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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Ziva x teen!reader - just soldiers

So teen reader has grown up in a rough family. It was basically run like a military; get up at the crack of dawn, do all these military base training even when they were like a child. Have a strict schedule to follow every day that they become a robot basically and any sense of being a normal teen thrown out the window. Teen reader is on a field trip with their class to NCIS for their history class talking about laws and every thing. They are in the bullpen where Ziva and the team is. Ziva takes notice to the teen reader and how they seem distant from all the other kids. Maybe something happens and it triggers teen reader to go into that military mindset (like a loud noise or arguing or whatever you want). Ziva knows a thing or two about the military mindset because of her dad and helps teen reader calm down and come back to reality. - @offspringoflordwinter 💜

TW: mentions of abusive and controlling parent

Standing in the middle of the floor with the rest of your class, you had your hands clasped behind your back as you just observed everybody else.

You had no real interest in this trip, you had no interest in becoming an NCIS agent, but your father said he would be busy today, and decided this trip would be a good way to keep you occupied.

“Are you interested in forensics?” A woman asked.

You glanced up at her but said nothing.

“I’m agent Ziva David, what’s your name?”

You turned away, going back to what you were doing.

One of the other students looked over, snickering a little bit.

“They won’t tell you anything, (Y/N)s weird. Never talks. A freak.”

Ziva looked back at you, then she walked back over to her boss who was also stood there watching you.

“Anything?”

“No, another student mentioned their name is (Y/N), but that’s it.”

Gibbs slowly nodded his head.

“I spoke to the teacher, she said she didn’t know much about (Y/N), calm student, occasionally had issues with being suspended for fighting.”

“Gibbs I recognise that look.”

“I know you do…”

You grew disinterested in standing there, and you made your way back into hallway, standing by the wall.

You ran over your daily routine in your head, checking to make sure you knew what you had to do.

Everybody made their way back up to the bullpen, and you stood to the back of your class.

Pulling up the sleeve to your shirt, you have a look at the time, and walked over to your teacher.

“Ma’am, I need to have my lunch now.”

“Yes, of course. Do you mind eating up here?”

“No ma’am.”

She nodded, and you sat down against one of the desks, opening up your lunch box so you could eat.

You have ten minutes to eat your lunch, then you had to do your afternoon work out, then finish your homework just after.

Usually you would then have afternoon classes, but since you were here that went out the window meaning that you had a few free hours.

After finishing your lunch, you stood up, walking back over to your teacher.

“Ma’am, I need to do my training.”

“Oh, is there any way you can skip it for today? I know you use the gym but we don’t have that here.”

“No ma’am. I have to follow my schedule.”

She sighed heavily, gesturing for you to follow her and you did.

She spoke to Gibbs, who was looking at you the whole time.

“We have an empty interrogation room you can use, we can’t give you entrance to the gym.”

“That’s fine sir, I can work around that.”

He nodded.

“Ziva will take you.”

“Thank you.”

You followed behind Ziva, and you rolled your sleeves up, getting ready to start your work out.

“How many push ups can you do?”

“A good solider must be able to do at least 50 push in a row. If you cannot then you are weak. Father does not tolerate weakness.”

Ziva nodded her head, leaning back against the wall.

“What does your father consider weakness?”

“Being sick is weak, crying is weak, being in pain is weak. A strong person must be able to go beyond their limits and not complain.”

Ziva listened to you carefully.

“Are you a solider?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You finished your push ups, and started doing some sit ups.

“How long have you been a soldier for?”

“My whole life.”

She nodded again.

There was no sign of emotion in your voice, nothing on your face.

You were the perfect soldier, just like she was.

Designed to follow your orders without complaint, to not be able to think for yourself, no thought about being a teenager, partying, drinking, all the normal things teenagers do.

You stood up, and rolled your shoulders slightly, turning around to face Ziva with your hands clasped behind your back.

“Do you have any friends?”

“Soldiers have no need for friends, they are useless and only weigh down the missions.”

“What is your mission?”

“I have no assignment right now.”

“But you have had one?”

“No. I do not receive my first mission until my 18th year.”

You studied Ziva quietly for a moment, looking her up and down.

“You are like me.”

“Yes.”

You looked at your watch, rolling your sleeves back down, doing them back up and you straightened your shirt.

“Why did you abandon your mission?”

“Because there is more to life than being a soldier for somebody else.”

“This place has made you weak.”

“Is that what you think?”

You nodded your head, leaving through the open door.

You walked back to your class with Ziva walking alongside you.

She didn’t say anything else, and neither did you you just rejoined your class, standing to the side of them all.

