Looking down from where she is standing on the mezzanine, after having a brief chat to the Director of NCIS. Looking down to the squad room below her, to see the team. The team Ziva swore she’ll never want to see again, especially Tony DiNozzo. Tony had killed Michael Rivkin, the man Ziva could have began to love. Now she’ll never know. Gibbs and McGee are the only ones Ziva is beginning to trust to watch over her back on the field. With Tony it is kind off a different story from all the rest. Shot three bullets in to the puso of Michael’s and all Tony had received was a broken radius. Confused. Who in their right minds gave Tony the right to kill a Mossad? There may have been a time when Ziva trusted Tony and may have at one point dreamt about. The tears in Ziva’s eyes began to swell again, begging to break free.
Tony was the first friendly face Ziva saw in that dark cell, even though in her head she never wanted to see that face of his again. Learning that it was his grand idea to go to Somalia in the first place. Despite everything Ziva had sinabi to him outside Mossad, in Tel Aviv two months past. Still he came for her and it was he, Tony DiNozzo, who had planned it all. The reasons behind it all Ziva will never know. The araw when she had dared herself to thank him for watching her back, as he has always done without Ziva knowing and for Ziva to fully appreciate what Tony had risked. Remembering the way his cheek had felt when her lips touched his warm skin, her hand still feels the shock of what his skin had felt like under her finger tips. Something inside of her wanted Tony to halik her there and then, but he didn’t. He ran out of the men’s room, to close the case they were currently working on. Why can’t Ziva find it within herself to find the courage? To find the courage to gain the trust, the easy going friendship and the best partnership Ziva once had with Tony. Taken them almost four years of hard work to gain that partnership and the trust like no other partnership has never had the privilege to encounter.
Now they just have to start all over again. It would be like rebuilding a house, after a apoy destroyed the goodness of that one house. No, this will be much harder than rebuilding a house. There were no rules, no guidelines nor even a manual to read the simple instructions.
No one in the squad room have not glanced away from their computer screens or from whatever else they are doing to occupy themselves, while waiting for a new case. Gibbs wasn’t there, possibly getting some madami coffee to satisfy his gullet. McGee and Tony are both working every hard on their paperwork.
“Ziva?” Turning her gaze away from her fellow teammates to find a pair of icy blue eyes piercing through her many layers of her mask.
Choosing to remain silent, to return her gaze mainly on Tony. Hoping that there may be a good chance to find a way to fix things between them before their once very strong relationship will be in tatters for good. Oh, they may be pagganap as if nothing had happened between them in the past. They are only pretending for each other’s sakes. But her walls are beginning to crumble, inch sa pamamagitan ng inch, piece sa pamamagitan ng piece until there is nothing left to hide behind.
“When are you going to stop blaming DiNozzo?” Gibbs’ tanong was so unexpected.
“What makes you think I am still blaming him?” Ziva returns her gaze back to the one person Ziva could call a father, the father that Ziva would wish her own father to be. “I’ve already forgiven Tony over the whole Rivkin thing.”
“You’ve must have left something out. If the way you are looking at Tony is anything to come by.” Gibbs did and still does have rules for a reason. “Whatever is still bugging you Ziva. You better fix it, before you lose the best thing ever to happen to you.”
“Gibbs, I do not pag-ibig Tony. He’s too much of a womaniser to have feelings for, even if he did risk all that he believe in for me,” Ziva knows deep down in her puso of hearts that was a big lie. “I’m not ready to give my puso to someone else.”
Gibbs doesn’t have any words that’ll get Ziva to fix things between her and DiNozzo. Gazing down at the man they are all discussing about. Ziva wasn’t the only to one who had suffered these past few months. Tony may not have shown it, but Gibbs knows Tony better than anyone else. Gibbs knew and still knows that deep down Tony is beating himself up. It was only a matter of time, until one of his agents break rule twelve and if they were lucky enough, Gibbs may just let it slide. Just for their sakes only.
“Fix it or I will,” Gibbs leaves Ziva alone.
Feeling her eyes watching his every movement and Gibbs wonders if he had made the right decision. For allowing rule 12 to be broken.
(NCIS)
Tony was in the break room, getting something to eat or drink out the vending machines. When he felt eyes upon his back. He knows who the eyes belong to and he doesn’t want to see the pain he has caused her to suffer.
“What do you want Probie?” Tony knows that’ll infuriate his crazy ninja, but at the moment he just doesn’t care.
“Must you keep calling me that?” Ziva’s voice tanong Tony.
