#tal david dinozzo

[le-amewzing]

All We Have in the End

Absolutely had to write the Paris POV of receiving that news. ;w; *Note: Set during s21e2, "The Stories We Leave Behind."

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Fic: "All We Have in the End" [FFN] [AO3] [pfio]

Pairings/Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David, DiNozzo Sr., & Tali David–DiNozzo, with a cameo from Timothy McGee

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,580

Additional info: family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, 3rd person POV

Summary: Their day is winding down in Paris, and the David–DiNozzo family gets a call from McGee just like any…other…day…

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"I've decided: I am not a fan of the unseasonably warm winter," Tony announced as Ziva joined him on their balcony late that February afternoon. They had the big double doors thrown wide open, and a chilly breeze caught the curtains, pulling the fabric outside, trying to wrap the couple in a warm embrace as they looked out on the twinkling city below.

She chuckled beside him and leaned against his left arm while he rested on his arms on the balcony railing. "So we've not had much snow, Tony. Personally, while I miss the winter wonderland D.C. can be this time of year…I won't dismiss that this is nice, too."

"But the hot cocoa! The s'mores!"

"You whine as though we've not done all those things still," she reminded him with a gentle poke to his side.

True. He nodded at that, although he wanted to bring up snowball fights next…then again, he wasn't getting any younger. Bending down to scoop up snow and play with Tali and her friends and their families was, uh, not as easy as it used to be. Even compared to a year or two ago.

Ziva rested her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek, moving her arms around him. "Besides, I find I am quite partial to this weather. Soft sweaters and," she murmured, leaving her thought go unfinished.

But Tony glanced at her, his grumpiness ebbing. He turned in her arms, drawing her close, because he actually knew what the rest of that thought was, now that they had several years under their belt, here.

Together. In Paris. With Tali.

Tony hadn't remarked about it. Not before, because he hadn't wanted to scare Ziva off, and not now, because he didn't want to piss her off. But now, setting down roots here, Ziva clearly was comfortable—in a new home, in her own skin, in showing her love and affection. He was proud of her, but—more than anything—he was happy for her, and Tony reminded her of this as he pressed a kiss to her temple as well as one to her lips.

"WE'RE HOME, ABBA, IMAH!!!" Tali yelled from deep inside the flat, and the front door closed behind her a moment later.

The parents chuckled and Tony rolled his eyes as they walked inside. "Indoor voice, Tal, indoor voice."

The ten-year-old grinned and dropped her schoolbag on the nearest chair before rushing her mother for a hug.

Tony glanced at his father behind Tali. "How was the walk home?"

"Fantastic," Senior said. He shed his coat and draped it on the back of the chair where Tali left her bag. "You know, that teacher from Tali's school, Madame Dumond, she always has a bright smile for me whenever I pick Tali up from school…"

Tony's face fell. He had to be imagining that twinkle in Senior's eye—oh, God, he was hallucinating that cocky twinkle in his eye, right?! "Dad, please tell me you didn't."

"What? I haven't done anything, son. We just exchange hellos, and she's incredibly patient with my broken French."

He rubbed his forehead, sensing a headache developing, and he didn't appreciate the snickers on his right. "…don't encourage him, Zee."

"What? I have seen the way Madame Dumond looks at your father. It's cute."

Thankfully, a familiar series of chirps sounded in the other room. Tony did a double-take before he realized he'd left his laptop in his and Ziva's room-slash-home office. Given the time difference, he didn't have high hopes it was McGee calling from the start of the workday, but a part of him wished for his friend's ear, because at least McGee might sympathize with him. So Tony ducked into the room, grabbed the device, and returned only to catch his daughter's eye as Senior split a chocolate éclair with her. "Hey! No spoiling your dinner."

"What's for dinner?" Tali and Senior asked in unison.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Undecided. But, Tali, homework first."

The curly-haired scamp didn't protest, but she did shove her entire half of the éclair in her mouth before scooting off to her room with her belongings.

Ziva snickered. "And, knowing you and your talk of s'mores earlier, we'll be heading out to that specialty dessert restaurant tonight," she quipped.

Tony's cheeks warmed, because his partner…wasn't entirely wrong. "Yeah, yeah…" Before the video caller gave up, he opened his laptop and the app—and was relieved to discover his wish had been answered. "McGoober McCheese! Have some crime-solving only we can assist with from across the pond?"

McGee opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Tony furrowed his brow. He glanced at the app's settings…no, the volume was up and everything appeared to be running just fine…and the video feed wasn't frozen… Tony's good cheer vanished, his smile forced. "McGee?"

McGee struggled to meet his eyes. When he did, Tony saw: They were red.

…aw, hell. This—This was like three years ago all over again. But if the shock of Bishop's treason (which, as Tony and Ziva had discussed between themselves, made zero sense without someone pulling serious strings…) and then the brief terror of Gibbs' supposed death had made McGee pale and a mess that reverted him to his probie self, then what…?

Tony dropped onto the family sofa like a sack of potatoes.

Oh.

Someone…someone was gone. For real, this time.

Ziva drew near and placed a hand on Tony's left shoulder, her fingers curling into him, strong, as she reached the same conclusion. Senior sat down in the armchair, looking from his son to the screen.

Finally, McGee got enough breath in him, and his words came out in an exhale: "Jimmy found Ducky."

Tony winced. Not from Ziva digging her nails in, not from hearing his father's gasp—he winced, because the news…the news hurt. The news was a blow.

Ducky.

