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ncisladaily · 2 months

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Okay, we’ll admit we were among those hoping for an appearance from Special Agent Kensi Blye tonight, considering the episode was directed by Daniela Ruah, who played the badass agent on NCIS: LA from 2009 to 2023.

But we’re happy to have Ruah (who previously directed episodes of NCIS: LA) bring her knowing eye to helming NCIS. “It was the first time I was directing on ‘the mothership’ as we lovingly call it,” Ruah tells us in Case Closed, our NCIS aftershow. “It almost didn’t matter what came my way in terms of storyline, I just wanted to be part of it and work with the crew and cast of NCIS. I was received with open arms – like a wonderful, warm hug.”

Her passion for directing showed in this classic case-of-the-week storyline where the team chased down a petty officer’s murderer, who turned out to be someone a little too close to home. It also included a comedic through line about Torres (Wilmer Valderrama) trying to hide the fact that he sometimes cheated on his strict fitness regimen from his new temporary roommate, boss Alden Parker (Gary Cole). “Wilmer’s a funny guy,” Ruah says. “He brings a comedic timing. My job is just to capture it. Maybe I throw in a possible improv.”

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Considering we last saw Kensi in the NCIS: LA series finale, discovering that her dream had come true, and she was finally pregnant with hubs/fellow agent Deeks (Eric Christian Olsen), we had to know if Ruah wonders as much as we do what her alter ego is doing now. As Ruah was sharing with us that she calculated Kensi’s due date and would always love the character she’d played for so long, she realized she was wearing an outfit she’d taken home from set that had been part of Kensi’s onscreen wardrobe – sweater, jeans, and signature boots. She cracks about how the writers might have worked Kensi’s motherhood into a script: “Do we now have an episode with Kensi fighting with a baby in her arms? I wouldn’t put it past her. Or is she out of the game for a couple months?”

Ruah also told us how she feels about the upcoming Paramount+ series (nicknamed) NCIS: Europe which reunites beloved NCIS couple Tony (Michael Weatherly) and Ziva (Cote de Pablo). “I think it’s the best thing ever,” Ruah says. “They had time to go off and do other things. These roles are so establishing for us who have been cast members on the show. For them to pick up these two characters that people fell so madly in love with — even I was shipping ‘Tiva’ — it’s a wonderful idea, and I’m so excited to watch it.”

As for a Kensi and Deeks spinoff? “I don’t know that I could see one in the near future,” Ruah says. “Eric’s really busy doing what he’s doing and loving that. I’m loving this. I would never say never, but in the near future, that’s probably not on the table. It’s important for us to go and find ourselves in other things. The show was important and special to us, but it’s like leaving the nest.”

You’ll get to see Ruah’s behind-the-camera talents again in an episode of NCIS: Hawai’i coming up in April. Ruah, who does not appear in the hour, reveals that the plot takes deep dives into the characters and, “I think it’s the darkest episode they’ve ever had. The crime that’s committed and what we find out over the course of the episode…it’s not a pleasant story.”

Check out the video for more from Ruah about working with Sean Murray and LL Cool J; what Agents Kensi, Knight (Katrina Law), and Ziva have in common; and more of her thoughts on what it takes to direct a top-notch hour of TV. Hey, we may even see her pulling double duty at some point. Ruah tells us, “I am not opposed at all to showing up as Kensi in one of the NCIS shows.”

#Daniela Ruah #ncis #ncis la #densi #video #Youtube

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tonysziva · 6 months

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There is one thing that flashed through my mind, since i’m rewatching season 3. I would really love for hypothetical future seasons see Ziva as director (btw director David sound good right?👀) and Tony as team leader. Idk why but the whole Gibbs-Jenny dynamic gave me this idea. Ofc without all the negative tension because we have established Tiva, domestic Tiva, parents Tiva🥹

#ncis #tiva #Ziva as director would be very badass #and Tony as team leader chef’s kiss

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indestinatus · 1 year

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Santa's Wish

summary: Simply happy to have her on his lap, Tony asks Ziva what she wants for Christmas.

rated M // 600 words // complete

tags: christmas + fluff + established relationship + tiva celebrates holidays together now + all is jolly and bright

read it on AO3

#ncis #tiva #tiva fanfiction #my fics #happy holidays!!!#stay safe xxx

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television-overload · 1 year

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Oh for goodness sake, I do this every time...