Turning around to find her tsokolate brown eyes staring through his heavy defences. “What else shall I call you? No matter what I call you Ziva, you always try to bite my head off.”
“Call me sa pamamagitan ng my name Tony, its not that hard is it.” Ziva could see the hurt shining through his kulay-dagat eyes. “Don’t you think that it is time for us to talk?”
“About what?” Tony wasn’t in the mood to discuss his feelings or discuss about anything with Ziva.
“Gibbs wants us to fix it,” Ziva says it as if it were that simple. “in my opinion, I believe Gibbs is right. We’ve lingered long enough.”
“Your not the only one Zee-vah. I wanted to fix things between the two off us, since that araw in Tel Aviv. But you didn’t want to listen to a word I was trying to say to you,” Tony turns around to press a button to get some chocolate, maybe that’ll calm down his nerves. “Why all of a sudden to you want to listen to me now?”
“I didn’t know who to trust at the time Tony. I thought you had betrayed my trust sa pamamagitan ng killing Michael. I was caught between my two loyalties. Mossad and NCIS,” Ziva shakes her head in frustration even though Tony didn’t see it. “Tony. Do you not want to fix things between us?”
Tony turns his head to find the pain filled eyes staring a large hole through his. This is the same woman who not only drives him insane, but also has been one of Tony’s best friends. If only he had words that could tell Ziva just how much she means to him, without causing her anymore pain in her already fragile heart. There has always been some sort of attraction and most probably always will be, but there is the crossing the line part. The rules and consequences could tear the team apart once more. No matter how good it may taste or how it feels inside. They can never be anything madami than just mga kaibigan in the end. Does he want to fix their crumbling friendship? Yes, he does.
“Yes, I want to fix our problem. As long as we stay as friends, nothing more.” Tony knows that he’ll have to hurt Ziva one way or another and this is just another fatal blow to Ziva’s fragile heart. “We can always start all over again?”
“Of course we can be friends, you were and still is one my best mga kaibigan Tony. We’ll always have our past haunting our every step, but that’ll do nothing to destroy the trust, and my faith in your abilities to watch my back,” Ziva steps a little closer to Tony and his marvellous scent hits her fair square in the nose. “You also cannot deny that there is a tension hanging around us like a bad pong.”
“Its bad smell sa pamamagitan ng the way, not pong.” Tony knows that they are standing closer than they have ever been in a good while. “If we do act upon this tension. What’ll happen to us in the end? What if the team is broken up once again, because of us breaking the rules.”
“Gibbs wants us to fix it, does he not.” Dark amber eyes were staring in to the fabulous green eyes that sparkle with life. “So lets mend it in our way.”
“What way is that? Breaking the rules this agency has in place and not to mention Gibbs’ rules will be like breaking into hell-”
“Since when did you begin to follow the rules or even care about what the consequences of your actions?” Ziva cuts Tony’s sentence off. “Don’t forget Tony. It was you who had put three bullets into Michael’s heart. It was your fault that I had Nawawala my trust in you in the first place!”
The sparkling green eyes turn away from Ziva’s demanding tsokolate brown gaze. “I also tried to apologise and to give you an explanation, but did you listen than.” It was a rhetorical question. “No, as I recall. You had shoved me onto my back, despite you knowing that I had an injury. Than shoved your fully loaded gun, right here.” Tony places his hand on his chest, causing Ziva to turn her face away from Tony’s beseeching green eyes.
“I almost did pull the trigger, but I didn’t because something had pulled me back. Before I could do the impossible, killing you wouldn’t have made any difference. Gibbs would have me hunted down, for shooting a member of his team,” Ziva stops talking only to look Tony in the eye one madami time. “I’ve forgiven you Tony, but it seems to me that you haven’t forgiven yourself.”
“Perhaps I am only just confused,” Tony could never stop looking into Ziva’s eyes. “Tired, angry, but mainly all I’ve been feeling, is confusion? Confused as to where to step pasulong to next. I’ve always known where to place my feet on the path ahead of me. Now I’ve hit a dead end, and I do not know which way to turn back or try to find away out.”
“That’s because you need to let go of your guilt or whatever it is that is holding you back. Than maybe you could find the way over that dead end of yours,” Ziva knows that maybe they should head back for the squad room, but she felt that this talk is just long over due and it is time to heal up old wounds before they start to fester. “Let me or even one of the others help you.”
Tony allows himself to think over the current situation, he has now landed in. He couldn’t find words to say anymore, it has been a while since someone had sinabi straight out that they want to help him and they do not feel ashamed doing so. Instead he did the only thing that could mend his confused and tattered soul. Also to mend Ziva’s crumbling heart.