Ducky—he was someone who was supposed to live forever. If he could survive wartime battlefields and being attacked on the job and even that damn heart-attack after Dearing's attack on NCIS headquarters, then surely Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard was some breed of invincible man, not far removed from Gibbs himself. He was supposed to live well into his hundreds, into his two-hundreds. He— He— He—

Ducky didn't just pass away in his sleep. Ducky was supposed to be around forever.

All the while Tony's thoughts jumbled, McGee kept talking, about organizing things and trying to help Jimmy and just—everyone there trying to hold it together.

Ah. Right. There…was still an agency, a team mourning their friend.

Ducky wasn't theirs alone.

"What can we do to help, Tim?" Senior offered.

His question caught both McGee and Tony by surprise, and both looked Senior's way. "…uhh, nothing, Mr. DiNozzo, sorry. We've got our hands full, and I'm in the middle of calling you all first." He paused to swallow a lump in his throat. "I called Gibbs before I called you. …Abby's next on my list."

"Thank you for letting us know, McGee," Ziva said.

He nodded by way of parting, and the video cut out a second later.

Ziva studied Tony—he felt her eyes on him—and she pulled the laptop from his grip. "Tony…"

He closed his eyes, though. He knew they all mourned Ducky, but there was…this was different. Ducky belonged to everyone, yes, but also—he didn't. The team originally had been Gibbs, Tony, Kate, McGee, Abby, Ducky, and Jimmy.

But Kate had been taken too soon. Then Tony, Abby, and Gibbs left. And now McGee and Jimmy… Tony rubbed that same spot on his forehead, his headache arriving as he tried to hold back his tears as well as a confusing mixture of grief and other emotions he couldn't quite name.

Ziva passed the laptop to Senior as she sat beside Tony. She pulled him in and held him, tight, without saying a word.

The first one to break the silence was Senior, a few minutes later. He piped up, "I can book you on a flight back to D.C. that departs in an hour. It's cutting it close, and you'll have a layover, but it'll make do."

They both turned to him. Tony gawked. "You—"

Senior shook his head. "Tony, you know you've gotta be there. I'd love to go and pay my respects to my fellow Sherlock, and I can tell Ziva would love to go, too," he said, and Ziva gave him a wet smile, "but you have to be there."

Tony faced Ziva. "But—"

She shushed him. "Tali's still in the middle of the school year. Your father and I can man-handle the fort while you're gone."

Relief bubbled up in his chest, pushing down the urge to chuckle at and not correct her Zivaism. "Zee, Dad—"

But Senior was having none of it. He got back to clicking on the airline's site. "Tim said there wasn't anything I could do, but I like to prove you kids wrong even now. So go pack your nicest suit, Tony, and represent all of us."

Ziva nodded at that, and she pecked Tony's cheek. "Being there is one thing you can do, so give them our love," she said. "Remind them that they're not alone. It's what we can do."

Tony watched as Ziva laced their fingers together, clasped his hand. Strangely, that mix of emotions didn't threaten to overwhelm him anymore. "…yeah," he agreed, "it's what we can do."

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Hi, hello, still a wreck after that final scene in s21e2. The mellow version of the theme song, the nods to all the other offices (they didn't forget about NOLA! TT-TT), and just…a lot of details in general had my entire family teary-eyed throughout the ep. But then. THE TONY CAMEO. And not a dry eye could be found in the mew household, folks. Ngl, it made it hard to pay full attention to Hawai'i after, *lol*. X'D So…some things. First, the title comes from a passing line of Jimmy's at the end of the ep; he refers to the stories left behind as what we have in the end, altho Tony corrects him, about the "the lives we touch"—and I like that take, implying that what we have still is each other. :') Second, with this story, there's deffo a big nod to my previous fic, "Stand-In," bc it's hard not to see the parallels in terms of McGee reaching out with Bad News™ to tell the David–DiNozzo family. But, here, more time has passed, and Tiva truly are more comfortable in their lives here…altho, receiving this call and thinking about a) the OG team and b) his age, it's implied that this is a bit of a wake-up call for Tony, too. Things have been changing for a long time, but things feel far more permanent now. This Tony is much more aware of his mortality now (which, as a Marvel fan, is not a fun sentence to type, ouch ;w; *has cross-fandom feels again even tho it's been yrs*). ANYWHO. I just wanted to give us all a peek into how the Tiva fam prolly is doing (spunky little Tali! Senior still up to his charming old ways!!! Tiva being Tiva!!!!), and to reflect a bit on the ep. Actually rly happy they had a lot of great flashbacks for the ep from across the seasons… RIP, DM and DM.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to: leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link, comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, or comment via the pillowfort link also at the top, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

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[themadhalewrites]

The Tour

Fandom: Crossover (Teen Wolf x NCIS)

Character/s Included: Tali David-DiNozzo, Stiles Stilinski and Tony DiNozzo

Word Count: 557

After Clayton’s death, Anthony decided to move back to Washington with little Tali and join the team again since his daughter started school this year.

It was the day of the probie FBI agents visit when Tony realized Tali was sick but instead of calling Gibbs to say he wasn’t coming in he decided he would take Tali with him to work.

Once he got her dressed and grabbed her little toy badge as well as her bag of stuff in case she gets bored.

By lunchtime, Tali had had a nap and was feeling a bit better but also full of energy for the junior FBI agents. When she heard the elevator ding she ran towards it and when the doors slid open she let out what was meant to be the word ‘probie’ which made her dad laugh as he walked over to her.