I say I won't get my hopes up, I peacefully close Tumblr and don't think anything of it, and then what happens??

I find myself daydreaming about TIVA scenarios after all these years. I used to daydream about this stuff freshman year of high school and now look at me, I have a Master's degree and I'm at my job, imagining us getting a reunion flashback of Tony and Ziva running into each other's arms and not letting go.

Or a thought for how an episode could open, surprising us out of the blue. Where the episode opens on a peaceful bedroom, sunlight streaming in, but we the viewer expect this to be the classic NCIS intro where a crime has been or will be committed. But no, in this scenario, the camera pans in and you see who is in the bed. Not just any random background actors for your regular establishing shot, no. It's Tony and Ziva. He wakes her with a kiss, and Tali coms bounding in with her perfect DiNozzo smile and wild Ziva hair. And that's how we would find out the episode is about Tony and Ziva.

But of course none of that is real so I've played myself once again. It's only a matter of time until I'm sucked back into AO3, and probably writing stuff of my own. I really need to get caught up on this season...

#ncis #tiva #ziva david #tony dinozzo #tony and ziva #tony x ziva #Michael Weatherly #curse you michael weatherly

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loudlooks · 7 months

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Day 8 - You looked cold

A/N: tiva, established or soon to be established (that's what I was thinking while writing, not that it matters). did zero research, have no idea where this takes place other than somewhere more woodsy, maybe early morning. have no idea why my brain went from "what a fluffy prompt" to "now make it angsty instead" after literally writing one sentence

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: You looked cold

Word count: 618

Out of nowhere his scent seemed to surround her as heavy fabric was gently draped over her shoulders. She hadn't heard him approach her, the sound of the tow truck and the raging river below her drowning out everything else.

He locked eyes with her as he came to a stop next to her, worry clouding his eyes. "You looked cold."

She gave him a half smile, and averted her gaze, not ready for a conversation. More yelling from the river's edge, as the tow truck seemed to strain and complain at what the two men in hi-vis jackets were putting it through.

The mangled, crumpled front of her Mini emerged slowly from the water.

A puff of air visibly left Tony's lungs, and when she dared to glance his way, she was certain his teeth would shatter if he clenched his jaw any harder.

The car was more than halfway out of the water now, and she bit her bottom lip, inspecting the dented roof, and what little space there was between the roof and the hood. Her brows furrowed, trying to remember exactly how she had managed to escape through the small opening, before the car slid further into the river.

His voice was painfully soft when he said her name.

She closed her eyes for a moment before facing him.

He glanced at the bandage on her left temple. "Didn't want to go with the ambulance, huh?"

The casualness didn't match the pain in his eyes.

"I am-"

He held up his hand. "You are not fine, you are lucky."

Her lips parted, she couldn't argue with that. She glanced at the wreckage, now on full display on the river bank. Something that barely passed as a chuckle left her lips. "Aren't you going to make a joke about my driving?"

His eyes narrowed briefly, then he nodded down the road at the dead deer. "These guys can come out of nowhere, even your IED evading skills won't help you with that."

She let out a real chuckle, and his hands reached for the lapels of his coat, pulling them closer together, wrapping her tighter in a poor substitute of an embrace. His fingers lingered and his gaze never wavered.

The sound of the tow truck engine stalled, distracting her, his warm right hand on her cheek drew her back to him.

He opened his mouth, nodded his head almost imperceptibly, pulled her tightly to him, one arm around her back, one hand holding the back of her head, fingers gently threading in her hair.

She felt stress vibrate through his body.

"I know you won't go to the hospital, but-"

"I will see Ducky."

A sigh of relief, and most of the tension, left his body. She briefly closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and relaxed into him, after a shiver ran through her body.

As he kissed the top of her head twice, she felt the adrenaline in her body had seemingly run its course. Her legs felt like jelly, and the vague sensation in her head was fast becoming a full blown headache.

Reluctantly she pulled back from his embrace, his hands once again making sure she was cocooned in his coat.

