I don't know what to say about this fanfiction. I hope wewe like it and please make me happy with a comment. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own NCIS, if I would, Tiva would have happened already.
You changed me
From the siku she was a member of Gibbs’s team; until the siku Michael died there was only one scenario Ziva knew: A call, she did what she was supposed to do, she went nyumbani and everything started again. There wasn’t anybody she had to care. In all the years she had worked for the NCIS as a liaison officer, it had always been the same.
But then she had been held hostage in Somalia. Suddenly nobody called. Nobody was there anymore. Ziva had had much time to think about everything. Some time after her come back, this scenario was about to rerun. But now something was different. Not the calls; they stayed the same. Now there was somebody she cared of. When she came to her apartment, Tony was with her. Ziva didn’t know if this was good au bad. She never felt alone, she never was scared and she needed him. She needed him so much. But this was the first time she let anybody so near to her. And she was thinking if it was the right decision…
“Probette, where are wewe with your thoughts?” Tony asked. Ziva woke up from her little daydream and saw him looking at her confused.
“Just trying to figure out what to do inayofuata with our suspect.” she answered and she tried to look the same. Tony wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t swali her answer. Maybe she was really thinking about the case, maybe she was just tired. He didn’t even know if he wanted the right answer.
“My apartment au yours?” Tony asked. The building was almost empty, McGee already went nyumbani and Gibbs was talking to Vance. They hadn’t made their relationship official, because of two reasons. First, Gibbs would kill them, moto them au mgawanyiko, baidisha them apart. The sekunde reason was that they didn’t really have a relationship. Ziva told him this. But there was no explanation, why. Ziva gazed at him. Another night with her favourite feelings; love, safety and passion; and with her favourite guy, wouldn’t kill her.
“Yours.” Ziva answered immediately. She didn’t say it, because she loved his flat; there was something different behind her answer. She grabbed her bag and switched of the light. Tony was right beside her.
*******
“Have wewe ever thought about, what we are doing here?” Ziva asked. Her head rested on Tony’s chest and his fingers ran through her thick hair.
“I don’t know if I can follow you.” he admitted. Tony couldn’t read her face, it was too difficult.
“I mean, if it is right what were are doing.”
“Right? I don’t know a law against us.” Tony laughed, but he was confused. Talks with Ziva confused him. She confused him, with all her looks and words.
“You don’t get it.” Ziva hissed.
“What? What’s your point?” he couldn’t understand her. He didn’t understand anything she said.
“Since we are together everything has changed. I have changed. And I don’t know if it’s right.” Ziva got up and sat at the edge of the bed. Her mood wasn’t the best anymore, although the evening had started beautiful, as always.
“You have changed? And this is my fault?” Tony asked. He got angry.
“I’ve never alisema it’s anybody’s fault, it’s just... There is such a big difference between the person I was and the person I am.”
“But wewe should say that it’s somebody’s fault, because it is. wewe can’t blame me for changing you. I didn’t change. He and your father changed you. Saleem changed you, but not I.” Tony stared into her face and could see her big brown eyes. The moment he spoke his thoughts out loud, they were full of hate.
“Stop talking about them!” she shouted directly at him.
“Then stop blaming me. It’s their fault. They did this to you, not me! wewe tell me, it’s wrong to be with me, but wewe don’t think about anything they did. wewe don’t even talk about them.”
“You don’t know who I am.” Ziva mumbled, her eyes were filled with tears, but she didn’t allow herself to cry.
“I do, Ziva. wewe are broken. They broke you.” Tony whispered this sentence with the calmest voice Ziva had ever heard, he didn’t shout, he wasn’t angry. He meant every word he said. He reached out his hands to touch her hands, but she lent away. Ziva threw on her clothes and ran out of Tony’s apartment.
There was the reason; she had decided to go to Tony’s apartment: She was able to leave it. She had the possibility to get away from him.
It was cold outside the building. She shivered and tears rolled down her cheek. She was torn apart. Ziva knew that ever word Tony had alisema was true. It wasn’t his fault. But he had alisema it with so much anger, he had shouted with so much pain. Ziva had seen it in his eyes.
Tony poured some tequila, tekila into a glass. It wasn’t the healthiest way to forget this evening, but the most effective way. He hadn’t wanted to shout at her. This wasn’t the way he had imagined this evening. Tony put down the glass and sat down on his couch. In the whole time he knew Ziva, he hadn’t seen her like tonight. She wasn’t the person he had met. Even her first words had been full of life and fun.
Having phone sex?
*******************
Ziva drove her car in the small parking lot. She didn’t want to work. She didn’t want to see Tony. Not after what happened last night. Her feet walked straight to the elevators, her eyes almost closed. Ziva tried to calm down. She didn’t want that anyone knew what had happened. The elevator door almost closed behind her. Almost. There was this small little gasp. It opened again and Tony went into it. Ziva didn’t look at him. He pressed the power-down-button and the elevator stopped.
“Ziva…” Tony alisema quietly. Ziva turned her head.