“Welcome to NCIS, I’m Special Agent DiNozzo and this is”

“Special Agent Tali” Tali said flashing her little badge.

All of the junior agents looked bored except one.

The junior agent knelt in front of Tali and held his hand out “Hi Special Agent Tali, I’m Junior Agent Stilinski”

“Sta lin, what?” Tali asked.

“Can you pronounce Stiles?” He said to which she nodded “Then I’m Junior Agent Stiles”

Tali shook his hand after looking at her dad for approval “Well come Junior Agent Stiles”

During the tour, DiNozzo watched as his little angel would tell Stiles things that he had once told her but once Tali saw Gibbs she was off running towards him.

“Sabba (Grandpa)” She screamed before hugging his leg but quickly grabbed his hand instead and pulled him to Stiles.

“Sabba, this is Junior Agent Stiles”

“Stilinski Sir”

Gibbs just laughed “Stilinski don’t sir me, I’m Special Agent Gibbs. Little Tali is my beautiful granddaughter and she seems to like you if she wants me to meet you”

“He’s the only one who said hi to me Sabba, can we keep him?”

“Tali we can’t just take people from other agencies,” DiNozzo said.

“He took aunt Ellie”

Gibbs knelt to Tali’s level “Tals he’s FBI, and aunt Ellie wanted to move to NCIS. Maybe one day Stiles will too, okay?”

“Yes Sabba,” Tali said before turning to her dad “Abba can we have a break from the tour my legs hurt”

“No, but you can sit in my chair till I’m finished”

While DiNozzo continued the tour Tali sat in his chair playing with her necklace until the group came back.

Stiles stayed behind while the rest of the junior agents left.

“Hi Special Agent Tali,” He said sitting on the floor near her, “What you got there?”

“My Ima’s necklace. Mum, Ima is mum sorry” Tali said shaking her head “Ima isn’t with us anymore, Abba says she with the unicorns”

“Is Abba dad?” Stiles asked.

“Yep, Abba means dad”

“My mum’s with the unicorns too. She left me a car instead of a necklace, would you like to see a picture of it?”

Tali nodded sliding off the chair to kneel next to him while he showed her pictures of the car and his mum.

DiNozzo had been watching the whole exchange between his daughter and the junior agent of the FBI, happy that she knew she wasn’t the alone with being without a mum.

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[justkindaoverhereobsessing]

Hey! Could you do the number 24 (“Is that a tattoo?”) from the fanfic prompt list, pretty please???

Fanfic Prompt List (Third time!)

#24: “Is that a tattoo?”

Abby invites the David-DiNozzos to London for the weekend, and since it’s only a two-hour train ride from Paris, they decide to take her up on it. Tali is ridiculously excited for this little adventure, having never before been to “Peppa Pig’s country”, as she puts it, and the journey goes smoothly.

They have a lovely time—neither has seen Abby in years, and the visit makes them both nostalgic.‍..

Maybe a little too nostalgic.

On Saturday night, they have a few glasses of wine with dinner, and it doesn’t take long for them all to go from sober to tipsy. When Abby offers to refill Tony’s glass for the fifth time, he protests.

“Thanks, Abby, but I think I’ve had enough.”

Abby sees him looking at the bottle with longing, though, and she grins. “You sure there, Tony? ‘Cause your mouth is saying one thing but your eyes are saying another.”

He glances at Ziva for help, but she’s feeling wonderfully fuzzy herself, and she just shrugs at him, looking like she’s trying not to smirk.

“Okay, alright, maybe I’ll have one more glass,” he concedes finally. “Two, tops.”

It won’t be twelve hours before he comes to regret those words.

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Neither Tony nor Ziva will ever be nonchalant or cavalier about Tali’s safety; they can’t afford to, not with everything they’ve had to deal with in the past.

So when Abby asks if they’d like to go out to a pub, they say no. “We cannot leave Tali alone and we do not have a sitter we trust here,” Ziva says regretfully. A night out sounds like just what she needs. (Or maybe that’s the merlot speaking as it sloshes pleasantly in her stomach.)

“She could probably stay with my roommate,” Abby offers. “I doubt Natalie would mind.”

“Key word there was ‘trust’, Abbs,” Tony argues quietly. “You know we can’t just leave her with anyone. It takes time to vet people. I’m sure your roommate is nice enough, but we don’t know her.”

“I understand,” Abby says sincerely. “It was just an idea. You do know her, though, at least through that whole six-degrees-of-separation thing.”

That makes Tony laugh. “You could say that about anyone. I also know Kevin Bacon and Obama and Beyonce, but you don’t see me calling them to babysit.”

“It doesn’t go that far back with Natalie, Tony! Besides the fact that you know me well and I know her well, you’ve got another connection to her, too.”

“What’s that?”

“She’s Clay’s cousin,” Abby shares.

She and Tony exchange bittersweet smiles.

“That is the MI-6 officer who was lost to a shooting, yes?” Ziva cuts in softly, not wanting to interrupt but wanting to make sure she’s following the conversation.

“Yeah, Clayton Reeves. He was a good friend.”

“Cool guy,” Tony agrees. “But I thought he didn’t have any family, Abby.”

“He didn’t know he did. Natalie tracked me down once I moved here, and she told me that she’d been looking for him for a long time after they were separated as little kids. And yes,” she adds, cutting off the questions that are clearly forming, “her story checks out. I know to be careful, too. Wouldn’t want Gibbs to show up guns blazing if I got myself in trouble, and we all know he would, damn the consequences.”