You were just watching when a loud bang from nearby made you spin around, a few of your fellow students began laughing loudly.

But you had jumped into fight mode, so when one of them rushed to run past you, you grabbed his arm, throwing him to the ground as you pinned him.

“(Y/N) let him go!” Your teacher yelled.

You said nothing, pinning your fellow student further into the ground.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you spun around, standing up you grabbed the man by the arm, spinning around with so much force your threw him to the ground as well.

“(Y/N), look at me that’s an order.”

You snapped your head to Ziva.

You seemed to recognise her as some sort of authority, and you stood up straight, clasping your hands behind your back.

But you were still on guard.

“You cannot attack your fellow students.”

“He is a threat.”

“He was just playing a joke on you.” Gibbs said.

There was another loud noise, and you dissociated from them all, spinning around you charged at the person responsible for it.

He was pulled away from you, and you stood there, fists in the air ready to attack anybody that came after you.

Ziva walked over, hands raised in the air.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You took a swing for her and she dodged it, moving to the side and you followed her.

Ziva was raised like you, she knew how to predict an attack and how to avoid it.

She grabbed your wrist, and you swung yourself back, sweeping your leg under hers to get yourself free and you crouched down, grabbing her shirt.

You raised tour fist and tried to punch her, but she caught it, eyes locked with hers.

“There is no threat to you here…” she whispered.

“Everybody is a threat.”

“No. No they’re not. You’re safe, either federal agents and teenagers whom I’m sure cannot even begin to match your level.”

She offered the smallest of smiles.

“There is no threat.”

She slowly sat up, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You need to breathe. Focus. Breath.”

You went to pull you hand away.

“Don’t. I am older than you and I have had far more training.” She warned.

You nodded.

You were a soldier yes, but your father told you not to confront somebody who you knew you wouldn’t have a chance to attack.

Not yet anyway.

So you sat down, crossing your legs as you took a small breath.

“Focus on me, nobody else.”

Ziva let go of you, but she was ready to jump into action in case you went to attack somebody else.

You slowly breathed in and out, eyes locked with hers.

“Ignore everybody else, they’re not important.”

You nodded your head.

Ziva carried on leading you through the breathing you had to do in order to calm yourself down.

“Come with me.”

Ziva stood up, and you followed after her, letting her take you to a conference room where you were able to freely pace back and forth.

Ziva stood by the door so you couldn’t run away.

She realised that you were a danger, your solider mindset was going to put somebody in danger, you were going to seriously hurt somebody or worse.

You didn’t necessarily know that you were going to hurt somebody, but it was still a factor.

You wouldn’t care if you did either, you wouldn’t think twice about it if it meant protecting yourself.

At this rate Ziva was sure you were going to land yourself in prison before you even reached being an adult.

“I can help you.”

You paused pacing, turning your attention to her.

“I do not need help.”

“You do, because you shouldn’t have to live like this. You are not a soldier, you are a child.”

“I am a soldier, that is what I will always be.”

Ziva shook her head.

“No, you can be so much more.”

“No.”

She sighed.

“Unfortunately we cannot let you return home.”

“Okay.”

You sat down in a chair, placing your hands on the table.

You showed no objection, and that’s where your father had messed up.

You didn’t care if he was taken away from you, you had no attachment to him, or anybody else for that matter.

You would carry on.

Just like this.

Until it killed you.

Just like she used to.

And she wasn’t about to let that happen to you

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis x you #ncis imagine #Ziva David #Ziva David x reader #Ziva David x you #Ziva David imagine

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zvdvdlvr · 9 months

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i’ve been rewatching ncis lately and was wondering if you go do some fluff for ziva x reader? maybe a little bit of angst idk sorry i don’t have anything specific 😭😭 but i absolutely love your page and your writing!!!!

⎯ ❝ what i want to hear ❞ | ziva david

✰ - synopsis :: ziva messes up and needs to apologize to her beloved girlfriend.

✰ - warnings :: female reader, reader is gibbs’s daughter, r doesn’t work at ncis, angst to fluff >:p

✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry abt photos i cant really find any that mach the aesthetic i was going for.

“Please, y/n, for all of us: take Ziva back,” Tony pleaded, on the phone. “She keeps looking at the phone and is all nervous and keeps looking up whenever the elevator dings. I’m actually begging you right now to answer her calls.”

McGee nodded from his desk. “It’s even got Giibbs a little worried.”

Your sigh crackled through the phone. “No. I see no point. If she truly feels remorse for what she said, she’ll tell me in person.”