She glanced at what was left of the Mini, the carnage it had created on the trees and shrubs as it had crashed down the river bank, the poor deer, and the black skid marks on the asphalt. She really had been lucky to walk away mostly unscathed.

"I should buy a lottery ticket," she said with a smile as she met Tony's gaze.

He gently caressed her right cheek, a soft smile on his lips. "I already won the lottery."

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus

#tiva fanfiction #30 days of fall #my fanfiction

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sylokis · 4 years

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when you’re in a relationship but you just don’t know it yet

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pro-bee · 4 years

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Given how we have had to invent Tony and Ziva’s entire canon relationship offscreen I think CBS actually owes US money for doing all their work for them

#to be clear THIS IS A JOKE #why did we have to turn to fanfic for everything #why acknowledges their feelings for each other by not follow through????#EVEN AFTER THEY ESTABLISHED THEM AS CANON #we could have had it aaaaaaalllll #poor tiva

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factoffictionwriter · 4 years

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Tiva Fic Amnesty #8

Some distantly connected scenes involving Tony/Tali interaction. Way too short to post alone, so here they are. (The third one is years after the first two, just to be clear.)

“Come on, Waddles, throw me a bone here,” he begged.

Ziva pursed her lips, “She doesn’t like when you call her that.”

He rolled his eyes, “How do you know? Did she tell you?”

She sighed and held out a hand, gesturing for him to give her the spoon. He did so reluctantly, accepting the fact that this must be a mommy-day.

“Tali, open up,” she said in her best mommy-voice, moving the spoon slowly towards the squirming child.

Tali hesitated, seeming to look between her Ima and Abba as if weighing her odds of winning in the situation, before finally opening wide and letting Ziva feed her.

Tony stared, dumbfounded, “How do you do that?”

She shrugged as she picked up the jar of food and loaded the spoon up again, “It’s like training a dog. You have to establish dominance.”

“I’m dominant.”

She tossed her head back as she laughed, “You think you are dominant over her? Tony, you walked sideways for a week after you slept on the floor because she fell asleep on your chest and you didn’t want to wake her.”

“She looked too peaceful to wake up!”

“And what about the movie posters she tore up because you didn’t have the heart to take them away from her?”

“She was interested in bond, babe! What am I supposed to do, squash her interest in one of the best ongoing franchises of all time?”

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“Alright, little booger. What will we have to eat on this fine morning?,” Tony held up two equally unappealing tupperware containers to read as he slid onto the chair seated in front of his daughter’s highchair, “Do we want some mushy baby oatmeal? Or mushy baby cereal?”

Tali scrunched up her face as she twisted back in forth in her seat.

“That’s what I’m saying. Oatmeal it is.”

He twisted open the jar and dipped a spoon inside. He held the goop up to her face and she kindly declined by turning her cheek.

Tony sighed, “Can’t say I blame you.”

Ziva came around the corner in tight leggings and a loose tank top. She dropped her gym bag, or more appropriately her work bag since she really only used it when she was meeting with clients, on the floor beside the table and went to get some water.

“Babe, do we have anything for Tali that is… I don’t know… edible?”

She shook her head as she set down her glass and reached for the bag of bagels, “I am afraid we do not. Mush and goop are the best we can do for now. Until she decides to grow the rest of those teeth.”

“Can she split a bagel with me? If I tear it up into little pieces for her?”

Ziva hesitated as she looked down at the grain-filled snack. But when she looked back up, both her boyfriend and her daughter were giving her equally pathetic puppy dog eyes. It just wasn’t fair.

“Fine. Very small pieces,” she said as she reached into the bag and pulled one out.

Tony turned to his daughter and held up his hand. She pushed her palm against his in what was clearly meant as a high five.

Ziva shook her head, this time disapproving, “You two are a dangerous together, you know that?”

She went to put the bagel on the plastic ‘table’ in front of Tali and Tony stopped her, “Can you put my half in the toaster?”

She looked at him skeptically, “Can you not do that yourself?”

He scoffed, “I am feeding our daughter, Ziva. I’m a little busy.”

She sighed and pulled the bagel apart, leaving one half in front of her daughter and moving to shove the other in the toaster oven for a minute.