Maybe it’s Abby’s sincerity or maybe it’s that brief flash of regret for Reeves’ death, but something changes Tony’s mind. He wants to trust Clay’s cousin, and he wants to be able to trust people again.

Still, it’s not solely his decision, and when he turns to look at Ziva, he finds her already watching him. She seems to be thinking along similar lines, and they come to a silent decision. “If Natalie is who you say she is and if she does not mind staying while Tali sleeps, then… show us your favorite pub, Abby.”

From there on out, the night’s a blur.

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Waking up the next morning is rough, to put it delicately. Tony has a pounding headache and his mouth hasn’t felt this dry since his chat with Saleem in the desert of Somalia; the only bright side is that though he’s mildly nauseous, he doesn’t think he’ll actually be sick this time.

He’s certainly hungover, but the worst of it must already be behind him, he thinks. He probably escaped largely unscathed.

He hears Ziva gasp, and though moving seems like a terrible idea right now, he feels compelled to see what has startled her. He’s surprised to find that it’s him holding her gaze. “What?” he asks grumpily, not in the mood to be stared at.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“What!?” he repeats. “Where?”

She taps the inside of his right bicep, and he looks down. Holy effing shit. Looks like he didn’t survive the night unscathed, after all.

He looks back up at her in horror, but her shock has already given way to humor. She has her hands clapped over her mouth, sadistically gleeful. “Tony, tell me you did not!” she cries, though the proof is right in front of her.

“It’s probably temporary. It’ll wash off,” he decides, pushing past his throbbing headache to rise and go scrub the ink from his arm over the bathroom sink.

It does not wash off.

He comes back, feeling shell shocked, and sits down heavily on the bed. “Yes,” he mutters.

“Yes, what?”

“You asked if it was a tattoo,” he replies snidely, not enjoying her clear humor at his expense. “I’m saying yes. It is.”

The look on his face, half mildly shocked and half ornery, sends her over the edge. She starts laughing and can’t stop until there are tears in her eyes, because every time she glances at him and his general air of annoyance, the whole situation seems funnier.

Tony waits it out, arms crossed, and eventually, Ziva quiets. “You done?” he demands, unimpressed, and she nods, still grinning. “Good, because I have questions. What happened last night?”

That makes her shrug. “I do not remember much. I drank nearly as much as you did.”

“Then why aren’t you hungover?”

“Genetics?” she guesses, and he does not appreciate her still-smug expression. “Anyway, Tony, it is not so bad. The tattoo is pretty.”

“Pretty!?” Tony repeats incredulously. “I don’t want a pretty tattoo!” Ziva remains too tickled for his tastes, and it makes him grumpier. “I’m a man,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “A grown ass man. A manly man! I’m not pretty.”

“You are pretty, Tony, but that is beside the point.”

He still wants to argue, but at least that sounds like a well-intentioned compliment instead of a tease. “Then what is the point?”

“Do you know what your tattoo is?”

“Um, yeah, Ziva, I’m not that hungover. I know what a flower is.”

She chuckles but shakes her head. “I know you know that. But do you know what kind of flower it is?”

“When it comes to plants, if it’s not a rose or a sunflower, I probably can’t recognize it, no.”

Ziva reaches up and gently traces his new ink with her finger. It really is nice, she thinks, just a continuous-line outline, tasteful and, in her opinion, not ‘unmanly’ at all. “That is a narcissus papyraceus bloom, better known as the ziva flower.”

Tony’s eyes flicker from her hand to her face in surprise. “Are you serious?”

She nods.

“Huh. Not gonna lie, sweet cheeks, I didn’t know there was a ziva flower.” He looks back at the tattoo—though it’s on the inside of his arm, easy to hide if he doesn’t want it seen, it suddenly seems… not so bad. He is and will be hopelessly in love with Ziva, and after all the shit they survived, maybe it’s only fitting to carry something with him that’s so uniquely her.

“Now you will never forget,” she teases, interrupting his musing, and he reluctantly starts to see the humor in the situation after all.

“Guess not,” he agrees, rueful but not unhappy.

Ziva smiles, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Come, flower child,” she says. “Let us go check on our child.”

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At breakfast, Abby is upbeat and cheerful as usual, and she bustles about cooking five different things at once. “How are you two feeling this morning?” she wants to know.

Tony and Ziva exchange secret smiles. “We are no worse for the wear,” Ziva answers for the both of them.

“Glad to hear it! Man, you guys really let loose last night.”

“Yeah, we figured that out this morning,” Tony says with a laugh, reaching up reflexively to touch the physical reminder of the evening’s adventures.

Abby notices. “Oh, yeah, how’s that tattoo doing? You have to remember to put cream on it a couple of times a day. It’ll heal faster that way.”

“Thanks for the tip, Abbs. It feels alright.”

Abby pauses to flip a pancake and then turns to them again, gesturing with her spatula. “And how’s your tattoo, Ziva?”

“My what?” Ziva parrots in surprise.

Now Tony understands the evil glee Ziva felt earlier. Oh, he can’t wait to hear more about this, especially because Ziva found his surprise tattoo to be so amusing.

Turnabout, he remembers, is fair play.