Tony whined and leaned back on his chair, frustrated with both of his best friends.

“I have to go because unlike you, I do my job,” y/n quipped. “I’ll talk to you, Tim, and Jethro later. Bye!”

Tim and Tony echoed their goodbyes and hung up. Ziva had her hands on her head and was clearly thinking back to the conversation from about 24 hours ago.

“You okay over there Ziva?” McNosy asked from his desk.

“I do not know why she is upset! I answered her question and now she is upset at me!” Ziva burst out, her eyes getting that ’I love her but how the hell do I fix this’ look.

“Sometimes you just gotta tell ‘em what makes ‘em happy,” Tony shrugged.

Nodding, Tim agreed. “For the first time in his life Tony’s right. Tonight go pick up some flowers and sit down with y/n and apologize for what you said.”

“I just told her the truth!” Ziva defended.

Gibbs scoffed as he rounded the corner. “If I know my kid, David, you better tell her what she wants to hear before she pulls the cold shoulder.”

Sighing, Ziva went back to typing reports on her computer while thinking about what she would say to you tonight. She knew the guys were right, she had to tell you want you wanted to hear.

𓇽 - time skip

“Hello my love,” Ziva greeted from the table of your apartment.

You shrugged your coat of without looking her way.

“y/n, please hear me when I say that I’m sorry for what I said.”

Once again, you don’t acknowledge her as you turn to the fridge to grab the pasta that Rossi had given you on your most recent visit. You scoop some spaghetti into a bowl and place it into the microwave.

“I realize now that what I said hurt you and I’m willing to make up for what I said,” Ziva spoke. She wrapped her arms around your stomach and leaned into your back.

“So then say it, Ziva,” you say quietly.

“I… I would love you as a worm. I would make a little container with soil and leaves and flowers you like and carry you around with me everywhere. I’d love you if you were a moth, black widow, pirhannah, australian hissing cockroach, or a rabid wolf. I promise.” Ziva’s words were like the most beautiful song you’d ever head, playing your heartstrings like a cowboy playing a harmonica.

“You, Ziva David, are a goddamn sap,” you coo, turning in her arms to embrace her. “I love you too. I’d make a greenhouse just for you if you were a worm.”

Ziva laughed and pressed kisses up and down y/n’s neck. “I do not doubt that, my love.”

As Ziva clung to y/n, a dopey smile pulled at her lips. She really did love this woman… even if she became a worm.

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chiefdirector · 6 months

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Hidden | Ziva David | NCIS

no.17 "You look a little pale"

(Y/N) coughed into her elbow, trying to muffle the sound as best as she could. She had been sick for a while, she knew that she wasn't going to get better, the doctors had told her that months ago. They had told her to get her affairs in order and leave her job, to travel and make memories, and to make sure she was comfortable. (Y/N) didn't listen.

She sat at her desk like she did every day and typed up the necessary reports and paperwork pertaining to the case her and the rest of the MCRT team had closed. Dinozzo and McGee had long since left and Gibbs was out getting another coffee top up, leaving only Ziva and herself in the bullpen.

They had opted to keep their relationship to a minimal at work, Gibbs was already displeased at them for breaking Rule 12. They had their time alone and that was enough, it would have to be enough. But for the times it wasn't, they could have these stolen moments together.

(Y/N) looked up and around the room to ensure that there wasn't any ears listening in that shouldn't be. She stood quickly, moving towards Ziva's desk, stopped only by a coughing fit that she couldn't mask.

Ziva looked up at the sudden noise. "Are you alright, (Y/N). You look a little pale."

(Y/N) nodded, hand to her mouth, still trying to swallow the coughing down. She gratefully took the water bottle Ziva held out, the water soothing her throat. It was when she lowered her hand to put the cap back on did she notice the blood in the palm of her hand.

She tried to screw up her hand but Ziva noticed the red liquid too. As swiftly as she could managed, Ziva launched herself up to meet (Y/N) in the middle of the bullpen. "What was that?"

"What was what?" she tried to meekly cover her tracks.

"Your hand, you're coughing blood. You're sick."

"Barely. It's a sore throat, Ziva. I'm probably getting a cold. That's all. Drop it."

(Y/N) stepped backwards away from her love before she turned to sit back down at her desk. She watched as Ziva raised her hands in surrender before sitting down herself. She knew that this would not be the last of the topic but for now she could have a little more peace.

Eventually Ziva would discover that (Y/N) had been lying to her. She would learnt hat her partner's time was limited, and that every second she spent exerting herself at work was only speeding up her demise. She would blame herself for not noticing sooner. And when her time was finally up, then Ziva would grieve (Y/N)'s passing.

