words of wisdom. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, unsure of how to proceed. With one last look into the bar, he turns in the opposite direction in search of his own vehicle, more confused than ever. Yet somehow he knows that the former agent is right.

What he doesn’t realize as he turns his back is that Bishop takes one last look at him, Ziva’s words ringing in her ears as well. That maybe blazing the road not travelled is not as scary as it may seem.

- Bishop, you’ve got a big mouth. See you tomorrow.

She grins at her phone in spite of herself. Maybe that’s a thought for another day.

#my fanfiction #ziva david #can i tag this as tiva fanfiction?#i mean not really cause they aren't technically there #but i mean everything i write is tiva lmao #i don't even know what this is but i blame all of you #also i don't know anything about torres and bishop #so i just made assumptions #🤷‍♀️

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burninghoneyatdusk · 4 years

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TAG GAME

Tagged by @cominguproses13x , thanks! 💙

3 Ships:

Bellarke: What can I say. You all know the obsession. Praying for a happy ending 🙏🏻

Tiva: Oh man. My first OTP. A wild 8 years and more. Partners. Banter. Sexual Tension. Best friends. Jealousy. Go to the ends of the earth for a rescue mission when one is presumed dead. Secret baby. Fake death. Eventually after a long ass time a happy ending. For a procedural crime show, Tiva was an off the charts ship and everyone should hop on board.

Olicity: I was obsessed with olicity ~2013/14/15 (S2 & S3) and even though I didn’t stick with them through the end, I’ll always have a special place in my heart for them. The ship that was never meant to sail, their chemistry was awesome and Emily Bett Rickards is a gift. Maybe I should watch from beginning to end now that it’s over.

Last Song: Magic in the Hamptons (social house & lil yachty). This has been my go-to happy song ever since I saw that stupid tik tok of the guy *vibing* yes that tik tok truly cheers me up everytime

Last Movie: Emma. I absolutely adored it. I’ve never been one to love period pieces and hadn’t seen previous iterations of Emma, but this was so good. So cute. I was so sad when it ended.

Currently reading: Nothin. Lmao honesty I’ve had 0 focus to read since the qurantine/pandemic. I’m supposed to be reading ‘Where the Crawdads Sing’ for a book club and I hear it’s amazing but don’t seem to have the focus for anything more than < 3k fics rn. I’ve been mostly writing instead of reading.

Currently consuming: Glass of cab 🍷👌🏻

Food I’m craving right now: Nothing bc I somehow ate dinner at 11pm bc I was distracted by editing/posting the new VITW chapter and whoops it was suddenly 11. I had a turkey sandwich. #selfcare

Tag 9 people you want to know better or want to catch up with: @elora-lane , @changingthefairy-tale , @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 , @sassmasterblake , @bellarkestitchdelena , @useyourtelescope , @asroarke , @broashwhat , @yourereallyhere , @igotbellarkeforthat , @eyessharpweaponshot , @pawprinterfanfic , @keiraknighted , @immortalpramheda , @iwearplaids , @natassakar , @dayo488 , @bookwormforalways , @angstybleuskies , @carrieeve , @piningbellarke & anyone else who wants to do this, feel free to tag me 😊

#srry the tag list was by memory if I forgot anyone just DO IT were all bored rn #about #tag games #personal

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besidemethewholedamntime · 4 years

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Tagged by the ever wonderful @infinitestarsintheskye - thank you so much!!

3 ships: FitzSimmons, Tiva, Phyrne/Jack are what I’m feeling right now

last song: ‘Funeral’ by Phoebe Bridgers

last movie: Enola Holmes which I really enjoyed! I didn’t think I would because idk, it’s just not really my type of thing but I did like this one!

currently reading: I’m actually so behind in my reading lately that it’s proper terrible, but I’m currently fifty pages (ish) in to ‘The Secrets We Kept’ by Lara Prescott and hoping to finally get into it again!

currently watching: Nothing at the minute (unless rewatching ‘Us’ counts but I feel like it doesn’t because it’s mainly episode 2 and the last bit of episode 4). I feel like after the AoS finale I just can’t get over it but there’s also nothing I’ve really seen that I’ve wanted to watch so if anyone has any suggestions I would be very grateful!

currently consuming: Nothing, which makes me so sad. I so desperately want my lunch before I go to the doctors but there are workmen currently removing our kitchen window so I can’t have my srambled egg on toast and I have no snacks in my room :( It’s sad times

tagging: the lovely beans (if they want to!) that are @larariannons @rathxritter @2minutes2midnight @agentofship @maybebrilliant @doctorofaos and anybody else who would like to do it!