It was like magic the moment his lips caught Ziva’s own. It was like time was standing still, to allow this moment to be just as magical and worth remembering. Ziva had placed one of her hands at the back of Tony’s head and Tony had placed one of his own just at her waist.
Yes, they are well and truly mended. Just for how long, none of them could never know. All they do know right now was that it was about bloody time.
The end. . . .
Tony was the first friendly face Ziva saw in that dark cell, even though in her head she never wanted to see that face of his again. Learning that it was his grand idea to go to Somalia in the first place. Despite everything Ziva had sinabi to him outside Mossad, in Tel Aviv two months past. Still he came for her and it was he, Tony DiNozzo, who had planned it all. The reasons behind it all Ziva will never know. The araw when she had dared herself to thank him for watching her back, as he has always done without Ziva knowing and for Ziva to fully appreciate what Tony had risked. Remembering the way his cheek had felt when her lips touched his warm skin, her hand still feels the shock of what his skin had felt like under her finger tips. Something inside of her wanted Tony to halik her there and then, but he didn’t. He ran out of the men’s room, to close the case they were currently working on. Why can’t Ziva find it within herself to find the courage? To find the courage to gain the trust, the easy going friendship and the best partnership Ziva once had with Tony. Taken them almost four years of hard work to gain that partnership and the trust like no other partnership has never had the privilege to encounter.
Now they just have to start all over again. It would be like rebuilding a house, after a apoy destroyed the goodness of that one house. No, this will be much harder than rebuilding a house. There were no rules, no guidelines nor even a manual to read the simple instructions.
No one in the squad room have not glanced away from their computer screens or from whatever else they are doing to occupy themselves, while waiting for a new case. Gibbs wasn’t there, possibly getting some madami coffee to satisfy his gullet. McGee and Tony are both working every hard on their paperwork.
“Ziva?” Turning her gaze away from her fellow teammates to find a pair of icy blue eyes piercing through her many layers of her mask.
Choosing to remain silent, to return her gaze mainly on Tony. Hoping that there may be a good chance to find a way to fix things between them before their once very strong relationship will be in tatters for good. Oh, they may be pagganap as if nothing had happened between them in the past. They are only pretending for each other’s sakes. But her walls are beginning to crumble, inch sa pamamagitan ng inch, piece sa pamamagitan ng piece until there is nothing left to hide behind.
“When are you going to stop blaming DiNozzo?” Gibbs’ tanong was so unexpected.
“What makes you think I am still blaming him?” Ziva returns her gaze back to the one person Ziva could call a father, the father that Ziva would wish her own father to be. “I’ve already forgiven Tony over the whole Rivkin thing.”
“You’ve must have left something out. If the way you are looking at Tony is anything to come by.” Gibbs did and still does have rules for a reason. “Whatever is still bugging you Ziva. You better fix it, before you lose the best thing ever to happen to you.”
“Gibbs, I do not pag-ibig Tony. He’s too much of a womaniser to have feelings for, even if he did risk all that he believe in for me,” Ziva knows deep down in her puso of hearts that was a big lie. “I’m not ready to give my puso to someone else.”
Gibbs doesn’t have any words that’ll get Ziva to fix things between her and DiNozzo. Gazing down at the man they are all discussing about. Ziva wasn’t the only to one who had suffered these past few months. Tony may not have shown it, but Gibbs knows Tony better than anyone else. Gibbs knew and still knows that deep down Tony is beating himself up. It was only a matter of time, until one of his agents break rule twelve and if they were lucky enough, Gibbs may just let it slide. Just for their sakes only.
“Fix it or I will,” Gibbs leaves Ziva alone.
Feeling her eyes watching his every movement and Gibbs wonders if he had made the right decision. For allowing rule 12 to be broken.
(NCIS)
Tony was in the break room, getting something to eat or drink out the vending machines. When he felt eyes upon his back. He knows who the eyes belong to and he doesn’t want to see the pain he has caused her to suffer.
“What do you want Probie?” Tony knows that’ll infuriate his crazy ninja, but at the moment he just doesn’t care.
“Must you keep calling me that?” Ziva’s voice tanong Tony.
Turning around to find her tsokolate brown eyes staring through his heavy defences. “What else shall I call you? No matter what I call you Ziva, you always try to bite my head off.”
“Call me sa pamamagitan ng my name Tony, its not that hard is it.” Ziva could see the hurt shining through his kulay-dagat eyes. “Don’t you think that it is time for us to talk?”
“About what?” Tony wasn’t in the mood to discuss his feelings or discuss about anything with Ziva.