But for now, (Y/N) was happy to grant Ziva the bliss that came with ignorence.

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@ailesswhumptober @happygirl-0408

#ziva david #ziva david x reader #ziva david imagine #ncis x reader #chiefdirector #ailesswhumptober2023

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ncis-imagines-blog · 1 year

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#ncis x reader #ncis imagines #ziva david #ncis ziva #ziva david x reader #ziva david imagine #ncis fandom

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beegriffs · 12 days

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These two >>> Everyone else.

… 📴 …

#ncis #cote de pablo #michael weatherly #Mote #mote de weatherly #tiva #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tony x ziva #iykyk #imagine the pics we’re gonna get with the spin-off #and other things #but seriously them being in that video yesterday really got me flying #hearing Cote talk again… YAAAAASSSSS #I live for mote #photoshoot outtake #rare photo

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aaronswifey · 1 month

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How you sleep

Part 2

Ncis:

Anthony DiNozzo:

Ziva David:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs:

Timothy McGee:

CSI:

Gil Grissom:

Warrick Brown:

Nick Stokes:

Greg Sanders:

Sara Sidle:

#Ncis #Ncis preferences #Anthony DiNozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee #leroy jethro gibbs #CSI #CSI preferences #gil grissom #warrick brown #nick stokes #greg sanders #sara sidle #gif #Gif imagines #gif preferences #preference #imagine

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taylorxtiva · 2 months

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WAIT

WHAT IF THE “BELOVED” CHARACTER IS MCGEE

BECAUSE WHO ELSE WOULD TIVA DROP EVERYTHING & TRAVEL HALF WAY ACROSS THE WORLD FOR, IF NOT FOR THEIR BEST FRIEND????

AND MCGEE ENDS UP IN THE HOSPITAL BUT SURVIVES

AND TIVA (AND TALI) GO AND VISIT HIM AND THEY WALK INTO THE HOSPITAL ROOM HOLDING HANDS AND BEING ALL CUTE AND COUPLE-Y

AND MCGEE MAKES A COMMENT ABOUT HOW IT TOOK THEM LONG ENOUGH

AND THEN TIVA DECIDE THAT WHEN MCGEE IS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL IN A FEW DAYS THEY’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED WHILE THEY’RE STILL IN DC

AND MCGEE IS THE BEST MAN

AND JIMMY OFFICIATES

AND TALI IS THE FLOWER GIRL

I REALISE MY IMAGINATION IS RUNNING AWAY WITH ME AND I’M ONLY GUESSING BASED ON THE PRESS RELEASE FOR EPISODE 1000 AND THE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO … BUT ✨ WHAT IF ✨

#I REALISE MY IMAGINATION IS RUNNING WILD BUT I LOVE TIVA SO MUCH AND I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF #ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO BE CUTE AND COUPLEY ON SCREEN #NCIS #tony x ziva #tiva #cote de pablo #ziva david #michaelweatherly #tony and ziva #anthony dinozzo #naval criminal investigative service #michael weatherly #cotedepablo

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tonysziva · 2 months

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Is this Katrina or is this a special ninja?👀

#ncis #tiva #am i imagining things #cote de pablo #ziva david

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theonewithval · 2 months

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TIVA NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING?

#Spoiler alert: nope I'm not feeling okay #Still screaming #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tiva #ncis #Can't believe this #Tiva coming back to me???#BETTER THAN I HAD EVER IMAGINED #i'm crying #Screaming crying shaking

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rose-edith · 2 years

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Angst Loneliness Part 4:

As soon as McGee gets into work Gibbs has him call up the CCTV footage…and as soon as he sees what happens, how wobbly you look as you hobble into autopsy, how you crumble like a piece of paper, how you’re left laying there for four hours, his heart breaks. He delivers himself a hard smack to the back of his own head, how could he miss all that?

But he realises it’s not just on him. He turns to the team to ask when any of them last heard from you. He’s greeted with a wall of shrugs and blank looks, but everyone starts thinking- they’ve not really included you.

It hits Tim hardest, he knows what it’s like to be shoved to the edge of things and the loneliness that comes with it. He ends up calling you, to check on you, but there’s no reply.

“McGee get me the last known whereabouts of Y/N. Track her cell or something. Who knows where she lives?” Gibbs instructs. But his question is met with silence. They don’t know where you live, you were last to join the team, and they hadn’t really made an effort to get to know you.

He sighs. “Get me the address too. DiNozzo, wrap this case up. Ziva, go and tell Ducky to stay near the phone, I may need him.” Gibbs’s gut is telling him he’s not going to like what he finds if/when he finds you.