#tag game thingies #thank you so much for tagging me #i am actually very hungry now oh my gosh #i feel like it's because i can't go and get my food that i'm more hungry #it's just going to be so embarrassing having my stomach make noises in the doctor's surgery #we live six flights of stairs up and they're literally just chipping out our window #it's so strange #my landlord has odd priorities

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beatrixacs · 4 years

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2, 8, 17, 20 and 21!!! for the ask game

Thank you, dear! :)

2. What Fandoms were apart of that you aren't any longer? Hm... Like that I completely quitted a fandom? NCIS: New Orleans. I loved the show so much, it was a breath of fresh air from the mundane usual NCIS - and then they destroyed it by firing Zoe McLellan (Meredith Brody) I like since JAG and as far as I know, killed off my second favourite character, Christopher LaSalle. So yeah - I don't want to be part of that any longer, though I did spend a lot of time by reading fantastic fics. Otherwise, I usually stick to my fandoms although I might be not that active in them.

8. Do you prefer happy, bittersweet, or sad endings? Definitely a happy ending. It doesn't have to be sunlit happy ever after but as a writer, I go for that. Only once I wrote a bittersweet ending and I still don't feel good about it.

17. Are there any tropes you wished were used less often? So called "Moonlighting Curse". It's BS, there is no curse. Just certain TV writers have no idea how to write two characters in relationship after years of will-they, won't-they because they think that drama is necessary. And they don't realize we just want to see them happy, struggling through normal life.

And yes, I consider a “Moonlighting Curse” a trope because it happens way too often and I’m tired of it.

Also, one trope I actually hate is - strong, independent and powerful woman isn’t allowed to have a normal healthy relationship with a man (or to raise her kids with him) because it would somehow make her less strong, independent and powerful - HORSESHIT!

20. Name a song that reminds you heavily of a specific fandom or character. Oh wow... I just came home from work and I listened to a song called 'Not Strong Enough' by Apocalyptica. Those lyrics always reminded me of Tony when Ziva left in 11x02. Otherwise, 'Holding On and Letting Go' by Ross Copperman - also for TIVA.

21. Bonus + Create your own question. What fandom you would like to be integral part of but you keep hanging on edge because you're either afraid or too late because the fandom is too old? Like that you can't share your feelings instantly because everyone knows how things turned out. For me - X-Files. I watched the show as a kid but without being grown-up enough and internet back in the 90s, I couldn't be in touch with fandom people at all to discuss the episodes in their freshness.

Thank you so much for sending the asks!

Fandom asks

#personal #about me #fandom asks

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doontpanic · 4 years

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ask me stuff!

Tagged by @moprocrastinates

Top 3 ships: Tiva (Tony Dinozzo and Ziva David from NCIS), Bellarke (Bellamy and Clarke from The 100), Gorkins (actually they never had a real ship name but they are James Gordon and Leslie Thompkins from Gotham).

Last Song: Waiting for Love by Avicii

Last Movie: I haven’t watched a movie in so longggggg, the only show I’m currently watching is a kdrama called Hi! Bye, Mama. (something cute, something funny, something sad I’d say.)

Currently Reading: My Uni is slowly killing me in these quarantined days. So I’m just reading academic stuff. :/ I’m about to start a classic named “Os Sertões”. (boring as hell, lord help me)

What food are you craving right now: PIZZA.

Rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better! BUT as I follow no rules jsalksaj whoever wants to do this, feel free. :)

#also I didn't know i was a loved blog of someone çlaksjaçslk #thanks for tagging! <3

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television-overload · 5 years

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So I have three prompts for you: 1) #4 - Past Present Future: What happened between the the Grove and the Tarmac? 2) #1 - Swan Song: The elevator scene. 3) #1 or #4 (up to you) - Damned If You Do: The scene outside Gibbs cabin (there has been a rumor a kiss was filmed with this but never used/aired). Also my Tiva blog is tivadavid-dinozzo. I had to send this from my main. Hope you like these prompts and feel inspired by at least one! Thanks!

Alright, so for this one, I went with your second prompt, tweaking the scene from “Swan Song,” (just because I love that scene and really wanted to try writing a ‘tweak it’ prompt.)

This is kinda late because I accidentally fell asleep writing it yesterday (gee, thanks, daylight savings time) and today I was pretty busy. But I got really carried away this time, so I hope you like it. Again, if I have time another day, I would love to revisit your other prompts and maybe try them as well! Thanks for sending it in!

Rating: K

Words: 2138 (oops)

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Less than an hour had passed since they had learned of Mike Franks’ death. Tony could tell that Ziva was taking it pretty hard. She was barely holding it together as they briefed Gibbs on their findings at the crime scene, and when she abruptly left autopsy, Tony knew that was his cue.

Gibbs gave him the go-ahead, and he rushed to the elevator, barely catching it in time before the doors closed with Ziva inside.

She clearly hadn’t been expecting anyone to follow her, as the tears were already flowing feely when he found her. He knew that showing emotion like this was not something Ziva normally did, so he decided to give her a moment before saying anything, flipping the switch to stop the elevator.

This was a private moment, and he knew Ziva would hate to be seen in this state by anyone, except maybe him.

She pressed her fingers into her eyes, gathering her emotions as best as she could. Of course Tony wouldn’t leave her alone. If she was being honest, she found his presence comforting. He was her rock, allowing her to let out her frustrations and sadness so long as he held it together for them both.

They completed each other in that way.

Her breathing finally under control, Ziva managed to choke out “There is always another monster…” breaking the silence. Her head was bowed, eyes closed in a silent prayer to end the pain and suffering that persisted in the world.

“Yep,” Tony responded simply, knowing she had more to say and wanting to give her time to organize her thoughts.

The look of hopelessness on Ziva’s face broke his heart. “I mean, we pursue them, but we just keep making targets of ourselves.”

Tony nodded, understanding her dilemma having faced it himself several times since becoming a cop. It was never easy to bury a friend or fellow agent. Ziva had the misfortune of having done it several times too many.

His eyes scanned her features. He hated to see her like this. Broken.

She deserved so much more than all this pain and heartache. Very few even knew this side of Ziva existed. She was the strongest person he knew, inside and out. And from the outside, she seemed unbreakable, resilient, unfeeling.

But Tony knew better. Without hesitation, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her upper arm, soothingly rubbing circles in the fabric of her blazer in hopes of offering her some sort of comfort.

“Better us than someone who didn’t sign up for it,” he reasoned.

At least, this was what he had concluded whenever he struggled with the same question. It offered him some semblance of peace with fate, though that peace was easily broken. It took a lot of work mentally to come to terms with the dangers and risks involved in their line of work.

At last, Ziva’s gaze met his. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair disheveled. How she managed to still take his breath away with her beauty, Tony did not know.

“I don’t think I can take any more,” she admitted, her voice breaking, silently pleading him to take the hurt away. She had lost so many people. Her mother, her sister, her brother, Jenny, and now Mike Franks, who was the final nail in the coffin. She hadn’t even known the man that well, but there was no denying his importance to the team, especially to Gibbs. When death permeated the air all around a person, it tended to get under their skin.

After only a moment’s pause, Tony opened up his arms and welcomed her into a much-needed embrace.

Ever since Tony had started his relationship with E.J., Ziva had felt increasingly lonely. For years now she had hidden her true feelings for him beneath the many layers of their complicated relationship, yet it hurt to see him finding happiness while she watched from afar. Sure, she was dating Ray, but that was just it. Dating. Deep down, she knew that he did not truly make her happy. Ziva was trying to settle for less than her dreams.

