Tony & Ziva// 10x21// Berlin

I wrote and posted this fanfic some months nakaraan in Spanish. I don't feel comfortable Pagsulat in English, I always feel I can't quite express what I mean. Even translating feels weird, I'm not happy with the result but here it is. If it contains any kind of Zivaism, let me know and I'll fix it.

Oh, in case it isn't clear, it's set in "Jetlag", during the night they spent in Paris. Enjoy!

None of them was sleeping. The lack of snoring gave them away. Paris, the city of pag-ibig and they were back to back but without touching. They were almost there. Ziva could feel the heat irradiating from Tony, coating...

Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Unfortunately. XD
So this one is for “goodgirlmikey” to write a Ziva/Ducky friendship fic based off of this quote:
“Every man is afraid of something. That’s how you know he’s in pag-ibig with you;
when he’s afraid of losing you.” – Anonymous.

.::.

How Do I Know?

The doors to autopsy slid open with a whoosh as Ziva entered making hardly a sound. The room continued to be filled with nothing but silence, as Ziva roamed around the corner and then finally settling down on the chair.

She hadn’t been down here for awhile now, not alone at least. Because she could...

"Tony, do not let her fall!"

He laughs at his wife’s concern, and slightly adjusts their daughter in his lap for the sake of her comfort. “She’s not gonna fall, Ziva. Besides, she inherited your ninja balancing skills.”

The little girl squeaked as her fingers slammed on to the keys, and he cringed slightly at the off-putting noise, his wife laughing in his place. “And it seems she has inherited your piano playing skills.”

"Hey!" he quips. But before he can retort, the little girl starts jumping in his lap, slamming her hands down on the keys once more.

"Whoa, okay there," he says,...