He was smiling at her when she turned around, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

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Tony gnawed on his lower lip, carefully turning the inflated piece of latex over in his hands. He fiddled with it, twisting and bending different parts until finally, finally, he got an idea.

“Alright,” He muttered while carefully holding the bottom half of the glove and twisting it a few times, “How’s this?”

He held his modified glove up to the flashlight, causing it to cast a shadow on the far wall: a particularly round top with three strategically spread out fingers emanating from the bottom. It seemed like a slam dunk. She had to recognize this one, right? What other animal had a bulbous head and several-

“Chicken!” Tali exclaimed, whipping her head in his direction and sending her canopy of curls flying in her wake.

Chicken? Tony squinted at the shadow for a few seconds. How had she landed on chicken?

“Uh, no, T. Not quite. See, these are like-”

“Fishie!”

“Well, that’s closer. It’s like-”

“Puppy dog!”

“Puppy…” He let out a sigh, feeling genuinely defeated for a long moment. But then he caught a glance of his daughter, having rolled onto her knees and pressed her lips together in an all too familiar smirk, and chuckled. “Alright, alright. You’re messing with me.”

She nodded, reaching out to flick one of the ‘tentacles’ for emphasis, “It’s an octopus… with only three legs.”

“Everyone’s a critic, eh?

#The final bit was actually a horrifically failed quarantine ficlet #oh well #it can go here #tiva #tivali #tony and tali #are adorable #really wish we could have seen them interact more #especially when she got older #but alas #tiva fanfic #fanfiction #factoffiction #factoffictionwriter #factoffiction amnesty week #amnesty #amnesty fic

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thanks--for--listening · 5 years

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an audience of one

YES i’ve created a monster and wrote tiva family fluff instead of doing homework. takes place vaguely after the reunion. shoutout to whoever made that headcannon about tony giving tali nicknames i don’t remember who you are but i loved it so i kinda ran with it a bit. also on AO3

There was something about an empty apartment that Ziva found incredibly calming. Maybe it was the promise of a new beginning, the lack of any baggage, physical or metaphorical. Maybe it was the way the wood floors seemed to shine under the sunlight coming through the windows, making the room glow in the soft light of the DC sunset.

Or maybe it was the fact that she was there with Tony and Tali, and that as of a few days ago, the place was officially theirs.

“Alright,” Tony said, looking down at his phone. They all sat on the floor, the three of them surrounding a nearly empty pizza box. “The Paris furniture and extra boxes are on their way as we speak. We should be sleeping in beds and cooking real food in no time.”

“But I like eating pizza on the floor!” Tali said, and Ziva couldn’t help but laugh.

“I do too, kid, but we can’t show Ima our insane cooking skills if all we eat is pizza, can we?”

“Oh, I would love to see what kind of meals you’ve been living off of these past few years,” Ziva said with a smile, and Tony gave her that look, the one with fire in his eyes and unspoken suggestions in his smile. She’d spent far too long ignoring that look.

“Hey, Little T,” he said, eyes lingering on Ziva before they turned to Tali. “Why don’t you go look through the couple of boxes we do have and see if you can find anything fun you want us to do tonight?”

She nodded, running off into what would soon become her bedroom. Ziva waited until she heard the door shut before turning toward him. “Little T?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he said sheepishly. “Not my best work, I’ll admit.”

“No, it’s cute.” She smiled. “Where did it come from?”

“Her name never sounded right coming from me.” She frowned at his words. “It’s just,” he added quickly, “you always had a way of saying it that just, I don’t know, elevated it. I could never match your accent, and it felt...sacrilegious, to have her hear it in any way other than the way it was meant to be heard.”

“Oh.”

“It’s kind of become a running joke, now,” he said with a soft smile, staring at the room Tali had entered. “I’m always coming up with more and more ridiculous nicknames. I think she likes it, especially now that she has someone to show her the beauty of her actual name.”