So, yeah. She had no right to feel cheated, but she did. Even her friendship with Tony had suffered, now that there was another agent catching his eye and bantering with him like they used to do. She longed for those days again, even if it was painful to bite back all those feelings. For years, especially in the last few months, her only outlet for these frustrations had been her journals. She had found that keeping all these things bottled up for so long was unhealthy, so she poured her heart out in these passages, filling several books just writing about Tony.

Now she was in his arms, and she wished she could stay there forever, in this suspended reality where the world couldn’t hurt them anymore.

She drew in a deep breath, savoring the feeling of Tony’s protective embrace.

She could feel his heart beating, her head cuddled into his chest as if he could push all the negative feelings away from them.

She didn’t know what she would do if he was next on the list of those she lost…

Tony’s mind wandered to E.J. as well. It was moments like these that made him question his relationship with her. These moments of tenderness, baring their souls, talking about things that really mattered….they didn’t exist with E.J. It was all fun and games, something Tony usually wanted in a relationship. But Ziva had changed all that. They shared a deep connection, one that traced back to their time in Somalia and even before then.

There was something much more fulfilling, being there for someone in their lowest moments. It felt real. Compared to this, his other relationships felt fake…shallow. Like an illusion of happiness.

Everything with Ziva was amplified. Every emotion. He had some of his highest highs and lowest lows since he had known her, and somehow through it all they had stuck together. That was a testament to who they were both as individuals, and as partners.

Much too quickly, Tony severed their connection and held her at arm’s length. She took comfort in his eyes, hanging on to every word he said.

“We’re gonna get him,” he promised, gazing seriously into Ziva’s eyes and gripping her tightly by the shoulders. He needed her to understand that he would do everything in his power to make things right. He couldn’t bring back Mike, but he could bring him justice.

Ziva smiled a little at his sincerity, and a chill ran down her spine as Tony placed his hand gently on her cheek. She leaned into touch, their foreheads mere inches apart.

How could this man have room in his heart to care for her while still maintaining a relationship with someone else?

Ziva let out a tiny sob, her eyes closing and reveling in the moment. They were so close, and the force between them so unstoppable that they gravitated closer and closer together until their foreheads touched. Tony’s hand brushed Ziva’s hair back gently, coming to a rest on the back of her neck and holding her in place.

It was so comfortable that neither person wanted to break the contact, though they knew they should. They were in dangerous waters now, caught in a moment of weakness.

“Tony,” Ziva breathed, their lips maddeningly close to touching.

“Yeah?” he responded, his whisper matching hers. It was like any sudden movements or loud noises would wake them both from what felt like a dream or enchantment.

Ziva drew in a shuddering breath. “Promise me you won’t leave me too.” A tear rolled down her cheek, and Tony wiped it away with his thumb, pulling away from Ziva enough that he could see her face. So that was what had Ziva so upset.

“You know I can’t promise that,” he replied with a sigh. Their jobs were dangerous. Unpredictable.

Ziva tensed up, disbelief in her eyes. “Promise me!” she said louder, more forcefully, her hands coming up to his neck and forcing him to meet her eyes.

Where was this coming from? Tony’s face radiated confusion and slight frustration. “Ziva, we’ve been partners for years, why does this suddenly bother you?”

“Oh come on, Tony, do not make me say it,” Ziva all but shouted, breaking contact with him entirely.

Tony had had enough of her vague messages. “Say what?” he said as Ziva continued talking.

“You are happy with E.J., and I am with Ray, and this is NOT the right time. It’s not the right time,” she explained as if trying to convince herself that it was the truth.

Tony’s anger stopped in its tracks as the words she spoke hit him.

He felt as if ice water was running through his veins.

“What?”

Ziva looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights, as if those last few words were not meant to be spoken aloud. Her bewildered look softened, and tears began to form again.

Tony gripped her arms, pulling her mind back to the present situation. “Ziva, do you—are you—” he fumbled with the question.

“It does not matter,” Ziva interrupted, trying to pull away. As she did, she restarted the elevator, only to be immediately stopped again by Tony.

“Yes, yes it does, Ziva,” Tony assured her, utterly baffled by the fact that she was trying to play this off again. “Ziva…” he called out, grabbing her attention. “I love you.”