#Alexandra thank you so much for the prompt!!!! #as someone with five tattoos i really enjoyed this one lmao #ncis #ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tal david dinozzo #abby sciuto #cynthia writes stuff too

[badass-women-league]

TIVALI

Part 25 - Growing up

3 days later. Tony had recovered from his accident but he was still mourning his car. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through possible cars to buy. Tonight was the father daughter dance party at Tali’s school. Tali was upstairs with her mother, getting ready for the party. Tony heard a car on the driveway. They were not waiting on anyone tonight. He walked to the window and saw a shiny yellow Dodge Challenger parked in front of his house. Gibbs stepped out of the car. Tony walked out from the house to greet him:

-”Hey boss ! you’re taking this bad boy out for a ride ?”

Gibbs smirked:

-”Someone told me it was Tali’s first dance party tonight”

-”It is… I don’t know which one of us is the most nervous about it..”

Gibbs threw the car keys to Tony. Tony caught them and looked at Gibbs with surprised eyes. Gibbs said:

-”you need a proper car to take your daughter to her dance..”

Tony was speechless. This car had a strong history. Gibbs’ father restored it for his son and now Gibbs’ was giving it to Tony. Tony was still looking for something to say when the front door opened and Tali rushed out to them in her white dress and her pale pink headband to hold her wild hair in place.

Ziva followed her with Adam walking by her side and Chewie running around. Tony said:

-”Wow ! who’s that beautiful girl. Come on let me see that dress”

Tali spun around to show her dress. Tony sighed:

-”David’s daughters with dresses.. Always making a good impression”

Ziva smiled and looked at her daughter with pride. She asked:

-”What’s going on here ?”

Gibbs looked at Tali and said:

-”I’ve heard someone was going to her first dance tonight .. I did not want to miss that”

Tony looked at his watch and said:

-”right! We have the princess, we have the carriage, now we should go before it’s too late”

Tony and Tali were about to go to the car when Ziva said:

-”WAIT! I want a picture”

Both Tony and Tali rolled their eyes at Ziva’s cheesiness but they agreed anyway. Tony grabbed Tali and lifted her up in his arms. He stood still in front of the car while Ziva was taking the picture. Once the picture was taken, Tony glaced at Gibbs. He smiled and nodded as a way to thank him for this gift that meant a lot. Gibbs and Ziva looked at the car as it backed down the driveway and disappeared.

Tony and Tali walked to the entrance of the gymnasium where the party was set. As they walked near the entrance, a boy came to them. When Tali saw him, a large smile spread on her face. The boy smiled back at her and said:

-”Hey Tal’. Hi mister DiNozzo”

Tony was looking at him with suspicious eyes and coldly answered:

-”Hi..”

The boy kissed Tali’s cheek and Tali instantly blushed. Tony’s heart skipped a beat. A boy was kissing his daughter. How could this be possible, she was still a baby. The boy walked away and Tony said:

-”I thought it was a father-daughter dance”

Tali nonchalantly answered:

-”yes!”

-”Then what is he doing here ?”

-”Girls are dancing and boys do stewardship. It’s the rules”

Tony was not convinced:

-”hm… Wasn’t that the Jefferson’s boy ?”

Tali rolled her eyes:

-”His name is Alex..”

-”And what happened to punching him because he is not nice ?”

Tony suddenly felt ashamed that he might regret that her daughter was not punching boys anymore.

-”He is nice.. He’s my boyfriend now”

Tony coughed as he heard her last words:

-”Your what ? No no no.. You can’t… I mean…”

Tony nervously chuckled. Tali was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

-”Ima said you would make a big deal about this. She said that this reminded her of you and her when you first met”

Tony cursed Ziva for not telling him about this.

-“remind me to talk about this to your mom when we get home”

-“Can I go see my friends now ?”

Before Tony had time to answer Tali was running to her friends, leaving him with his thoughts about his baby growing up. He was not ready for her to not need him anymore. He was not ready for her to become a woman one day. He had not given his permission for that.

Tony was waiting near the bar with a bunch of other fathers overwhelmed by the situation.

A man walked to Tony and said:

-”no alcohol and they have the nerves to call that a bar”

Tony chuckled:

-”I wouldn't say no to a glass of strong scotch”

-”Why alcohol is always forbidden when we actually need it the most ? Like their birth for exemple.. Men need booze to survive delivery..”

Tony remembered:

-“..and first time we have to deal with them on our own..”

-“oh god I almost peed in my pants when my wife left the house”

-“same here..” Tony bitterly add “first boyfriend…”

-“ohh tough one I don’t know how I’m gonna react when this happens.. which one is yours ?”

Tony pointed at Tali:

-“that one over there”

-“oh Tali. She’s a great kid. My daughter loves her”

-“thanks”

As they were talking about their daughters, a woman walked on stage and asked for all the dads to join their daughters for a dance. Tony joined Tali. As the music started Tali stepped on her father's feet to dance with him:

-“Remember when you were younger, and you were dancing with me like that in the middle of the living room ?”

Tali nodded.

-“you were a baby and now look at you… Who are you and what have you done with my baby ?”

Tony tickled Tali’s side which made her laugh.

-“I’m torn between wanting you to stay my little baby girl forever and being excited about all the amazing things you’ll accomplish in this life.. Your mom and I we’ll always be there to support you. Your mom has proven that enough. Just remember to pick the right person to dance with and you’ll be fine… and don’t grow up too fast, it’s a trap.. your dad is not ready for you to leave him yet”

Tali smiled and hugged her father. They kept dancing slowly. Tali on Tony’s feet just like when she was 5 years old in Paris.