“Glad we’ve got that established, then,” Ziva said. She hadn’t thought this far, hadn’t wondered how parenting with someone else would be, now that she’d lost so much time. What if her and Tony only worked as a maybe, as something better in idea than in practice? What if they knew how to be together, but not how to raise a child? What if they’d both gotten used to single parenthood, and adding another person sent the whole thing crashing and burning, and her coming back only did more damage than good? What if her very presence was just the start of her ruining the lives of the two most important people in the world?

“You know, we really did do everything out of order,” Tony said, knocking her out of her own head and back into the moment. She looked at him, and could have sworn that he could hear just what thoughts were running through her head. Even after all this time, he still knew her better than anyone.

“We did, didn’t we?”

“I mean, we went from years of pining, to me chasing you halfway across the earth, to a magical one night stand ending in a goodbye that I’ve definitely seen in a Hallmark movie before, to a kid? And a kid that we’ve never actually raised together?”

Ziva laughed, even though her heart sank at the thought of all their wasted time, of her own self-destructive choices. “You know,” she said, ignoring the list of missed opportunities that haunted her memory. “I don’t think you’ve ever asked me out.”

“Come on, I definitely asked you out at least once in the past decade.”

“Nope. I distinctly recall that the few times we…spent time together, way back when,” she said with a coy smile, “it was me who made the first move.”

“Well, I’m not sure I would consider anything we did from that first summer as a date,” he said quietly, giving her a look that made her want to make him remember just how they’d spent their time all those years ago, that summer after they’d first met. And a couple summers after that. And that last time in Israel.

“Either way, the fact is that I believe you, Anthony DiNozzo, owe me a date.”

“Where do you want to go? On this momentous first date of ours?” He laughed, then said, “I’d take you anywhere, you know,” and he was still smiling but he'd lost the joking tone he spoke with earlier. “I’d fly back to Paris if you wanted to.”

“I would love to see the opera,” she sighed. “Would love to take Tali there.”

“I’ll book tickets as soon as we get WiFi installed.”

“Are you sure?”

“If we wait too long, we won’t be able to get good seats, Ziva.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I mean...with us, and with Tali now, there’s so much more to think about.”

“...And? What does that have to do with the opera?”

“What if we try...this,” she said, motioning between the two of them, “and it doesn’t work?”

“You really think that’ll happen?”

“Of course not, but we don’t have just ourselves to think about anymore, Tony. What if we crash and burn, and Tali is left to suffer the consequences?”

“We won’t let that happen.”

“I’m just saying,” she said. “I think we should ease into this. Move slowly.”

“Slowly?” He laughed as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, and she never wanted to hear that sound ever again. “This hasn’t been slow enough for you?”

“That’s not what I meant—“

“Because I think we’ve spent enough time waiting, and I for one—.”

“You think I don’t want you?” She asked, and he froze, mouth open, words dying on the tip of his tongue. “More than anything, I want to dive head first into this, into us. But I would never forgive myself if we try and rush something and end up ruining it, and then Tali gets stuck with parents who can’t stand each other.”

“You know that’s the last thing I want,” he said, voice serious and smile gone.

“Good. Me too.”

“But Ziva, we can’t just tiptoe around one another again. I don’t think I’ll survive it, being this close to you without getting to touch you. Without getting to kiss you. I can’t hide my feelings anymore, not even if I wanted to.”

“Neither can I,” She said, “which is why I have absolutely no idea what to do. How to do...this.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, laying back until he was fully extended on the hard floor. She followed suit, and for a moment they stayed there, side by side, the sounds of the city softly surrounding them

“Hey Ziva,” He said after a moment. “Why did it take us so long? If we both knew how we felt, and we both suspected the other felt the same, why didn’t we ever do anything?”

“I don’t know about you,” she said, eyes still staring up at the ceiling, “but I know that I valued your friendship too much to risk losing it at the chance of something more. I thought, better to have part of you than none of you.”

“I felt the same exact way.” He turned to face her, and she turned too, until they were laying on their sides, faces inches away from one another. “I mean, I’ve never had anything quite like what we had, and we didn’t have anything more than a — well, than whatever it was. Friendship, I guess, but it always felt deeper than that. I couldn’t act with you the way I did with anyone else, because I knew almost from the moment I met you that you weren’t like anyone else.”

“Almost from the moment you met me?”