There. He had said it. And as he did, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Ziva stood at the opposite end of the elevator, looking completely overwhelmed and slightly panicked. She had not been expecting that. Never in her wildest dreams.

And now that the words had been spoken, there was no point in trying to avoid this conversation. It was too late for that now.

She needed to say something, but the words would not come to her.

Her mind was a jumbled mess of different languages and mental alarm bells sounding.

Tony, seeing Ziva’s inability to process what he had just revealed, took the lead. Cautiously, he stepped close to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him. Their eyes met, each thought and feeling visible deep within their wonder-filled orbs.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assured.

Ziva’s mind was churning. Yes, she loved him too, but there were still so many obstacles. So many things standing in their way. Was it really possible to bypass all that and finally have the life she’s always wanted?

“But—what about E.J.? And Ray?” she whispered, her eyes pleading Tony to have a good answer, because she certainly didn’t.

Tony smiled a little and shook his head, a look of affectionate amusement gracing his features. “E.J. isn’t you, Zi,” he stated simply. “And I suspect…C.I.Ray isn’t me either,” he added, that confident, playful, teasing tone returning to his voice.

Ziva chuckled softly, burying her smile in Tony’s chest as he brought her in for a reassuring hug.

“No, he most definitely is not,” she agreed, swaying back and forth in Tony’s arms.

As they stood there, the mood darkened once again, the tear stains on Ziva’s face a reminder of why they were there in the first place.

“Listen, Ziva…” Tony spoke, rubbing his hand gently up and down Ziva’s arm. She hummed into his shirt, too exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of a day that they’d had to respond in a complete sentence. “My life—our lives—are not a guarantee…” he continued, “But I can promise you that I will always be there for you, protecting you. And I know you’ve got my back too.”

Ziva smiled, remembering the time so long ago that she had said those words to Tony.

“Thank you, Tony,” she said after a minute passed in silence.

Tony felt like he ought to be thanking her for being the best friend and partner a guy could ask for.

“Any time, Zi. Really.”

Ziva flipped the switch to the elevator again and it jolted to life, beginning its ascent. Tony placed a kiss on her forehead as she snuggled in to his side, waiting out the remainder of the elevator ride.

Just before the doors opened, the two agents separated once more. Ziva smirked, staring straight ahead at the silver doors. “For the record, I do too,” she said, the words ‘love you’ bubbling beneath the surface of her statement.

Tony’s heart leapt, receiving her message loud and clear.

-.-.-

“Well then, Miss David,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, trying in vain to contain the grin spreading across his face. “Looks like we have some business to attend to.”

That was way more difficult than I was expecting, but so fun to write! Also, dissecting that scene made me notice so many tiny little details and now my heart is in tatters. It’s fine.

Thanks again for reading!

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stanathanxoox · 6 years

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Crush

Anon requested Sam Evans and serenading reader please 😍

You were standing in the courtyard of William McKinely High School of Arts, being the newest member of the teaching staff at the first official school that based its curricula on extending the knowledge and supporting the arts you had been requested by the school board to transfer schools and teach Drama, and you had readily agreed, needing a change after an incredibly bad break up it was time for a change. You'd been at the school for about six months now and the people you had become friends with were Sam Evans, the music teacher and leader of the glee club the New Directions and William Schuster, Principal, the other teaching staff disliked you and didn't want anything to do with you. Pushing the sadness aside you look up at Sam who is standing with his guitar at the top of the stairs he begins to play a couple of chords before he begins to sing a song you recognise from when you were younger"I hung up the phone tonight Something happened for the first time deep inside It was a rush, what a rush 'Cause the possibility That you would ever feel the same way about me It's just too much, just too much Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized And I've just got to know Do you ever think when you're all alone All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way you do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Has it ever crossed your mind When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends? Is there more, is there more? See it's a chance we've gotta take 'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last Last forever, forever Do you ever think when you're all alone All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized And I've just got to know Do you ever think when you're all alone All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way you do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy".

