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See, the problem with my voluntarily letting people know I wrote something, is that whenever I finish and post a fic, I look like this
On really bad days it's more like this
Excuse me @loudlooks ?????? You started a 30 Days of Spring challenge and did not let me know????!?!!! I would be more upset if I wasn't overwhelmed with excitement
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Day 5 - Fresh flowers every week
30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit
A/N: I think this is only the second time I've written something from McGee's POV, I don't even know why, it just happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring
Prompt: Fresh flowers every week
Word count: 987
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[Week one]
The first thing McGee noticed while rushing out of the elevator, was a complete absence of coworkers, even though he was running almost an hour late and had received three taunting messages from Tony. As he dropped his bag behind his desk, he glanced upstairs, assuming something unexpected had happened and everyone was in MTAC.
The second thing he noticed after sitting down and booting his computer, was a small bouquet of flowers on Ziva’s desk. He frowned, running possible explanations through his mind.
So far, Ziva had only brought herself flowers for the office once. At the time he had assumed it had been to celebrate a fresh start, a homecoming of sorts. Involuntarily, he glanced at Tony’s empty desk, while trying to keep any negative memories from rising to the surface.
Focusing on Ziva’s desk again, he remembered Abby had asked Ziva to help her that weekend, and assumed Abby must have bought them as a thank you.
His computer beeped urgently, drawing his attention away from the empty desks, and the flowers. White and pale pink flowers, very unlike Abby— He picked up his phone after the first ring, was greeted with a gruff “MTAC”, immediately followed by a dial tone, and rushed upstairs.
[Week two]
The past seven days had been hectic, too little time off, too much time cooped up in the office tracking leads, too much bickering. They had closed the case late last night, and he hadn’t expected anyone to be at the office before 8 AM, yet Ziva had clearly beaten him to it.
He slowed to a stop in front of her desk and stared at a fresh bouquet of flowers. A quick glance around the mostly empty bullpen assured him Ziva wasn’t nearby, and he decided to take a closer look.
Bright yellow and red, with a splash of white and some green leafy things. Definitely not Abby’s, then again, the previous bouquet hadn’t screamed “Abby” either.
McGee frowned, made sure the coast was still clear, and turned the small vase around, looking for a note. As if stung by a bee, he pulled his hand back and made a face.
I’m turning into DiNozzo.
In two strides he was at his desk, dropped his backpack with a thud, and plopped down on his chair. Waiting for his computer to boot—they really should upgrade the hardware—his eyes drifted back to the flowers, then to Tony’s desk. He stared at the empty chair.
If she’s seeing someone, he’s going to be hell to work with.
[Week three]
Abby was chattering in McGee’s ear about the lab results as they made their way towards Gibbs. He caught a whiff of fresh flowers as they passed by Ziva’s desk, and glanced at Ziva—talking on the phone—then at Tony—squinting at his computer screen with a pen clenched between his teeth.
Abby pulled his sleeve at the one second delay, and dropped the folder she had been holding on Gibbs’ desk while rambling of her findings. She pointed at one of the crime scene photos, bright red blood spatter on white fabric, and McGee's gaze drifted to Ziva’s desk, drawn to the red and white roses. He glanced at Ziva, still chatting on the phone, but now gazing lovingly at the flowers with a soft smile on her red lips.
Ziva does not lovingly gaze at flowers.
Instinctively he checked on Tony. Still squinting, pen discarded, a tuft of hair now standing on end. Suddenly on his feet, Tony turned towards McGee, pointed at him accusingly, and told him to fix his computer before stomping off in the direction of the break room.
This is going to be a long week.
[Week four]
It had been a quiet but productive day. McGee stretched his arms, cracked his knuckles, then moved his head from side to side a few times. Tony’s desk had been empty all day while he was in court, Ziva was typing away, dutifully finishing up paperwork.
So quiet.
No flowers.
He narrowed his eyes. For the first time in weeks Ziva didn’t have fresh flowers on her desk. Nothing in her demeanor had suggested her budding relationship had faded. In fact, she had seemed plenty cheerful all day.
He had initially put that down to a lack of DiNozzo, but now he realized she had gotten several messages on her phone that had made her smile, snort, and at one point pocket her phone with a furtive glance and what suspiciously looked like a blush on her cheeks.
I really am turning into Tony.
With a slight headshake, he began shutting down his computer, vowing he would stop wondering about Ziva’s personal life. Having Tony snoop around must be plenty annoying for her, if she felt like sharing something she would.
The elevator dinged, and set off a light bulb in McGee’s head.
He hasn’t been snooping.
Humming a Sinatra song, Tony strode out of the elevator, seemingly without a care in the world, a distant cry from his usual sullen behavior after a long day in court.
“Probie,” Tony said, mildly surprised. “Burning the midnight oil?”
“It’s 7 PM, hardly midnight.”