Tali fell asleep immediately after they left the party. Tony lifted her from the car and got her upstairs. He laid her down on her bed, still on her dress and took a second to look at his baby girl with eyes full of pride. He kissed her forehead and whispered: ⠀

-“goodnight princess” ⠀

He quietly walked out and stopped by Adam’s room. He could hear his breath. He looked at him and before leaving he whispered: ⠀

-“don’t grow up too fast too” ⠀

His next stop was his bed. It was late and he was exhausted. He entered the room and was welcomed by his wife’s smile. She asked: ⠀

-“how did it go ?”⠀

He sat on the bed and took his shoes off:⠀

-“well.. I am not as young as I used to be, I didn’t know any of the songs they played but I still have some great hula hoop skills” ⠀

Ziva wrapped his arms around his neck from behind and said:⠀

-“oh my god I can’t believe I’ve missed that” ⠀

Tony unbuttoned his shirt and said:⠀

-“You could have told me about Tali’s boyfriend” ⠀

She laid back down on the mattress and said:⠀

-“Oh I knew you would make such a big deal about it”⠀

-“Of course I make a big deal about it” ⠀

-“come on Tony, he is just a boy she likes, it’s not like he’s gonna propose to her” ⠀

-“He better not” ⠀

Ziva chuckled, bit her lip and said: ⠀

-“look at you, papa bear, feeling threatened that his cute baby daughter might be taken away from him by another man” ⠀

-“stop mocking me ! We’ll see how you feel when your son meets a pretty girl whom you don’t feel is ‘good enough’ for him. We’ll see if mama bear doesn’t show her teeth”⠀

-“leave my son out of this, he is just a baby. I will teach him how to pick the right girl”⠀

Tony chuckled: ⠀

-“and he’s probably gonna pick the opposite” ⠀

Ziva gave him a light punch on the shoulder. He laid down next to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and place her head on his chest. He caressed her hair. ⠀

Ziva said:⠀

-“They will be our babies forever.. even when they leave the house and get married” ⠀

Tony chuckle:⠀

-“can you imagine the wedding speech: ‘her mother slashed my parents tires’“⠀

Tony moaned as Ziva pinched his side and they both laughed at the idea. ⠀

#ncis #tiva #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tali david dinozzo #cotedepablo #michaelweatherly #tivali #fanfiction #ncis fanfiction

[ao3feed-ncis]

Se equivocaba

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/323OsAs

by Metuka

Tony pensaba que podía pasarse el resto de su vida mirándola. Tal vez se equivocaba.

Words: 837, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 4 of Tiva

Fandoms: NCIS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David

Relationships: Ziva David/Anthony DiNozzo

Additional Tags: Fluff, relación por establecer

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/323OsAs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #NCIS

[justkindaoverhereobsessing]

lord, help

After a little playground drama, Tony has to deal with the fact that Tali really is Ziva’s daughter—through and through.

For @why-did-you-just-lie-to-mcgee and @indestinatus, with whom I’m always getting into trouble. Also on ff and AO3

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“Before I start talking, do you three have anything to say for yourselves?”

Arms crossed, Tony paces the short length of the dining room, watched closely by three dirty, nervous children. They’re sitting side by side at the table, chairs scooted close together as they huddle in solidarity, and they remain determinedly quiet.

“Alright then. Go ahead and tell me what you’ve done.”

None of them respond to this, either. 

Frowning, Tony pulls out a chair opposite his daughter and sits down. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, “I happen to know that you speak no fewer than three languages. I also know that you know I spent a lot of time in law enforcement… I’m pretty good at getting information out of people. You’re smart and you’re very eloquent when you want to be, so when I ask again, I expect a reply this time: what happened?”

Tali’s expression turns at once from anxious to defiant, and she matches her father’s earlier posture by crossing her arms. Then she looks away, silent as ever. 

“Well, Tali?” Tony prompts, feeling distinctly Gibbs-ish as he leans in and narrows his eyes.

Finally, Tali gives an answer, but it’s muttered mutinously under her breath and Tony doesn’t catch any of her words.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” she growls back, looking distinctly Ziva-ish, “that it wasn’t my fault.”

“Whose fault was it, then?”

“Gabriel’s. He started it.”

“What did he start? This would all be so much easier if you would just start from the beginning, baby girl.”

Tali huffs, glancing between her friends—neither girl looks particularly eager to jump in. As always, she has to do every dang thing herself! “Fine. We went to the park to practice, and—”

“Practice what?”

“Dad, you said it’s rude to interrupt! Ugh. We went to the park to practice krav maga. Gabriel saw us, and he asked what we were doing. I told him. Then he said we had to stop—we couldn’t do it ‘cause girls are weak!”

Tony files the ‘krav maga’ thing away to circle back to in a moment and focuses on the rest of the story. “And that started a fight?”

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

“Well, I said ‘maybe someday you can work your way up to “weak,” too,’ and that started a fight.”

Tony has to look away for a moment to compose himself, certain that he’ll laugh if he keeps looking at her. “I see,” he manages after a moment, his lips twitching dangerously but his face otherwise kept carefully blank. “Who threw the first punch?”

“Gabriel did!” Tali’s friend Geneviève pipes up, looking braver now that it seems for the moment that they’re not going to be yelled at. 

“And how did you three respond to that, ladies?”

“We just did what Tali has been teaching us, all the krav maga stuff!” This one comes from the third girl, Dina. 

Tony glances back at his daughter, who suddenly looks a little shifty-eyed again. “How long has that been going on?”

Tali shrugs uncomfortably.

“Are you qualified to teach krav maga, Tals?”

“No, but—”

“Do you know how to do it safely so no one gets injured?”

