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...

Wrote this awhile back, was pretty well received on Fanfic.net so I thought why not post it here? xD I hope you like it.


Scars

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She's been afraid of them ever since she got her first, afraid to ipakita them to the world. Because they'd judge her, scars were from failed battles, they were her weaknesses. Each scar told a different story, and it was memories she never wanted to remember.

Scars were the only thing worse than death, because you had to live with it. Though most of her scars were faint they were still there and she could pin point every single one and tell you what weapon had marred...

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.

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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...