By the end of the song he's made his way to the bottom of the stairs and is standing in front of you, he's got a nervous smile on his face as he asks "So Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me?" he asks and you nod, before you gently take his face in your hands and place a gentle kiss on his lips. When you pull back you can hear the students around you, all cheering and whistling a couple of your students come up to the two of you and congratulate the two of you and you smile, before he walks you to the drama room, he places a gentle kiss on your cheek just as the warning bell rings and you smile at him before making your way into the classroom.

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vampireprofiler · 4 years

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get to know me meme

Top 3 Ships:

1. tiva

2. densi

3. eslile (?)/ carlsme (?) i don’t know which one is lmao. anyway dr. carlisle cullen and his lovely wife esme cullen

Lipstick or Chapstick:

chapstick. i never liked makeup so i’ll go with the barefaced look

Last Song:

i like that- sistar

Last Movie:

i... don’t remember

Reading:

the reading for my linguistics class lol.

Three random things that make me happy:

1. sunny days ( i know it sounds cliché but seriously a warm day boosts my mood and makes me want to be productive. i hate cloudy and cold days. they make sad and lazy)

2. compliments from my teachers ( i run on coffee and my teachers’ validation)

3. finally understanding and mastering a grammar lesson

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indestinatus · 4 years

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Something blue (part 2/?)

read it in AO3 if you prefer

*this is a tiva fic. Please read chapter 1 first.

"Goooood morning!" Ellie exclaimed excitedly as she entered the bullpen, putting her backpack on the ground.

McGee was in his desk, concentrated on something on his computer, eyes unblinking, completely ignoring the world around him.

"Hey, McGee, goooood morning!"

There was no reaction, but Ellie noticed that some beads of sweat now covered his forehead.

"Goooood- hey what's wrong with him?" asked Nick, arriving at the bullpen, casting a puzzled look to Bishop who was still next to her desk studying the other agent.

"Don't know yet, he was already like that when I got here."

Nick and Ellie hovered around McGee, cornering him until they're standing on each side of his computer, but just as they tried to look at his screen, he was faster and closed it.

"Hey, guys, good morning."

"Okaaaaay. Weird," stated Ellie.

"Are you hacking this time of the morning, bro?" asked Torres, eyes squinting in distrust, "you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm just-"

"Petty officer Grove isn't," declared Gibbs loudly, entering the bullpen as usual, in a rush, "grab your gear, we're going sailing."

"Sailing?" asked Torres, eyes wide "as in bluewater, sunset, a drink in my hand-sailing?"

"I think he means we're going to a ship," Ellie patted his shoulder in consideration, "maybe later, Gatsby."

"The man makes sailing boats all the time..."

McGee's eyes turned unfocused again and he stood silently, eyebrows furrowed in clear concern as he grabbed his backpack mechanically.

"Hey, man, you alright?" asked Nick again, eyeing McGee curiously.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. I just... Yes. I am," said Tim, walking towards the elevator without looking back.

Nick and Ellie exchanged a meaningful look as they entered the elevator, a clear connection between the two, who now shared the same thought.

McGee wasn't, in fact, alright.

°°°

"Oh, man, this isn't EVEN close to what I imagined it would be," said Nick loudly, trying to beat the sound of the waves and the wild sirens of the ship, "and I'm starting to feel a little bit sick."

"You might try to get used to it, we are in the middle of nowhere," Ellie smiled at him from where she stood on the main deck, the wind aggressively tousling her hair, "besides, something tells me we're going to stay here for a while."

"Why don't we do something different for once? Like, have a case that leads to Hawaii or some deserted beach?"

"Quit dreaming, Torres," said Gibbs as the team entered the accommodations, leaving the sirens and wind behind, "Palmer should be here already, find him."

Nick nodded looking a bit pale, and he left to search for the medical examiner.

Ellie eyed McGee with distrust, he hadn't spoken a word during the whole trip to the naval base. His forehead was furrowed and his eyes were darting everywhere, as if his thoughts were more important than the actual reality.

"Body is down in the control room," Nick popped his head by the door, sweat coating his skin, "oof, remind me to never again set foot on a ship."

"Will do," answered Ellie, patting his shoulder as they descended the stairs to the control room.