“Gibbs wants us to fix it,” Ziva says it as if it were that simple. “in my opinion, I believe Gibbs is right. We’ve lingered long enough.”
“Your not the only one Zee-vah. I wanted to fix things between the two off us, since that araw in Tel Aviv. But you didn’t want to listen to a word I was trying to say to you,” Tony turns around to press a button to get some chocolate, maybe that’ll calm down his nerves. “Why all of a sudden to you want to listen to me now?”
“I didn’t know who to trust at the time Tony. I thought you had betrayed my trust sa pamamagitan ng killing Michael. I was caught between my two loyalties. Mossad and NCIS,” Ziva shakes her head in frustration even though Tony didn’t see it. “Tony. Do you not want to fix things between us?”
Tony turns his head to find the pain filled eyes staring a large hole through his. This is the same woman who not only drives him insane, but also has been one of Tony’s best friends. If only he had words that could tell Ziva just how much she means to him, without causing her anymore pain in her already fragile heart. There has always been some sort of attraction and most probably always will be, but there is the crossing the line part. The rules and consequences could tear the team apart once more. No matter how good it may taste or how it feels inside. They can never be anything madami than just mga kaibigan in the end. Does he want to fix their crumbling friendship? Yes, he does.
“Yes, I want to fix our problem. As long as we stay as friends, nothing more.” Tony knows that he’ll have to hurt Ziva one way or another and this is just another fatal blow to Ziva’s fragile heart. “We can always start all over again?”
“Of course we can be friends, you were and still is one my best mga kaibigan Tony. We’ll always have our past haunting our every step, but that’ll do nothing to destroy the trust, and my faith in your abilities to watch my back,” Ziva steps a little closer to Tony and his marvellous scent hits her fair square in the nose. “You also cannot deny that there is a tension hanging around us like a bad pong.”
“Its bad smell sa pamamagitan ng the way, not pong.” Tony knows that they are standing closer than they have ever been in a good while. “If we do act upon this tension. What’ll happen to us in the end? What if the team is broken up once again, because of us breaking the rules.”
“Gibbs wants us to fix it, does he not.” Dark amber eyes were staring in to the fabulous green eyes that sparkle with life. “So lets mend it in our way.”
“What way is that? Breaking the rules this agency has in place and not to mention Gibbs’ rules will be like breaking into hell-”
“Since when did you begin to follow the rules or even care about what the consequences of your actions?” Ziva cuts Tony’s sentence off. “Don’t forget Tony. It was you who had put three bullets into Michael’s heart. It was your fault that I had Nawawala my trust in you in the first place!”
The sparkling green eyes turn away from Ziva’s demanding tsokolate brown gaze. “I also tried to apologise and to give you an explanation, but did you listen than.” It was a rhetorical question. “No, as I recall. You had shoved me onto my back, despite you knowing that I had an injury. Than shoved your fully loaded gun, right here.” Tony places his hand on his chest, causing Ziva to turn her face away from Tony’s beseeching green eyes.
“I almost did pull the trigger, but I didn’t because something had pulled me back. Before I could do the impossible, killing you wouldn’t have made any difference. Gibbs would have me hunted down, for shooting a member of his team,” Ziva stops talking only to look Tony in the eye one madami time. “I’ve forgiven you Tony, but it seems to me that you haven’t forgiven yourself.”
“Perhaps I am only just confused,” Tony could never stop looking into Ziva’s eyes. “Tired, angry, but mainly all I’ve been feeling, is confusion? Confused as to where to step pasulong to next. I’ve always known where to place my feet on the path ahead of me. Now I’ve hit a dead end, and I do not know which way to turn back or try to find away out.”
“That’s because you need to let go of your guilt or whatever it is that is holding you back. Than maybe you could find the way over that dead end of yours,” Ziva knows that maybe they should head back for the squad room, but she felt that this talk is just long over due and it is time to heal up old wounds before they start to fester. “Let me or even one of the others help you.”
Tony allows himself to think over the current situation, he has now landed in. He couldn’t find words to say anymore, it has been a while since someone had sinabi straight out that they want to help him and they do not feel ashamed doing so. Instead he did the only thing that could mend his confused and tattered soul. Also to mend Ziva’s crumbling heart.
It was like magic the moment his lips caught Ziva’s own. It was like time was standing still, to allow this moment to be just as magical and worth remembering. Ziva had placed one of her hands at the back of Tony’s head and Tony had placed one of his own just at her waist.
Yes, they are well and truly mended. Just for how long, none of them could never know. All they do know right now was that it was about bloody time.
The end. . . .