Gibbs is surprised to find that you live in an apartment that’s surprisingly close to the office, in fact even though he drove it, Gibbs realised he could walk it quicker. He patters up the stairs and knocks on the door, gently at first. But then he sees the blood that’s smeared on the door and he starts to pound on it. He crouches down and peers through the letterbox, he can just about make out your figure laid on the floor- right in the way of the door.

He pulls out his phone. “Duck, get here now! Bring medical supplies, and walk it- it’s so much quicker to walk.” He snaps his phone shut and pulls out his lock picking kit. It doesn’t take long to jiggle the lock open. He pushes on the door, but it doesn’t budge, you’re laid against it.

“Y/N, come on! Wake up Agent! Come on, up you get!” He shouts through the crack in the door.

You stir a tiny bit and whimper. It’s enough for him to hear.

“Y/N? Y/N! I know you’re hurting but can you move for me? Just roll over so I can get through the door without hurting you?” He’s panicked, but listening to him you wouldn’t know it. He waits until the pressure is gone from the door, then he slips in. He lands on his knees at your head, at least you’re on your back now.

There’s a huge bruise on one side of your face, evidently from the fall, you’re pale and cold, yet sweaty. He grabs your wrist and wraps it in a scarf he grabs off the coat stand that you’d knocked over as you fell.

“Wake up Y/N, tell me how long have you been here like this? Talk to me.” His voice is low, no need to shout now he’s holding your body in his arms.

But you don’t wake. You don’t stir, rolling over has taken what tiny bit of energy you have left.

“Jethro?” Ducky calls, he shuffles into the small apartment. “Oh my dear. She looks in a bad way. How long has she been like this?” Ducky gets to work straight away, cleaning and bandaging your wrist after doing some paper stitches. He takes your temperature and pulls on your eyelids to see your pupils. “We need to get her to a hospital, she needs a drip of antibiotics, and possibly a blood transfusion.”

That’s all Gibbs needs to hear, he scoops you up into his arms and gets you to the hospital, leaving Ducky in your apartment. The Doctor looks around sadly, the place is small and nearly empty, it feels lonely.

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis headcanons #leroy jethro gibbs imagine #ncis imagine #leroy jethro gibbs #mark harmon #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs headcanons #jethro gibbs #mark harmon x reader #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs headcanons #ncis reader insert #ncis gibbs #tony dinozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Ziva x reader - the gentle gangster

undercover ziva and gender neutral reader if you're up for it? perferably with some hinted autism too! either way, happy holidays!!! - Anon💜

Sitting behind the security guards in the quiet bar, you hummed lightly to yourself at the music that was playing, and looked over to your father.

“Yes?” He asked quietly.

He held a hand up to the other man he was talking to and turned to face you.

“He’s lying to you.” You mused.

Your father furrowed his brows and turned to the other man, the other man laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

“Come on, you really don’t believe that Ozzy, right?”

“I believe anything my kid tells me, they’ve never led me astray.”

One of the guards turned around and walked in, grabbing the man by his shirt and dragged him back across the lines.

“Call the new recruit over.”

They did and you watched as the woman came over, her eyes flicking between you all.

“Yes sir?” She asked.

“Ziva, I want you to teach this asshole to never lie to me again, and I want the money he owes me in three days.”

“Please! I need more time!”

“We don’t make deals with lairs.” Ziva hissed.

She dragged the man away and you stood up, hands clasped behind your back as you followed her.

Ziva immediately noticed you following her and she sighed quietly, she was hoping to just lightly beat the guy up and turn him loose, but with you there she didn’t have a choice.

She dragged him outside and tossed him to the floor, landing a swift kick to his stomach.

You watched for a few minutes before you stepped forward, stopping her from hitting him any further.

“Leave him.”

Ziva nodded her head and followed you back inside.

She would come to notice of the upcoming months how you would carefully watch her or follow her, at first she put it down to you being suspicious.

Which you were.

But as she walked into the large home, she stopped when she saw you walking down the stairs, adjusting the tie around you neck with a heavy frown.

“I was called here?” She asked.

“Yes, there is a formal party and you will be my security serial at request of my father. There is dresses or suits upstairs, whichever you choose.”

Ziva nodded her head and went to get ready, sending a quick message to Vance letting him know about what was going on before she browsed the dresses.

She picked one that could easily hide weapons and tried it on, smoothing it down and sitting patiently while some maids tended to her hair and makeup before she went downstairs.

Guest were just starting to arrive, and you were stood at the bottom of stairs.