Palmer was squatting next to the petty officer's body, who was laying on the ground almost as if he was only sleeping, arms placed on top of his abdomen, hands together.

"He was shot once in the head, entry and exit wounds present, probably 0.38 caliber bullet. He was young, around 25, but it was a quick death, at least," Jimmy sighed, "as my grandmother used to say, never forget to seas the day."

Palmer barked a laugh but as soon as he looked up to the team and saw that no one was laughing with him, his face became serious again as he muttered his apologies under his breath.

McGee arrived at the scene with a camera around his neck, the back of his hand wiping his forehead, clearly uncomfortable.

"MCGEE!," exclaimed Jimmy, standing up in a second, "I need to talk to you."

"Not now, Jimmy, we'll talk later."

"But we have to-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm doing it. Just... Just let me think for a second."

Ellie's eyebrows shot up and she glanced at Nick with wide eyes, who sent her a knowing look in return. As McGee started to take the photographs of the scene, bending down to the ground, deep in his thoughts, Bishop and Torres got closer to Palmer.

"Hey, man," said Torres quietly, grabbing Jimmy's arm and pulling him to a corner, "is everything alright? He has a crazy look in his eyes."

Ellie got closer, crossing her arms, "do you know something that you're not telling us, Jimmy?"

Jimmy huffed an uncomfortable laugh, "Uh... I don't know if I can tell you, guys, it's just-"

"Let him be," a grave voice startled them from behind, "this time it's actually important."

Gibbs angled his chin to Nick, "Torres, with me, ask about witnesses. Bishop," he pointed to a video camera on a corner of the ceiling, "get that."

Nick's eyes shot to Ellie, the white of them visible as he motioned between them with his index finger, "only WE don't know what's going on, blondie."

"Hmmm," muttered Bishop, putting her hands on her hips as Gibbs and Torres left the scene to ask about the dead petty officer to the others on board.

She looked around, eyeing Palmer and McGee with suspicion, trying to discover any clue of what was going on, but they were both engrossed in their jobs.

"I will find out," she stated to whoever was listening, leaving the scene confidently, her boots stomping on the stairs.

She didn't notice that Jimmy's lips opened in a small grin.

°°°

"Dancing queen... Young and sweet..."

Jack Sloane was singing in the bathroom stall softly, whistling along with the melody of the song.

She opened up the door and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh, my God, Ellie," she declared, raising a hand to press at her chest in surprise, "you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here like that?"

Ellie was leaning her back at the bathroom counter, arms crossed and face grave, "what do you know?"

"What do I know about what...?"

Bishop gave two knocks on the door rhythmically and Nick appeared, locking the bathroom door behind him.

"Does she know something?"

"Nick, this is the women's bathroom."

"Yeah, I know."

"And what are you doing here, then?"

"We're interrogating you."

"Interrogating me?" Jack huffed a laugh, "what did I do?"

"What you didn't do, to be exact," said Bishop with distrust, "do you know something about what's going on with Jimmy and McGee?"

"With... Jimmy and McGee? And why-"

"Don't try to cover them up, it's been days since they have these lunatic eyes and secretive conversations," complimented Torres.

"But why-"

"Does it have something to do with you-know-who?" asked Ellie, getting closer to Sloane with her arms crossed, followed by Nick doing the same on her other side.

"You-know-who as in...?"

"T and Z, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the hawk and the eagle, the shotgun and the dagger, ya know."

"Codenames? In the women's bathroom, seriously?"

Ellie looked at Torres and nodded in agreement.

"Yep," said both at the same time.

"It's been a few weeks since she left and we didn't get any news from anyone. Then McGee appears one morning looking like he's just been shot and Palmer is the same, not being able to form complete sentences. So... It's about someone they both knew."

"Them," stated Bishop, nodding to what Nick was saying, "and Gibbs knows as well. So... You know."

"Hey, guys, hold on," asks Jack, hands opened in front of her as an attempt of defending herself, "why do you think I know only because Gibbs knows?"

"Well, because-"

"That's not the point," interrupted Ellie, clearly impatient, "the point is: what is it?"