“Way past your bedtime, little Timmy,” he said lightheartedly, holding his right arm slightly behind his back.
McGee spotted a white petal on the floor, next to Tony’s right foot. “Who are the flowers for?”
“Are you jealous?” Tony held out about a dozen daisies he had clearly just picked himself. “You can have one.”
“I’m not jealous.” McGee shouldered his backpack, and walked up to Tony. “And neither have you been.”
“Why would I be jealous,” Tony said, and smirked.
McGee glanced at Ziva, whose cheerfulness seemed to have increased exponentially since Tony had arrived, and sighed. “Fine, play your games.”
“Oh,” Tony said and turned towards Ziva, handing her the flowers with a soft smile, “I’m not playing games.”
#tiva fanfiction#tiva#my fanfiction#30 days of spring#i should watch some old episodes i feel like i barely remember what mcgee was like#might also help with actually getting interested in tiva again#why am i even doing this
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these are the best cards on the planet and no one can tell me otherwise
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Self love is not always easy. It can be challenging and not fun at the time, but your future self will thank you!
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Day 4 - Getting stung by a very persistent bee
30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring
Prompt: Getting stung by a very persistent bee
Word count: 694
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A buzzing right next to her ear, triggered Ziva’s fight or flight response. She had never liked bees, not since one had stung her as a toddler. It was nothing more than a vague memory, really, but after several adults had repeatedly reminded her of it throughout her childhood, the harmless, albeit painful, event had left a mark on her.
Trying to evade the offending bug, she roughly bumped into Tony, his frown going completely unnoticed by her as she tried to get a visual on the bee. With uncharacteristic imprecision, she swatted at a black spot moving erratically to her left.
“Big bad ninja afraid of a little bee?” Tony said, sounding a bit too gleeful.
Ziva ignored him as she moved around in an attempt to get away from the bee.
“Are you allergic?” Tony asked, confused about his partner's panicky behavior.
“No,” Ziva grunted, as she took another swing at the unpredictable bug, and missed.
“Okay, then,” he spotted a rose bush a few feet away, and pointed at it, “calm down, and let’s walk over there, maybe it’ll get distracted by the flowers.”
The bee dutifully followed, unfortunately it did not let up on bugging Ziva. It hovered ever closer to her face, the buzzing getting louder. Another swipe only resulted in her slapping Tony on the arm.
“Stop swatting, you’re making it angry.”
“It is making me angry!”
“Just, stand still,” Tony said firmly, briefly pinning her arms to her side as he tracked the bees movement. When the bee made another attempt to get close to Ziva’s face, he let go of her arms and calmly held a hand between the bee and Ziva. Gently, he guided it towards the rose bush, without ever touching it.
“See, easy does it,” he said confidently.
Logically, she knew this, but when it came to bees, there was a Grand Canyon sized gap between logic and emotions. She clenched her hands into fists, willing them to stay at her side as she kept a close eye on the hovering bug.
Tony took his eyes of the bee to glance at Ziva, who still very much looked like she was about to throw hands with anything that came within a six foot radius. He watched her eyes go wide, the exact moment he felt a faint tickle on his cheek.
“It’s fine,” he said reassuringly as the bee moved closer to his chin, then made a beeline to his nose. Watching Ziva narrow her eyes as she lifted her arm, while the bee took a closer look at his left nostril, made mild panic rise inside of him. Surely a bee sting would be less painful than getting punched in the face by Ziva.
He held out his left arm in an attempt to stop Ziva, and swatted at the bee who was now investigating his upper lip. The burning sensation was more painful than the initial sting, but it definitely paled in comparison to Ziva’s right hook.
Ziva reached out to him with a pained expression, and moved his hand away from his lip, tilting his head towards her with her other hand to get a closer look.
“How bad is it,” he asked, “botched lip injection bad?”
She frowned, then her features relaxed and she patted his cheek with her right hand. “You can barely see it.”
“You should feel it, though,” he said with mock gravity.
Ziva tilted her head and softened her eyes. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards right before she gently, but all too briefly, placed her lips on his.
Tony grinned, the bee sting all but forgotten, and asked, “What was that for?”
“Kiss and make it better, yes?”
He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t think it’s working, try again.”
Ziva raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips.
“I saved you from certain death by bee.”
“I told you, I’m not allergic.”
“You would have died a thousand deaths if not for my brave sacrifice.”
She chuckled, and kissed him again, a little longer this time.” You are going to milk this, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah,” Tony said smiling widely.
#tiva fanfiction#tiva#30 days of spring#my fanfiction#obviously i had to use the word beeline#can't believe it only just now occurred to me i could've had tony make a bee movie reference
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Day 3 - Seasonal allergies
A/N: I have no idea whether any of them have allergies, so, whatever, I live in la-la land anyway when it comes to canon, not tiva
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring
Prompt: Seasonal allergies
Word count: 320
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The scent of the blooming tulips was almost overwhelming, causing Tony to briefly scrunch up his nose after snapping another picture. When Ziva walked up to him, he vaguely held the camera up in her direction to shoot a random picture of her, but she blocked most of the lens with her hand.