Seeing her, you looked her up and down before giving a small nod and smiled.

“Perfect, did my father update you on the details?”

“No.”

You sighed and pulled her aside in a different room, explaining who would be there, why, and what the party was for and her role in it.

Once everything was all cleared up Ziva guided you into the ballroom, leading you over to your father.

Ziva had to keep her distance, but she kept her eye on you as well.

You stayed close to your father, even as he talked to his supposed business partners and made deals throughout the night.

A few hours passed by, and Ziva noticed you tapping your side, shuffling a little bit on your feet struggling to pay attention to anything.

Walking over, she leant close.

“May I speak with you outside?” She asked quietly.

“Yes, of course.”

You followed Ziva out to the back, buttoning your blazer jacket up as you folded your arms across your chest.

“What’s the matter?”

Ziva gulped a little, she had never been scared, but you held a lot of power, and she saw what you did for lairs, and without a way to call for backup she would have a struggle fending for herself.

Sighing, she shook her head a little bit.

“You just seemed to be having a hard time inside, uncomfortable.”

You hummed, resting your arms on the balcony as you rested your chin in them.

“I’m not a fan of these events.”

“Why do you attend?”

You looked over at her before looking back over the lightly lit room.

“I have to, I’ll be taking over the business when my father retires, I have to earn the respect of the others.”

Ziva nodded her head in understanding.

She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back on the balcony.

It was silent for a few minutes. You felt the nerves leaving your body, and you were slowly relaxing.

“Thank you Ziva, I did have my doubts about you, but I have no doubt you’ll be with us for a long time.”

Standing up, you removed one of the rings from your right hand, you held it out to her, giving her a warm smile.

“Consider this as a good gesture, a token of my appreciation for you and everything you’ve done. You have the up most respect in this family.”

Ziva gently took the ring and put it on, giving you a small smile.

“Come inside when you’re ready.”

With that, you left, and Ziva sighed heavily, looking at the ring that now adorned one of her fingers.

Regret started to fill her, you had so much trust and appreciation for her, and she was going to be throwing it away in a few months once the op was completed.

You were gentle and caring, unlike your father, he was ruthless and uncaring.

She had grown fond of you, and the way you cared for everyone that was part of the family, and the younger recruits, maybe she could try get you out of trouble, warn you somehow or keep you from being out away.

Yes, your family was single handed my responsible for the betray of many navel personally, and one of the biggest money and arms trainers in the state, but you weren’t interested in that.

She knew of your plan to stop all of that, and stick to money laundering which wasn’t great, but it was a lot better

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis x you #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #Ziva #Ziva x reader #Ziva x you #Ziva imagine #Ziva David #Ziva David x reader #Ziva David x you #Ziva David imagine

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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bloody hands, hospital kisses

z.david

summary: ziva gets hurt on a case.

warnings: bullet wound, smooching, so much uncanoness smfh, blood, passing out, violence, shy ziva omg, LONG ASS ONESHOT, angst to fluff ur welcome 🤧❤

reader's pronouns: she/her

"you take left, i got right." y/n murmured, panting as she quickly reloaded her gun. ziva nodded, slowly moving to a position that would make it easier for her to weave past the insane amount of crate between her and their perp.

pivoting her head, ziva made eye contact with y/n and when they both nodded, the bolted away from each other in the direction of the murderer of petty officer Kayleigh James. bullets quickly followed in the agents' trail, but the two were fast.

now safely sheltered roughly ten and a half feet away from the killer and her 'goons,' as tony likes to call them, the killer, Avon Presley, started to talk.

"i think we all know how this will end up," she started. "you are both severely outnumbered and outgunned. it would be wise to simply give up."

in the moment of silence that followed, ziva foumd y/n eyes already on her. silently communicating through the facial expressions, there was a silent agreement about what would happen next. gibbs and mcgee went dark just before the two entered the warehouse, and there was no sign of tony anywhere.

Avon sighed, the sound resonating. "i really dont want to kill you. you both would be great additions to my little... team." the end word was puncuated with the sound of pride, a disgusting sound.

ziva, still looking at y/n, started the countdown with the nodding of her head, and the raise of her finger.

five.

"if you're waiting for me to explain why I killed that petty officer, i'll tell you."

team gibbs already had Avon's motive.

four.

"she owed me. Kayleigh James owed me money. she was so in debt-"

three.

"that no matter how much money she made in her life, it wouldn't be enough to pay me back."

two.

