Crazy fangirl obsessed with NCIS with an intense love for Tiva!
I adore Michael Weatherly and Cote de Pablo.
My second passion is Rizzoli and Isles and love Angie Harmon!
Photoshopping pretty pics is my thing.
Just wrote a little story for that….
my ziva, one day you will dance with a man who deserves your love.
The thought of foreign trips had always exited him. But this time… it only made him feel like crap. Following leads in this so called “City of Love” didn’t feel romantic at all, nor did it help that it was basically the 4 year “anniversary” of the first time he went. Better company, better times…
Sighing he continues his stroll as twilight sets in and the Eiffeltower is lit.
"Might as well get a bite to eat and enjoy the view a bit" he tries to convince himself as he wanders around in search of a restaurant.
He checks the view of the Eiffeltower and decides that this is a good spot to enjoy it in all it’s glory. He turns towards the terras of the restaurant and freezes.
"No… it can’t be…" he whispers.
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.
He opens his eyes again and still sees the back of a figure he knows all to well.
"Damn jetlag must be getting to me" he mutters.
It couldn’t be her, could it?
Slowly he makes his way towards the woman, but doesn’t walk far enough to pass her and check whether it is her. Instead, he lingers a foot behind her, afraid of ruining the illusion.
"Hello Tony" the woman says without turning around.
"One of these days you have to tell me how you do that"
"You are not the only one who has a keen sense of smell, I smelled your cologne" She turns around and Tony can’t do anything else but stare at her. God she is beautiful.
Ziva starts to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"How…?" He starts.
"For most of the time I have been visiting places where I did… wrong. To see whether I could do anything to help make it better again. "
"I guess. But it did not have the effect I desired, it only made me feel even worse about myself"
"Please hear me out"
He takes a seat next to her.
"So… instead of visiting places that have caused me grief or where I…" she stops for a moment and stares at her hands. Without looking up she tentively takes one of his hands in hers.
"I decided I needed to visit the places that brought me joy." A small smile forms around her lips and she looks up.
"After Somalia, here was the first time I had a good nights sleep"
He can’t help but smirk at her.
"I told you you looked comfortable."
"Yes, and you were right."
His smirk turns in to a full blown smile and it is then and there she realizes just how much she had missed him.
"Still doesn’t explain why you are here now."
"Because it was 4 years ago we went to Paris together."
She smiles and he swears he can see her cheeks flush.
"Yeah, I was just remembering the same thing. How much better the company was last time I was here."
After that they sit in comfortable silence, hands now laced together.
It is Tony who breaks the silence.
"How are you Ziva?"
Instinctively she wants to say ‘fine’, but she knows he knows she would be lying.
"I am… getting there."
"Will you ever come back to DC?" Tony asks, sounding a bit hopeful
"I do not know. I miss you guys, but…"
Her head shoots up, shocked and stutters.
"No, Tony, I…"
"No, Ziva. It’s true. And I get that. Remember I told you I could change with you?"
"I have been trying and it’s been hard. Because the job, the people and the environment keep pulling you back in to your old, familiar routines. Because it’s easy, because it is the only thing you know. Stepping away from all that, well, it allows you a fresh start. New people, new environment, nobody who knows of your old tricks and therefore will not be suspicious of you or tell you ‘this isn’t you’ when you try to apply that change."
Ziva blinks at him. “So you are not mad at me?”
"I was, for a little while. But I also knew that if dragging you back kicking and screaming would be best for you, I would have. But you need this."
"I also need you"
This bold statement throws him off. True, they had come a long way, but they never ventured this far in to the ‘talk about feelings’ department.
He looked at her, at a loss for words.
After what seemed hours to Ziva he says “Then why didn’t you come back, or at least contacted me?”
"Because…" She sighs "Because I did not think I had any second chances left. You have always been loyal, always stood by me, supported me, forgave me no matter what, And all I have done is push you away or hurt you. This time I did not think you would give me another chance" Before she can catch herself, a tear rolls down her cheek.
Tony cups her cheek and wipes it away.
"You, Miss David, had me at ‘Having phonesex?’"
I totally agree. (but actually a lot of us have been saying that for months - since January to be exact) :)
Haha, probably. I’m just not that deep in the fandom anymore. It mainly consists of 2 to 3 people I talk to regularly about it and thats it. :)