“Well, let’s say that first conversation left me a bit off guard. Didn’t know quite what to feel back then.”

“Oh, you mean when I caught you having phone sex?” She whispered in his ear, and she laughed at the way he still blushed, even after all this time.

“Hush with that language,” he whispered back, and she didn’t know how it was possible for them to get closer, but here he was, lips just a breath away from hers, and she found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes away from them. “There’s a child in the house.”

“Our child,” she whispered back, and they stayed there, neither of them so much as breathing. She felt as if time stood still, slowed down all around them. Her gaze drifted from his eyes down to his lips and back up again, and he arched an eyebrow just slightly. The invitation was there, and she knew he’d wait for her, leave the choice in her hands. All she had to do was jump.

The sound of footsteps running down the hall broke the moment, sent them each leaning back just slightly. She blinked, as if waking up from a dream, and he did the same.

“Aba! Look what I found!” Tali yelled, and Ziva’s breath disappeared at the sight of her. She could hear Tony respond, but it was as if she was underwater. His voice was muffled beyond recognition, the words themselves indistinguishable. The only thing she could see was Tali, practically glowing under the light coming through the window, smiling at her like she’d put the sun in the sky, twirling and giggling as she did.

“You put her in ballet lessons?” She whispered, trying to hold onto the tears in her eyes. She felt Tony put his hand in hers, but she couldn’t look away from her daughter, in pink ballet shoes and a poofy tutu that seemed to engulf her tiny frame.

“She’s pretty good too, I think. Although, this was always your area of expertise.”

“Thank you,” She said, forcing herself to turn toward him.

“You know, since the moment she came to DC, every decision I’ve made has been done after wondering what you would do. You may not have been here, but don’t think you haven’t had a part in raising our child, Ziva.”

She nodded. What words could she possibly say to describe the weight that seemed to slowly fall off her shoulders, the pride and gratefulness that flowed through every cell in her body, the relief and ease and love that nearly overwhelmed her, in the best possible way? No language she knew had any arrangement of letters that could properly express the sentiment.

He squeezed her hand, and she wondered whether she’d ever get used to the way he always knew how to read her mind, how to look into her eyes and see everything she was and everything she hoped to be.

He let go, but only to fiddle with his phone. “Alright, you ready Tater Tot?” He asked, and Ziva turned back to look at Tali, standing in front of them expectantly. “Do you remember the moves, or do you want me to do it with you?”

“You do it with me!” She laughed, and he turned to Ziva, gave her a look that she recognized from every movie he’d ever shown her, the one that only two parents, two halves of a whole, could give one another. She’d spent years wanting to share that look with someone, to share it with him. She pinched herself as he stood up and clicked play on his phone, because everything about this moment had come straight from her wildest, most hopeful dreams, the ones she used to keep herself going in the years she spent alone. She watched as they danced, the music echoing off the hardwood floors, the whole house becoming their stage in a performance for an audience of one.

#please let me know what you think i love that shit #tiva #fanifc #ncis #ziva david #tony dinozzo #tali david dinozzo #ao3 #TFLO3 #oh and like i know sometimes people tag other people in fics #does anyone want me to do that?#because i will i just never talk to people so idk who would want that lolol

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ranger-of-estel · 5 years

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Tiva - Home at last

So this is entirely unbeta’d, and frankly I should have been in bed long before now. But I finally started catching up on this season of NCIS, and it gave me all the feels! Tiva was my first OTP, and I cannot explain how happy I am that after more than a decade my babies get to be happy together. May write more depending on what the writers give me to work with.

So yeah...spoilers for S17 (Canon compliant through 17x02...haven’t watched more than that yet...so unsure about more recent episodes)

Tiva....sorta established?

When Ziva finally makes her way to Tony & Tali she finds she cannot quite muster the courage to step back into their lives. She tells herself it’s just surveillance, that she wants to find time to talk to Tony alone first. After all, what if things have changed? What if Tali doesn’t remember her? What if Tony doesn’t want her in his life?

Two weeks of following in the shadows, and a series of encouraging texts from the team in DC and she finally bites the bullet. She walks up to the door; Tony is working from home today and Tali has just left for school. She takes one more slow breath, tries to push away the hope that Tony still cares for her the way she never stopped loving him. She gives three short knocks, and then waits.