"so i arranged for her to be executed, as you already know, and we knew that outcome for tha-"

one.

ziva and y/n stood up and immediately took down bodies left and right, dodging between stacks of crates. in her peripherals, y/n saw Avon yank a gun from one of her goons and flee.

two minutes and many body thuds later, y/n and ziva reload and make their way cautiously to find Avon.

opening the steel door, the agents slink out, looking around. there are no more hiding places.

Avon, in all her glory, is standing with ger gun poised in her hands, ready to shoot if necessary.

"put the gun down, Presley!" y/n calls over the rushing wind.

"let me go!" she responds, desperation seeping into her voice.

ziva squints at her target, head low, ready to take the shot beside y/n. "you know that we cannot do that."

Avon's eyes gleam. "then i'll make you."

before the last word reaches the air, Avon pulled the trigger twice.

then ziva hits the ground, hard.

Avon starts to make a run for it, but y/n shoot her in the upper body, most likely hitting the heart, knowing her aim.

throwing herself to the ground beside ziva, y/n gasps. blood bloomed from ziva's thigh and stomach, somehow puncturing the bulletproof vests gibbs was adamant about wearing.

ripping ziva' jacket and vest off, she pulled the short up just enough to see the wound.

"gibbs," ziva wheezes.

"i know, zee, i know," y/n says, frantically pressing into ziva's stomach wound, turning to tend to her thigh.

with her bloody hand, ziva struggles for her phone. with little grip, she presses it into y/n's hand.

pressing gibbs's number, she presses the phone into her ear with her shoulder and takes her pocket knife to cut into ziva' pants in the area around the gunshot

gibbs doesn't answer. cussing quietly, y/n looks for mcgee's number.

he luckily picks up on the first ring.

"where are you?" he asks immediately.

"We're still by the warehouse, ziva's shot, get here. now."

"okay. stay on the line, we're tracking you and sending tony. he'll be there in-" mcgoo continues.

"timmy i need to talk to gibbs." y/n commands when she sees ziva start to writhe on the ground after pressing on her thigh.

"y/n what the status?" gibbs.

"status is, boss, if tony doesn't pull up quickly, ill beat his ass. david's bleeding out, and i'm not sure i can dig out this bullet." y/n snaps.

"get- get it out." ziva gasps, bloody hand grasping y/n's arm.

"hold on ziver. y/n has ya." gibbs says in the most sympathetic tone the team has ever heard.

"y/n, put the phone down and get those bullets."

"copy that." in a rush, y/n puts the phone down next to ziva, and looks straight into her eyes.

"this is gonna hurt like a bitch, darlin'. bite this." y/n slips the arm of ziva's discarded jacket into her mouth. "i'm gonna get the bullet in your thigh."

slipping her pointer finger and thumb into the bullet hole, ziva let out a muffled scream. closing her eyes and screaming again, she claws at the ground while y/n closes her fingers around the bullet and slowly pulls it out of ziva's body. gagging at the amount of blood pooling on the ground, y/n tosses the bullet on the ground.

"hey hey hey, breathe. you're doing great. breathe, ziva." y/n soothes as best she can.

y/n almost thinks she hears a car screech, but it's too faint to tell for sure.

"l/n." y/n hears from the phone.

bringing it up to her ear, y/n hears mcgee telling her tony should be there soon, if not now.

"tony!" y/n screams, ziva below her was probably delirious with the amount of blood she was loosing, from her stomach and her thigh. "tony please hurry up!" y/n called again. y/n did not like ziva looking like this; pale and bloody and falling unconscious.

all at once, y/n felt tears in her eyes, and she cursed herself for crying when ziva was in more physical pain than y/n was.

left hand pressed against ziva's bloody thigh, she grabbed ziva's hand. "c'mon darlin', you gotta stay awake for me, okay? gotta wait for the ambulance timmy called." or rather the ambulance she hope tim called.

the sound of footsteps broke her out of her train of thought. tony, gibbs, and mcgee all rushed up with a flurry of questions, statements, and arguments.

gibbs eased y/n away from ziva's lower body and led her away, though her eyes were still trained on ziva.

"y/n."

she looked up. "i didn't- boss i-"

"tim saw the footage," gibbs explained, pointing to the security camera, positioned in just the right angle to see everything that went down withing the past ten minutes. "ambulance is on it's way. you did good l/n." gibbs praised, scanning y/n. she had turned to look back at limp-bodied ziva.

gibbs pulled her side into him, and she finally cried. her bloody hands wrapped around gibbs as the reality of what happened hit her. "you did good." he repeated into her ear. "but you really need to tell ziva you're in love with her."

y/n pulled away and looked at her annoyingly red hands. "i dont know what-"

"yes you do." gibbs said with a side eye and a smirk. "lets go." he led y/n to the frint of the warehouse, into the ambulance that arrived, and to the hospital.