“No, but—”

“Wouldn’t you feel bad if Geneviève or Dina was hurt because you didn’t know what you were doing?”

“Yes! But—”

“But you think it’s still okay to hold krav maga lessons in the park?”

Frustrated, Tali bangs her palm suddenly on the table top, making both of her friends jump. “Yes!” she cries. “Because Ima said that every girl should know how to fight! She’s been teaching me!”

Well, that’s news to Tony. “She has, has she?”

“I just said so, didn’t I!?”

It’s a pretty common consensus around the David-DiNozzos that Tali takes after her father in most things, but… every so often, on days like this, she proves that she’s most certainly her mother’s child. Her temper is usually the thing that gives it away. 

“Don’t snap at me, young lady,” Tony responds sternly, but honestly, he wants to laugh again. 

“Hmph.” Tali makes her displeasure known with a glower, and she thumps back in her seat. 

Letting her stew for a moment, Tony glances back and forth between the other girls. “Did she tell the whole story?”

There appears to be a little silent communication that happens between the two, and then they turn back to him and nod in unison. 

“You sure about that?” he questions, his tone warning them not to lie. “You had to think about it for a little too long before you answered.”

Geneviève frowns, considering. “It’s just…” She pauses. “Gabriel plays in the park a lot. He doesn’t play like the other kids, though. He’s mean.”

“Yeah, he’s a bully!” Dina concurs earnestly. 

A few feet away, the lock on the front door slides free and the door opens, but the girls have their backs to it and don’t notice. Dina keeps talking. “He pulls my hair sometimes. Gabriel, he…” she wrinkles her nose and says something else that’s definitely not in French, which is what they’ve been speaking from the beginning of this “meeting.” 

Over the girls’ heads, Tony sees Ziva’s eyes widen as she walks in, and he knows that she must have understood whatever Dina just said. “Do you say words like that to your own parents, Dina?” his wife asks pointedly.

All three girls jump and turn around guiltily. 

“I, um…” Dina stammers. Like Tali, she’s a multilingual daughter of immigrants, and she seems to have forgotten that Ziva speaks many languages—including Russian. 

Ziva holds her reproachful expression in place for a beat before relaxing into a small, almost conspiratorial smile. “I will not tell… because I am sure that you are right. I think he did.”

Dina smiles shyly back, surprised, and Ziva joins Tony on his side of the table. It seems that she somehow knows the basics of what went down in the park, so he doesn’t bother to bring her up to speed. 

“Well,” Tony continues, drawing the attention of all three ten-year-olds back to himself, “I’m glad that none of you are hurt—and I’m glad Gabriel isn’t, either,” he adds. “But while knowing how to defend yourself is a good thing, you should never resort to violence unless you have no other choice, okay? Three people against one really isn’t a fair fight.”

Dina and Geneviève nod seriously, but Tali just snorts and mutters something under her breath in Hebrew. Whatever it is makes Ziva let out a strangled noise—Tony’s pretty sure that the noise is an aborted laugh. This entire series of events has him feeling the same way, but someone has to be the bad cop here…

So he nudges Tali’s foot under the table with his own. “Okay, Tali-Tee?”

She sighs. “Okay, Dad.”

Feeling like his fatherly duty has been fulfilled, Tony relaxes a little. “Alright. Now that that’s cleared up, you can go play again, but please, Jackie Chan and co., at least try not to start any more wars.”

Tali perks up slightly. “We’re not in trouble?”

“Not this time. But if I ever hear about you initiating any fights, I’m shipping you off to live with Grandpa Gibbs. He’ll set you straight.”

Tali is well aware that Grandpa Gibbs is wrapped around her little finger, so she grins. “Okay! We won’t!”

“Yeah, no fights for us!” Geneviève agrees.

“We won’t punch anyone!” Dina finishes, and without another thought, all three girls have flounced back out the door to return to the park.

Left alone with just Ziva, Tony starts to laugh, scrubbing his face with both hands. “God... and to think I used to hate the fact that I never got to see what you were like as a kid! Now I not only know a baby Ziva, I have to parent her, too!”

Ziva chuckles as well, laying a hand on her husband’s back and drifting it up to squeeze his shoulder fondly. “You handled it well, do not worry.”

Tony lifts his head to look at her, amused. “I wouldn’t have had to handle anything if you hadn’t decided to teach her Israeli martial arts.”

Ziva shrugs, entirely unrepentant. “I think she should be able to protect herself, and besides… it runs in her blood.”

“I guess it does… Lord help me, the only mere mortal in the middle of two born-and-bred ninjas. If Tali’s already picking fights with bullies at ten, I’m not going to survive her growing up.” He rolls his eyes, but he catches Ziva’s hand from his shoulder and squeezes it comfortably. “Anyway, how’d you find out what happened?”

“I ran into Gabriel’s mother on my way into the building.”

“Bet she wasn’t too pleased, was she?”

“No, she was not. But I told her that if my daughter hit her son, she almost certainly had an excellent reason for doing so.”

“You’ve never liked that kid, have you?”

“Not at all.”

Tony snorts. “Well, maybe he’ll stay away from the girls now.”

“It will be to his own detriment if he does not!”

“I’ll say. Tali can be fierce when she puts her mind to it, and Dina and Geneviève… Those three have always egged each other on. You know they get a little crazy when they’re all together—it’s total chaos, more often than not.”

“I am glad that Tali has them.”

“Me, too. They’re good friends to her, even if they’re always getting each other into trouble.” Tony pauses for a second, remembering something. “Hey, what did Dina say?”