She knows it’s only a minute, maybe two before she hears footsteps…but it feels like an eternity. She hears the lock being undone, then the turning of the knob before the door begins to open. Tony freezes, staring as if he’s not quite sure she’s real.

“Hello, Tony.” Her pulse is like thunder in her ears; watching as his body language shifts. Disbelief shifts to joy, then anger that lingers only a moment before he’s looking at her with something she can only label Hope.

“Ziva…” he breathes her name, and her heart constricts at the warmth in the word.

She fights the lump in her throat, “I’m sorry-“

She’s cut off from saying more as he steps forward, pulling her into a crushing hug. His face is buried in the crook of her neck, lips brushing against her skin as he speaks. “I don’t care, just tell me this is real.”

“I’m here,” is all she can manage; wrapping her arms around him, breathing him in. “I came home.”

She feels his shuddering breath before he pulls back. There are tears in his eyes, one hand coming up to cradle her face. “I missed you, so much.” His voice waivers, and it kills her to think of hurting him.

“I missed you too.” She offers a small smile, reaching up to brush a tear from his cheek. “But I want to fix this…if you’ll allow me?”

He shakes his head, but there’s an almost smile on his lips. “Do you really need to ask?” And just like that a burden is lifted from her chest, and it takes everything in her not to start crying. “Come on Zee,” he reaches down to take her hand, tugging her into the apartment.

They settle on the couch, slightly angled so they face one another. “I’m guessing this is what Gibbs called me about?”

She nods, “I told him not to say anything. I wanted to be the one to explain things.” She looks down at her hands for a long moment. “I’m sure you have questions.”

“Honestly, right now I could care less.” She looks back up; and despite the years he looks just like she remembers when he smiles like that. “I’m just glad your back.” He frowns, “I didn’t believe it, when they said you’d died.” He looks at her, almost pleading. “I wanted to come looking for you, to find the people responsible…But,”

“I know.” And she does. If there was one thing she was sure of, even more than Gibbs, it was that Tony would always come for her. She reaches out to lay her hand over his, “but Tali needed you.”

He nods, offering a breathy laugh. “Yeah, turns out I needed her too.” His gaze shifts to a shelf of pictures, Ziva following his gaze until he speaks again. “I wish you’d told me.”

She sighs, returning her attention to him. “I didn’t want you giving up your life for us.” She shakes her head, “I sent you home, I couldn’t turn around and ask you to move to Israel for me.”

He looks like he’s about to retort but shakes his head, “what’s past is past.” He looks down where her hand rests over his, the other hand coming up to brush along the same scar Gibbs had traced not so long ago. “Is it over? Whatever was keeping you from us?”

“Yes,” she frowns, “we are safe, at least from that threat.”

“Good,” he nods, “and when you are ready, you can tell me…but for now.” He rises, grinning as he offers her his hand. “May I take you out for lunch?”

She feels herself smile, reaching out to accept his hand. “I suppose I could set aside some time.”

Lunch is a simple affair; and yet it’s as if the whole world has shifted. They fall back into place so easily, bantering and teasing. He tells he about Tali, about his father, about settling in a new city. She tells him about the places she’s seen, about the team when she visited and a little about the mission that has kept her away.

By the time they go to pick up Tali she feels more content than she has in years. She hangs back as they approach the school, Tony pausing to look back at her. “Hey,” he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, “it’s alright.”

“But,” she takes an uneven breath. “What if she doesn’t know me?”

He softens, stepping closer to her. “She knows exactly who you are.” He offers a little shrug, “you aren’t the only one who can tell stories.”

The bell rings and the children begin to filter out. Ziva sees her bouncing down the steps, blond curls framing her face and a huge grin as she sees Tony. As she gets closer Tony simply steps aside; Tali’s eyes widening as she freezes. “Eema?”

“Tali…” The knot is back in her throat, tears blurring her vision.

“Eema!!” Tali runs to her mother’s waiting arms, wrapping her arms around Ziva’s neck in a tight embrace.

