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I am not sorry for the person I'll become when the Tiva show comes out. I've been manifesting this for years.
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TIVA SPIN OFF NAME INCOMING
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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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Did I just see Ziva paying a petit déjeuner in a café in Paris with a 200€ note?! Yes I did 😂😂 WHATEVER FOR?!
(200€ = 213$)
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She felt so genuinely scared and worried at the thought he might be ill, it breaks my heart
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youtube
Tony&Ziva | You Matter To Him (NCIS) Tiva *NEW
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Ziva keeping Tony's boarding school picture.
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ziva david || who’s afraid of little old me? ✨
she’s just a sweet cinnamon roll ninja… who could be afraid of her?! 🥹
#ncis#tiva#cote de pablo#ziva david#otp#michael weatherly#edit#tony dinozzo#taylor swift#michaelweatherly#who’s afraid of little old me#ziva david edit#ncis edit#swiftie edit#tiva x taylor#taylor x tiva#tony and ziva#tony x ziva#cinnamon roll ninja
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please
I’ve been on my knees
change the prophecy
don’t want money
just someone who wants my company
let it once be me
who do i have to speak to
about if they can redo the prophecy??
#tay is such a big tiva fan#the prophecy#the tortured poets department#ncis#tiva#ziva david#tony dinozzo#m
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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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Where are my fellow mid/end twenties that I used to excessively fan girl over TIVA with when I was in my early teens. It’s so funny to imagine a bunch of lawyers, managers, IT specialists, teachers or whatever bonding over their ever so loved ship from the past. I’m a doctor now btw. Nice to be back.
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As usual I’m starving for Tiva scenes. And recently I realized one could find “Tiva” scenes in other episodes! That’s currently what I’m doing!
Let me tell you about 11x08:
In this episode someone is driving Tony to Quantico since he doesn’t have any car due to the car crash in 10x22. (I personally think this shows how hard it is for him to move on from the previous time, an implicit reference to Ziva). Anyway, in 11x08 Mcgee assumes that a lady has been driving Tony to the crime scene, he talks about it with Abby. Later on, Gibbs assigns Tony to go talk to a magnificent woman (once again to cheer up Tony). However, later on McGee finds out Tony has been taking public transports all along, which he notes is weird for Tony.
Finally, Tony and Mcgee end up in front of a church, that Tony apparently knows a lot about! Here is the scene:
Reverend Miller: Anthony! What are you doing here? Your meeting’s not until tonight.
Tony: Reverend Miller, I, um
Reverend: Bringing a new member?
Tony: Um.. He’s thinking about it. A little gun-shy. McGee, the Rev.
Rev: (to mcgee) please join us, it’s a very safe place. All are welcome
(Reverend goes away, Mcgee turns to Tony)
Mcgee: Tony, what’s going on? Do you have a drinking problem?
Tony: (laughing) No. No I just… (very seriously) I joined this men’s support group. Meets in the church hall 2 nights a week.
Mcgee: you serious?
Tony: Mm-hmm. I know it…it doesn’t sound like me, but… (sighs) with the past year, I just…wanted to shake things up a little bit. Meet some new people. This guy at the gym told me about the group, and I thought it sounded like a good idea. And it..it is fun. (Mcgee’s in disbelief) the Rev drove me to Quantico the other morning. Interesting guy. He’s helping me being less judgmental.
…
(Tony walks away, while Mcgee stands once again in disbelief )
Let me rephrase it, Tony went twice a week to a group support in a church, trying to move on and to accept the fact that Ziva left him. At the beginning of 11x09, he even talks alone about a woman he apparently met. And as another agent is doing her stuff, she tells him she hasn’t been listening, but tells him to start over in order to listen to him. Then he litterly begs her to have a reaction to what he said, to be at least “sarcastic”!
Now this is a lonely man. This is a lonely man missing his partner, his best friend, the woman he’s in love with. And so people, Gibbs, Mcgee, other NCIS agent try to pay more attention to him, to listen to him, to give him work he’s supposed to like (Gibbs telling him to go talk to a lady he finds beautiful) so that he feels less lonely.
Hence this is the reason why you can see, even after Ziva’s gone, how much she means to him. One could call it an “almost Tiva scene”.
And you know everytime Tony felt bad, Ziva tried to do her best to cheer him up, to make him laugh, to bring him back to his normal self. That’s the reason why I think if she knew how lonely he was feeling, she would have just hold him in her arms. Had she known how lonely he felt, she might have come back.
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Tony: Did I say we could share? No! That was my last cookie Ziva!
Ziva: I was hungry
Tony: I DID NOT WANT TO SHARE MY COOKIE
Ziva: but you want to keep sharing a bed, yes?
Tony,giving her his water bottle,his fries and the last piece of his hamburger: I'm sorry,bon appètit
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I'm hoping we get a lot of kisses in the Tiva spinoff, but the one I'm probably hoping for most is a "relieved, run to each other and kiss desperately because you're both alive" kiss
Also a morning wake up kiss
#listen.... i'll take all the angst as long as we get sufficient happy moments and a happy ending#ncis#tiva#tiva spinoff#ncis europe#tiva spinoff speculation#ziva david#tony dinozzo
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We got an NCIS Origins promo does that mean we'll get one for Tiva?!
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