"Well, you should ask them," said Jack, eyes narrowing, "so excuse me, because I have no idea what you're talking about."

She washed her hands and fled the bathroom, leaving Nick and Ellie frustrated and confused.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?"

"I don't know, she’s hiding something."

°°°

Once they arrived at the bullpen, McGee was furiously writing on something. He then threw away the paper with a concerned face and started over again. The floor near his desk was already mostly covered in paper balls.

"Okay, MCGEE," called Ellie loudly, putting both her hands on his desk with loud 'thump', "What. Is. Going. On?"

Tim looked at her with wide eyes, as if it was the first time he noticed he was actually in the bullpen and not in his room in front of his typewriter. He looked at Torres, behind her, arms crossed and face puzzled. He looked at Gibbs leaving the scene with a smirk, coffee in hand.

"Okay, okay," he said, standing up, his hands opened in front of him in defense, "I wasn't supposed to tell you yet, but I think they've already sent them."

Ellie cast a questioning look to Torres, who appeared just as confused as she was, "sent what?"

"What's this?"

Kasie raised a light grey envelope in the air, eyes darting from McGee to Torres to Bishop. Ellie looked at Nick and raced to get it from Kasie's hand, but he was faster than her and grabbed it first.

"Okay," Nick said panting, "what's this?" he repeated, turning the envelope in his hands.

Ellie looked across his shoulder, Nick’s arms blocking her way to the envelope, "open. It. Nick." she asked.

It was wrapped in a bronze ribbon, with an olive branch placed behind a golden wax seal. It read "T and Z" in beautiful, cursive golden writing. It was lovely.

"No no no no, let me open it," said Ellie once she saw what it was, "or you'll damage it."

"I think you both got one," said Kasie, raising another envelope from Ellie's desk.

She raced to it, grabbing the envelope with a force but then carefully unwrapping the ribbon, opening it gently.

"Save the date," she breathed out.

Ellie held Kasie's hands and started jumping up and down in some sort of dance, a big smile on her lips "they're getting married! We'll have a wedding! They're getting married!" she started to chant.

We do. (yes, finally, we know) You’re important to us, so save the date! - Tony and Ziva

McGee couldn't help but smile at the scene. His two best friends were finally getting together and starting a new life next to each other, and their daughter. For him, it was almost surreal. After years of bickering, boyfriends deaths, undercover operations, all finally ended well. His heart warmed with the thought.

"Yes, we have a wedding," he said to the group, "and I'll have to write the best man's speech, just as Palmer will have to make a toast as... Let's just say the man of honor. That's why we were so jittery the past few days. I have to get this right, they're both very important to me."

"Oh, McGee," said Ellie, patting his hand in reassurance, "you'll prepare a brilliant speech, I'm certain of it."

"Besides, we're all be there by your side to laugh at all your jokes," said Kasie with a smile.

"You're going too, Kasie?" asked Ellie.

"Oh, yeah, I think even George the janitor is going. I just didn't get the invite yet."

Just as she said that, Gibbs appeared in a rush, coffee on one hand and a light gray envelope wrapped in a ribbon on the other, which he softly gave to Kasie without saying a word.

"Guys," said Nick alarmingly, eyes wide while reading the invitation, "GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. OH MAN, THIS IS GOING TO BE SWEEEEEET."

"What? What did we miss? What's going on?" asked Ellie.

Gibbs was smirking in his desk, but silent. McGee had an amused look in his eyes but also didn't answer. Bishop ran to Nick and tried to seize what was in his hands to have a look but he was faster.

"This wedding isn't in DC," said Nick as he started to do a sequence of reggaeton moves, "MY MAN IS GOING ON VACATION!"

Everyone started to cheer and laugh loudly, as a family does.

In the back of the paper, a little message was placed at its center, a branch of olive leaves on each side of the elegant handwriting.

Grab your gear, We are waiting for you in Greece. - lots of love, T and Z.

P.S.: If any of you start to sing Mamma Mia like I'm listening to FOR DAYS from my two ladies, I WILL go mad. P.S.S.: But if you have the urge to, do it. This will be a great party. - T.