♤

ziva was in surgery for hours. after hour one ticked by, y/n was taken home by gibbs to get cleaned up, fed, and then drove her back to the hospital.

"gibbs what do you mean that i'm in love with ziva?" y/n asked quietly.

"you know what that means."

"no i don't." y/n answered.

"i mean, l/n, that she likes you, and you like her." gibbs stated, like everyone knew.

y/n's brows furrowed. "she... likes me? really? are you sure, boss?"

gibbs chuckled, a sound only a select few heard. "yeah, y/n, i'm sure. it physically hurts us to watch you guys frolick around each other. so if i dont see any undying love confessions i'm going to fire you both."

y/n gaped at her boss. "i've never heard you talk that much." gibbs looked at her with a glare as he pulled into the parking lot. "but," she continued, "what do you mean 'us'?"

gibbs stopped the truck, and blinked. "abs, mcgee, dinozzo, ducky, hell even leon said something to me. point is, make a move."

y/n turned the words over in her mind as they entered the building. settling back down in the chair beside ducky and abby, y/n rested her head on abby's shoulder and closed her eyes.

two hours later y/n was woken by ducky. "she's awake my dear."

walking through the hallway to ziva's room was one of the longest hallways y/n ever walked through.

the team crowded into the room, completely disregarding the stares of others.

ziva turned jer head and made eye contact with y/n and she smiled weakly. y/n quickly took the chair right beside ziva.

when everyone got their affections over with, y/n was watching ziva talk to ducky about tips on healing.

"lunch, anyone?" tony asked abruptly. catching gibbs' eye, he motions with his head to y/n who was still all heart eyes over ziva. one by one, the entire team minus y/n left to go pick up food.

ziva looked at y/n and smiled a real smile. "hi."

y/n picked up ziva's hand and kissed her knuckles and laced their fingers. "hi ziva." she replied.

ziva looked into y/n's eyes like she was searching for something, anything. an answer maybe, an apology. an apology for scaring the shit out of y/n, and thanking her for saving her life.

"ziva." y/n asked, suddenly looking away.

the mossad agent exhaled. "yes?"

y/n bit her lip. "look, i know that you almsot died in front of me and whatever, but apparently vance thinks we're dating and gibbs said something so i was, y'know, wondering if, at some point, you'd want to go on a date or something?" it all rushed out in an uncalculated ramble that y/n was not proud of.

"i'd love to date you, y/n. i'd absolutely love to." ziva replied instantly.

y/n's heart genuinely felt like it was flying. "really?"

"yes, really."

y/n beamed and stood up and spun around. "holy shit you just made me so happy!" she laughed, making ziva laugh along with her.

when y/n sat down again, smile still on her face, ziva murmured, "my lips hurt... can you kiss them and make them feel better?" she asked shyly.

"don't have to ask darling." y/n ehispered against the beautiful woman as y/n pressed her lips against ziva's. ziva brought her hands up to tangle her fingers in y/n's hair. y/n pressed her hands into the spaces between ziva's head so she didn't topple onto the woman and hurt her.

at some point though, the team came back.

"finally!" tony shouted, causing y/n to fall into ziva's chest, making him laugh.

pecking ziva' neck y/n stood up and smoothed her hair, guiltily with a large smile. ziva turned her back on her team and bit her swollen lips. looking up at y/n, she smiled gently.

"i think we agreed on twenty dollars, tim." ducky said, cheerful as ever, collecting his bet money.

"i personally am not surprised they bet on us." ziva said to y/n.

"neither am i, honestly." y/n replied.

y/n looked over at gibbs. he smiled at her and shook his head.

"well, now that i have my money, i shall go see to making my favorite agents some food." ducky explained with a wink at ziva and y/n both.

"ducky's my ride. bye ziva! i'll be back tomorrow!" abby said excitedly.

"i guess i'll head home too... use protection.'' tony warned, wagging his finger at y/n.

"tony, ziva's in a hospital bed." she laughed, flipping him the bird.

"alright then, lets go tim. we'llbe outside y/n." gibbs said, ushering the crowd out the door.

turning to ziva with a smile, y/n leaned over to press a kiss to her head, but ziva pulled her collar down to kiss her on the lips.

"i'm going to be doing that so much." ziva sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

"i'll be back soon, darling."

"i'll miss you." ziva teased.

rolling her eyes, y/n walked out of the hospital with a wide smile on her face, despite having to sit in the back.

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