“Not here, not now.” she answered and switched on the power-down-button again. They both remained silent. Nobody spoke a word. They could hear each others breath. The elevator door opened again and Ziva got out as fast as possible. Tony went to his dawati and looked at Ziva. She ignored him. He knew she was hurt.
“Good morning.” McGee said. Both did what they always did. Doing their job. They didn’t let McGee know what had happened. That was professional.
******
“You wanted to talk?” Ziva stated. Tony turned around surprisingly. He stood in the Men’s room and Ziva behind him.
“Here? The elevator isn’t the right place, but the Men’s room is?” he asked.
“The elevator belongs to Gibbs, this is our place.” Ziva answered. To her own surprise she wasn’t angry anymore. She didn’t have the feeling to kill Tony. She didn’t hate him either.
“You aren’t angry?” Tony asked. Ziva shook her head.
“Why?” This simply swali made her raising her eyebrow.
“Why? wewe aren’t happy I won’t kill wewe with a paper clip?”
“It’s impossible to kill anyone with a paper clip and I hardly believe wewe know 18 ways.” Tony wanted to talk, but he tried to avoid it.
“Do wewe want to talk au not?” Ziva hadn’t the time for games.
“I think so.”
“You think so? Am I the one with the bad English, au you?”
“I remember that wewe are the one... with the bad English” Tony answered.
“I’m the one with the bad English.” Ziva mumbled to herself.
“Okay. Stop. wewe are the one. wewe aren’t the one with the bad English. wewe are THE one! wewe are what I need. And I'm sorry for everything I've alisema yesterday.” Tony alisema to her. Ziva’s eyes widened. Nobody had ever told her that. Nobody had ever alisema it directly into her face.
“Oh…” She didn’t have words for it.
“Oh…? Do…”
“Tony, can wewe please let me think? wewe don't have to be sorry. wewe were right and wrong. They changed me, they broke me. It’s their fault; that’s true, I can’t deny it. But wewe changed me too. In a good way. I’m happier, I’m calmer, I’m…” She didn’t avoid Tony anymore. Ziva leant against his chest.
“… even zaidi beautiful than before.” he whispered into her ear. Tony took Ziva’s face into his hands.
"Are we a official couple now?" he asked. Ziva nodded and then he kissed her like never before.
Suddenly McGee opened the door and interrupted their kiss. Tony and Ziva stopped and looked at him. McGee smiled a silly smile, they had never seen. He went out of the Men’s room and shouted: ”ABBY! wewe owe me 50 Dollar!”
“They didn’t kiss, did they? They really kissed, they kissed. They finally kissed!!” she shouted up the hallway.
**** THE END ****
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own NCIS, if I would, Tiva would have happened already.
You changed me
From the siku she was a member of Gibbs’s team; until the siku Michael died there was only one scenario Ziva knew: A call, she did what she was supposed to do, she went nyumbani and everything started again. There wasn’t anybody she had to care. In all the years she had worked for the NCIS as a liaison officer, it had always been the same.
But then she had been held hostage in Somalia. Suddenly nobody called. Nobody was there anymore. Ziva had had much time to think about everything. Some time after her come back, this scenario was about to rerun. But now something was different. Not the calls; they stayed the same. Now there was somebody she cared of. When she came to her apartment, Tony was with her. Ziva didn’t know if this was good au bad. She never felt alone, she never was scared and she needed him. She needed him so much. But this was the first time she let anybody so near to her. And she was thinking if it was the right decision…
“Probette, where are wewe with your thoughts?” Tony asked. Ziva woke up from her little daydream and saw him looking at her confused.
“Just trying to figure out what to do inayofuata with our suspect.” she answered and she tried to look the same. Tony wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t swali her answer. Maybe she was really thinking about the case, maybe she was just tired. He didn’t even know if he wanted the right answer.
“My apartment au yours?” Tony asked. The building was almost empty, McGee already went nyumbani and Gibbs was talking to Vance. They hadn’t made their relationship official, because of two reasons. First, Gibbs would kill them, moto them au mgawanyiko, baidisha them apart. The sekunde reason was that they didn’t really have a relationship. Ziva told him this. But there was no explanation, why. Ziva gazed at him. Another night with her favourite feelings; love, safety and passion; and with her favourite guy, wouldn’t kill her.
“Yours.” Ziva answered immediately. She didn’t say it, because she loved his flat; there was something different behind her answer. She grabbed her bag and switched of the light. Tony was right beside her.
*******
“Have wewe ever thought about, what we are doing here?” Ziva asked. Her head rested on Tony’s chest and his fingers ran through her thick hair.
“I don’t know if I can follow you.” he admitted. Tony couldn’t read her face, it was too difficult.
“I mean, if it is right what were are doing.”
“Right? I don’t know a law against us.” Tony laughed, but he was confused. Talks with Ziva confused him. She confused him, with all her looks and words.
“You don’t get it.” Ziva hissed.
“What? What’s your point?” he couldn’t understand her. He didn’t understand anything she said.
“Since we are together everything has changed. I have changed. And I don’t know if it’s right.” Ziva got up and sat at the edge of the bed. Her mood wasn’t the best anymore, although the evening had started beautiful, as always.