She took in her surroundings, a smile appearing on her lips, and inhaled deeply through her nose. “Best smelling crime scene I have ever been to.”
Tony looked at her and deadpanned, “Yeah, we should send out a memo to all wannabe murders that they’re only allowed to leave victims in a flower field.”
Three rapid-fire sneezes, followed by Ducky’s voice drew their attention away from the dead marine lying on the ground at their feet.
“You should have asked me, Mr Palmer,” Ducky said, as he went straight over to the body.
Jimmy greeted Tony and Ziva with a nod and a wide smile, then practically doubled over with another loud sneeze.
“Gesundheit,” Tony said, hoping it wasn’t contagious.
“Thanks,” Palmer said, sounding slightly congested.
Ziva stared at Tony. “You speak German?”
He glanced at her, then focused on what Ducky was doing. “Only when people sneeze.”
She rolled her eyes, then almost flinched at the sound of another sneeze.
“Gesund-“ Two more sneezes cut Tony off.
Palmer looked up at them with watery eyes, while wiping his nose with a handkerchief. “I ran out of allergy medication.”
“As I said, Mr Palmer, we could have stopped at the pharmacy on the way here.” Ducky pointed at the body. “This poor fellow could have waited five more minutes.”
Another sneeze.
Tony briefly wondered if Jimmy’s allergies were about to contaminate their crime scene. “What are you allergic to, dead bodies?”
Ziva raised an eyebrow at him. “Bad jokes?”
Jimmy looked at them, wiped his nose again, and waved his arm at the field of flowers. “Tulips.”
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Day 2 - Spring fling
A/N: three musketeers banter, tiva
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring
Prompt: Spring fling
Word count: 482
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“Well, well, well,” Tony said holding up McGee’s phone to show Ziva the lock screen photo . “Looks like Timmy’s been hiding his spring fling from us.”
McGee rolled his eyes and snatched his phone from Tony’s hand. “Are you jealous, Tony?”
“Why would I be jealous, McGee, I’m happy for you, I’m just disappointed you didn’t share the good news with us.” He glanced at Ziva, walked back to his desk and sat down. “Honesty goes a long way.”
Ziva pursed her lips, and threw a paper ball at him.
McGee scoffed. “The way you were honest about your winter fling?”
Tony faked innocence. “What winter fling?”
“Honesty goes a long way, Tony,” McGee chided, and looked at Ziva. “He was seeing someone, right?”
“Hmm,” Ziva said and looked pensively. “He has been less annoying the past few months.”
Tony threw the ball of paper back at Ziva, only to have her catch it midair with a smirk.
“What happened to her,” McGee asked.
Tony turned to him, and crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s no longer a winter fling.”
Ziva narrowed her eyes at him. “So, what is she now?”
“Well, it’s spring, so…” He shrugged and held her gaze.
McGee’s phone beeped, and a smile spread on his face as he read the message. Absentmindedly, he told Tony, “Flings don’t tend to last half a year.”
“I’m going for a four seasons fling, Timmy, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Does she?” Ziva asked with an amused smile.
Tony frowned at her and tilted his head to the side. “Does she what?”
She briefly touched her earlobe. “Does she understand she’s more than a fling?”
“Of course, she does, she’s very smart.” His eyebrows raised at her tense expression, and he smiled softly. “Except when it comes to relationships…very romantically dysfunctional.”
Ziva chuckled. “Like you.”
Tony nodded. “It’s why we work so well together.”
Ziva glanced at McGee who was still glued to his phone. “Perhaps she would be interested in a summer fling.”
“Only a summer fling?” Tony challenged her.
“Some summers can last a lifetime,” she said, staring at him intently.
McGee put his phone down with a thud, startling them both. “Just admit it,” he said in mild frustration.
Tony frowned and briefly shook his head. “Admit what?”
“That you two are dating,” McGee looked at them pointedly, “each other.”
Tony and Ziva glanced at one another, ready to deny the allegation, but McGee didn’t give them a chance. “Look, I won’t tell Gibbs, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Their eyes went wide.
“Tell me what?” Gibbs said from behind McGee.
McGee paled, and stammered, “That, um, Tony’s, his winter fling turned into a spring fling.”
“McGee!” Tony hissed.
Gibbs took a long sip of his coffee while staring at Tony, then Ziva. “Congratulations, didn’t think you two could keep it out of the office this long.”
#tiva fanfiction#tiva#my fanfiction#30 days of spring#i expected this challenge to go poorly but not this poorly#only 28 more to go...#should have it finished some time in december then i guess
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