Ziva laughs. “To translate it delicately, she said something like ‘that reproductive-organ-of-a-male-walrus deserved to be hit.’”

“I like the creativity… very Russian. And what did Tali say, right there at the end?”

“She was arguing with you… you said that three-against-one is not a fair fight, but she said that is not true here because Gabriel is stupid enough for three people all by himself.”

That really makes Tony laugh, and in the end, all he can think to reply is a thought that he’s already expressed today: “Lord, help... that girl is going to be the death of me.”

He really doesn’t mind, though. 

#ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #cynthia writes stuff too #the biscuits #i just know tali and co get into shenanigans like we do #much to the dismay of their parents

[badass-women-league]

TIVALI

3- Holiday

It was the beginning of December. It has been a few weeks since Ziva, Tony and Tali had been reunited. Ziva was still trying to adapt herself to this new way of life. She was looking through the window, holding a cup of warm tea in her hand. Tony was out. She was alone with Tali. The weather outside was pretty cold and she was nervous. She was getting nervous every time Tony or Tali were away from her. The first time Tali went back to school after they got reunited had been a struggle for Ziva. Leaving her to strangers. She felt like she was abandoning her again. Tony had really helped her getting through this by keeping her mind busy and taking her to beautiful places every time her demon was too hard to fight on her own. She was now getting used to this and the panic attacks were less difficult to counter. Ziva was wondering what Tony was doing. He had been acting very strangely the entire day. Ziva heard the sound of a key unlocking the main door. Tali jumped on her feet and ran to the door. Tony walked in. He was dragging an enormous Christmas tree:

-"Ladies, I give you: THE DINOZZO'S FAMILY CHRISTMAS TREE"

Tali was hopping up and down with excitement. Senior appeared behind the christmas tree. Tali screamed: "GRANDPA !!!!!" And rushed to him. He caught her and hugged her. Tony was getting the tree inside the apartment, he stopped next to Ziva and gave her a kiss. Ziva smiled to Senior. He kissed Tali one last time and put her back on the floor. He paused to look at Ziva and opened his arms. Ziva smiled and walked to him to get a hug.

Before dinner they decorated the christmas tree. Tali was giving her instruction on where they should put the ornaments. Senior joined Ziva on the couch. They were both looking at Tali. Senior spoke first:

-"she's perfect. You and Junior did a really good job."

Ziva smiled:

-"teamwork has always been our thing" she placed her hand on Senior's knee and continued: "thank you for taking care of her"

-"it must have been hard to be away"

Ziva could feel the tears growing in her eyes. She was not ready to talk about it yet. She just smiled and answered:

-"almost as hard as it was for Tony to deal with all of this alone" 

-"He has never been alone, you were there, even though you were away. I spent some time with them at the beginning and there wasn't a day without Tony mentioning you to her"

Ziva was moved to tears. She thanked Senior and kissed his cheek, then she stood up to help Tony and Tal. Once the tree was all set Tony asked Tali:

-"aren't you forgetting something ?"

Tali rushed out of the room and came back with the menorah. She gave it to Tony. He placed it on top of the fireplace. Ziva was touched by this gesture. She could not believe that even if she was not there all these years, he had maintained her traditions in her daughter's life. Tony proudly said:

-"I called Schmeil a few years ago to ask him about your traditions...I've just forgot how talkative he was. Now I know the entire timeline of jewish traditions"

Ziva kissed him and whispered: "thank you"

Tony then suggested to Tali:

-"How about we take a family picture to send it to uncle Tim ?"

Senior took a picture of them and Tony send it to Mcgee and Gibbs with a note saying:

-"From our [reunited] family to yours, thank you. Happy Holidays. The DiNozzo-David Family"

Christmas day

Tony, Ziva, Senior and Tali had been enjoying Christmas eve together. Tony and Ziva were slowly waking up. Ziva's head was resting on Tony's chest and her hand was on his abdomen. Tony opened his eyes and moved which made Ziva's hand moved lower on his abdomen. Tony tensed up and said:

-"if you keep your hand in this area, you gonna be in serious trouble"

He felt Ziva's hand sliding lower. He could clearly feel his body reacting to her hand so close to his manhood. She asked with an husky voice:

-"really ?"

Once her hand had finally reached its final destination Tony tensed up a little bit more and kissed her before saying:

-"this is a declaration of war!"

And he pushed her back onto the mattress to get on top of her. She laughed. Seeing her laughing was the most beautiful gift he could have asked for Christmas. He smothered her neck with kisses. When he came back to her face, he kissed her and took a moment to look at her face. The face of his partner, his best friend, his confidant, his soulmate. Tony was praying that Tali was still deeply asleep so that nobody could interrupt their moment together.

An hour and a half later. Tony was stroking Ziva's back. His other hand entwined in her hair. They were both enjoying this moment. The calm after the storm. This quietness didn't last long as they heard screams getting closer to their bedroom. Screams of joy and excitement from a little girl who wanted to open her christmas presents. She opened the door and rushed to her parents bed. She was jumping out of excitement on the mattress and screaming "It's christmas day!!!". Cuddling time was over. They both got out from bed and walked to the living room. The room was filled with presents, mostly for Tali. Some were coming from Tim, Gibbs and Ducky. Senior was helping Tali with her presents. Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva's shoulder, both looking at Tali with pride.

#tony dinozzo #tiva #ziva david #ncis #tivali #tali david dinozzo #fanfiction