“You have changed? And this is my fault?” Tony asked. He got angry.
“I’ve never alisema it’s anybody’s fault, it’s just... There is such a big difference between the person I was and the person I am.”
“But wewe should say that it’s somebody’s fault, because it is. wewe can’t blame me for changing you. I didn’t change. He and your father changed you. Saleem changed you, but not I.” Tony stared into her face and could see her big brown eyes. The moment he spoke his thoughts out loud, they were full of hate.
“Stop talking about them!” she shouted directly at him.
“Then stop blaming me. It’s their fault. They did this to you, not me! wewe tell me, it’s wrong to be with me, but wewe don’t think about anything they did. wewe don’t even talk about them.”
“You don’t know who I am.” Ziva mumbled, her eyes were filled with tears, but she didn’t allow herself to cry.
“I do, Ziva. wewe are broken. They broke you.” Tony whispered this sentence with the calmest voice Ziva had ever heard, he didn’t shout, he wasn’t angry. He meant every word he said. He reached out his hands to touch her hands, but she lent away. Ziva threw on her clothes and ran out of Tony’s apartment.
There was the reason; she had decided to go to Tony’s apartment: She was able to leave it. She had the possibility to get away from him.
It was cold outside the building. She shivered and tears rolled down her cheek. She was torn apart. Ziva knew that ever word Tony had alisema was true. It wasn’t his fault. But he had alisema it with so much anger, he had shouted with so much pain. Ziva had seen it in his eyes.
Tony poured some tequila, tekila into a glass. It wasn’t the healthiest way to forget this evening, but the most effective way. He hadn’t wanted to shout at her. This wasn’t the way he had imagined this evening. Tony put down the glass and sat down on his couch. In the whole time he knew Ziva, he hadn’t seen her like tonight. She wasn’t the person he had met. Even her first words had been full of life and fun.
Having phone sex?
*******************
Ziva drove her car in the small parking lot. She didn’t want to work. She didn’t want to see Tony. Not after what happened last night. Her feet walked straight to the elevators, her eyes almost closed. Ziva tried to calm down. She didn’t want that anyone knew what had happened. The elevator door almost closed behind her. Almost. There was this small little gasp. It opened again and Tony went into it. Ziva didn’t look at him. He pressed the power-down-button and the elevator stopped.
“Ziva…” Tony alisema quietly. Ziva turned her head.
“Not here, not now.” she answered and switched on the power-down-button again. They both remained silent. Nobody spoke a word. They could hear each others breath. The elevator door opened again and Ziva got out as fast as possible. Tony went to his dawati and looked at Ziva. She ignored him. He knew she was hurt.
“Good morning.” McGee said. Both did what they always did. Doing their job. They didn’t let McGee know what had happened. That was professional.
******
“You wanted to talk?” Ziva stated. Tony turned around surprisingly. He stood in the Men’s room and Ziva behind him.
“Here? The elevator isn’t the right place, but the Men’s room is?” he asked.
“The elevator belongs to Gibbs, this is our place.” Ziva answered. To her own surprise she wasn’t angry anymore. She didn’t have the feeling to kill Tony. She didn’t hate him either.
“You aren’t angry?” Tony asked. Ziva shook her head.
“Why?” This simply swali made her raising her eyebrow.
“Why? wewe aren’t happy I won’t kill wewe with a paper clip?”
“It’s impossible to kill anyone with a paper clip and I hardly believe wewe know 18 ways.” Tony wanted to talk, but he tried to avoid it.
“Do wewe want to talk au not?” Ziva hadn’t the time for games.
“I think so.”
“You think so? Am I the one with the bad English, au you?”
“I remember that wewe are the one... with the bad English” Tony answered.
“I’m the one with the bad English.” Ziva mumbled to herself.
“Okay. Stop. wewe are the one. wewe aren’t the one with the bad English. wewe are THE one! wewe are what I need. And I'm sorry for everything I've alisema yesterday.” Tony alisema to her. Ziva’s eyes widened. Nobody had ever told her that. Nobody had ever alisema it directly into her face.
“Oh…” She didn’t have words for it.
“Oh…? Do…”
“Tony, can wewe please let me think? wewe don't have to be sorry. wewe were right and wrong. They changed me, they broke me. It’s their fault; that’s true, I can’t deny it. But wewe changed me too. In a good way. I’m happier, I’m calmer, I’m…” She didn’t avoid Tony anymore. Ziva leant against his chest.
“… even zaidi beautiful than before.” he whispered into her ear. Tony took Ziva’s face into his hands.
"Are we a official couple now?" he asked. Ziva nodded and then he kissed her like never before.
Suddenly McGee opened the door and interrupted their kiss. Tony and Ziva stopped and looked at him. McGee smiled a silly smile, they had never seen. He went out of the Men’s room and shouted: ”ABBY! wewe owe me 50 Dollar!”
“They didn’t kiss, did they? They really kissed, they kissed. They finally kissed!!” she shouted up the hallway.
**** THE END ****
