When I spend time with my sis heather she always gives me ideas not all good but anda know what this one was really good like so good that I had to write it so here I go
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ziva’s pov (the italicized part is thoughts)
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I should not be here

I should just be home

what was I thinking of course someone will recognize me I mean the probe giving the tore wont but that is besides the point

Abby will of course will ahhh I am so so incredibly stupid

And tony no I refuse to think of him and what he berkata when...

Rating: K+
Words: 943
Summary: Set directly after the warehouse scene. Mainly thoughts about everything.

Radiation poisoning meets metaphor

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Radiation poisoning. Radiation poisoning was bad. Really bad. Ziva thought so. In her mind Radiation let people think about their death. It let people think about other people’s death. It let people think about a specific person’s almost death. And that was the problem with radiation poisoning. That was the problem with bombs. That was the problem with everything that could kill people.

Come on, Ziva. His sentence echoed in her mind. Like a little...

Two black silhouettes

Rating: K+
Words: 383
Summary: A short moment in Paris…

Two black silhouettes are lying in a cozy katil in the middle of the night. When one of them changes the position, the other one does so too. Like magnets they are bond together, they aren’t able to leave the other alone.
She opens her big brown eyes. Her hand is in his hand. Her lover. Her co-worker. Her soulmate. She walks on the balcony of the small of hotel room. Her lungs fill with cold, fresh air; it nearly brings her to tears. It’s still early morning and the sun begins to rise on the horizon. Only a short,...

What The hati, tengah-tengah Wants
Chapter 1: In the Ladies' Room?

What had driven Ziva to this point in life? Every time she had telah diberi her hati, tengah-tengah to someone, they always ended up giving it back to her in tiny little pieces, so tiny that she could never put them back together. But now her hati, tengah-tengah was whole once lebih and she didn’t even know why. Was it because she was selfishly in love, atau was it because she knew that the special someone in her life was the one and he didn’t even know it. How much longer would Ziva have to keep her feelings hidden in the closet?

Would she always have to carry this Cinta and...

DISCLAIM-seriously? y'all get it sejak now. Don Belisarrio and I are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Therefore, i own NOTHING to do with NCIS except DVD s. atau anything else i mention in this article. so yeah, stop Membaca this and get down to what u actually clicked for.
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PROLOGUE: An older gray haired man entered, and immediately all eyes went on him. He was almost never here, but he was the most famous man in the building. Everybody knew he was here for one thing, and would never stop until he got it. He was a dangerous man, and there was only one force...

(Rating: K/ Word Count: 1498)

It was Tuesday. As Ziva rode the elevator up to the bullpen alone, she could not avoid dwelling on the last three weeks. A desperate cari to find Jackson Gibbs, days of terror, a thrill of relief at seeing his kind, if exhausted, face, blessedly unharmed, the fearsome crack crack of two gunshots during the rescue–-and suddenly, just like that, it was over. Paloma and Alejandro lay dead in the battle, McGee shaking as he replaced his gun in its sarung, holster and ran to Jackson’s side.

Today was boring, but boring was a relief. It was just another Tuesday, just the...

this is just something that popped into my head while I was Membaca a fanfiction but it is not a repeat at all it is completely different it is just something that they had ziva say so remember I don’t own NCIS atau the characters that play in it I just took them out to play
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Ziva’s pov
She had to admit the past 3 months had been the best of her life she did not think that she could ever been unhappy again.
She was going on a run before she meet her boyfriend for lunch that is right an ex-assassin just berkata boy friend do not look so shocked...

Ziva POV
The Muzik ends. He slowly removes his hand from her face.
I’m blushing… I wish I had a break on the floor to crawl. I need some… space…
I run to the mini bar, I’m needing a cold drink.
-Please, give me a cold margarita.
-Are anda alright ma’am? Your cheeks are a little red. –The waiter says.
-Ah ah... –I hear McGee laughing, and even don’t seeing I know that Gibbs is smiling. This only makes my cheeks turning even redder.
- I’m fine. I just need a cold drink. –I say.
-Ziva look to that pisau there on the mini bar.-Gibbs says.
-Yes, I’m seeing it, what does it have?
-It’s...

Life after you

The sun rose in morning. The sun sank down on the horizon at the end of the day. hari after day. Time passed sejak unnoticed. Rain drops fell from sky and dried up again. Wind blow through the city and the skyscrapers. Leaves lay under big trees. Children ran through the streets. Bunga Lost the last colour. Autumn was a beautiful season of the year. Autumn should be a beautiful season.

Everyone needed a personal life. Everyone deserved happiness. Everyone wanted someone to cry out at his shoulder. Important content in life. All this wasn’t important for her. She wanted vengeance....

Ziva POV

I see him, he is rigth there, in front of me, sitting on his chair, with his feet on his table, probably Membaca one of "those" magazines... He will never know how much he irritates me... so probably he will never now about the chills I have everytime his eyes menyeberang, cross mine, atau about how he makes me sing mentally, but lebih than that he will never know how much I Cinta him. Yes, I admit, I'm not stronger as I seem... if I was maybe I would tell him everything I feel.
He is looking at me now, and a stupid fever is crushing down on me, I'm being consumed with the desire of Ciuman him. But I...

Sorry for the oh so long break & oh so short chapter, but I think my Muse in back. The seterusnya chapter is already in the works. Enjoy & don't be mad!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, the characters atau any of the lyrics used.




Having phone sex? Laila Tov. Nesiah Tovah. I’m tired of pretending. I was just going to tussle your hair, sometimes it makes anda smile. For you. Why are anda here, Tony? I couldn’t live without you…

Tony groggily tried to open his eyes but was unable to. He was confused and in pain. What happened? he wondered. He turned his head to the side searching for his McGee,...

ok heads up this is written from my I pod touch so it we be a little rough so be gentle I just had to write it before it was out of my head forever
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All of a sudden when she thought that it was an all clear she heard a single shot Followed sejak hearing her partners agonizing cry
She had never been so scared in her entire life ... atau so she thought seeing him being carried off on a gurney was way way worse
Upone her arrival to the hospital she ran in flashed her badge and berkata DiNozzo
The woman didn’t even bother to look up she had dealt with NCIS...

Tim made his way to the bullpen after briskly jogging off the elevator he set his workload down on his meja and stopped as he noticed Abby leaning on Gibb’s desk…his coffee was there but he wasn’t.

“Hi Abby” He smiled

“Your late Timmy..” She smiled back.

“I know…I know” He was about to sit when he was stopped sejak the footsteps of his boss.

“Sorry Boss…I nearly overslept”

Gibbs nudged the Goth.

“Oh! Yeah….your going to be training today.”

He looked at Abby.

“Probies?”

“Nope…well kind of… your going to train with our newest probie.”

He smiled.

“Thanks...

Louisa

Rating: K+
Word Count: 1.479
Summary: The story is about Tony and his meeting with Louisa. Italics are flashbacks.


The blood in his veins froze. Tony was sitting on the most uncomfortable chair in his whole life and that made him crazy. Being a nervous wrack would be overstated, but it hit the mark. It was just a cheap, plastic seat. Not ideal for hospitals. Relatives and friends, who spent 24 hours here, needed something better, he thought. Beside him, in front of him and everywhere around him – A rush of colours running up and down the hallways. Nurses with clothes, coloured like the...