Ziva can’t help the sob that escapes her, clinging tightly to her baby. “I missed you.” She lifts her up, peppering her hair and crown with kisses.

Tony gives them space, before eventually stepping closer to wrap both of them in his arms. Laughter bubbles past Ziva’s lips for the first time in longer than she can remember. It may have taken years in darkness and pain…but her family is safe, and finally she is home.

#Tiva #Tony DiNozzo #Ziva David #tali david dinozzo #NCIS #Season 17 #Canon Compliant (I think?)#reunion fic

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hopeless-nostalgiac · 5 years

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Blessing: Tiva Fic

Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing. Summary: Tony was under the impression this was a courtesy. More courtesy than Eli deserved, at that. Nothing more. Established Tiva. A/N: Let me how you liked it, if you’re so inclined. :) Also, this is a stand alone for now, but maybe not forever.

Tags? Idk who wants one anymore. @classydepablo @loudlooks @youaresoooloved @coffeedepablo @mcgeekle

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They started up the staircase, in sync as usual, but apart. Then Ziva reached for his hand. That half-second seeking him out, drawing him close, wanting him with her—well, it was everything. Their serendipitous first meeting to the phone call they were about to make, life snapped vividly to alignment with the simple gesture.

It made Tony feel like a total jerk.

For the past week, he’d been secretly hoping Gibbs or the director—heck, SecNav—would put the kibosh on the plan. Using government property for personal communications was against some NCIS rule, right? But Ziva had made the request, Vance had honored the strange position he occupied in the David family mosaic by approving it, and now—

Tony would have her six, his own doubts be damned. They were in this, every step, together.

Despite their joined hands, he jogged to keep up with her. “You ready?”

“Yes.” Her mouth sealed flat again after the rushed utterance. Open. “Are you?” Shut.

“I was born ready!”

An arched eyebrow broke rank with her guarded expression, questioning his enthusiasm.

“White Lightning. 1973. Gator McKlusky. ‘The good, they die young!’ Not Burt Reynolds’s best, but it--”

“Tony.”

“Right. Focus. Got it.”

Was her palm slick with nerves, or his? Probably both. The deserted office at their backs, they stepped onto the platform. Ziva unlocked the door with her eye. A technician dialed the Tel Aviv number. They were doing this. They were commandeering MTAC for a chat with the Director of Mossad.

“Abba?”

Oh, and Ziva’s father. One in the same guy.

Static hissed and popped on the wall-to-wall screen.

“Abba? Can you hear us—”

“Ziva, there is no need to shout. I am here.�� Out of the snow, from across the world, emerged an old man. Older than two years should have aged him. More white than grey around the temples; deeper lines etched into sun-leathered skin. A milder gaze? Maybe it was the spotty satellite connection. A zebra didn’t change his stripes, especially if the zebra was Eli David.

“Shalom, Abba.”

“Shalom, my daughter. You look well.”

No thanks you!

Tony kept the snark to himself, despite the awkward pause—a clarion call to his defensive humor. The silence was punctuated only by beeps and whirs of technology on their side; the director seemed to be in a wood-paneled study, alone.

The corners of Ziva’s mouth twitched. Reflex, not sentiment. “Thank you.”

Eli nodded and did not force her hesitancy, instead shifted his focus. “I see Agent DiNozzo is joining us.”

Tony ignored the displeasure in the elder’s tone. “Eli, hi. It’s been awhile. Is that a new tan?”

Her fingers flexed and tightened within in his grip. Behave. “We apologize for the early hour there. I wished to speak to you before Shabbat.”

“How thoughtful of you, but it is no trouble. With age comes a new routine. I am up before the sun most days.”

“So that’s where Ziva gets it.” Tony released a reckless, nervous stream of chuckles. “For running, you know? She gets up early, too, t-to do that.” His eyes darted between the Davids. Neither seemed amused.

Eli coughed, clearing dust and gravel. Years of barking orders had caught up to him, if not the cigars. “Ziva owes her discipline to us. The Mossad’s training.”

Us?

So sharp was the scoff, it scored Tony’s throat on the way out. He’d tried to be civil, for Ziva. He really had. And it’d lasted a whopping two minutes. Who said miracles didn’t happen?

“Ah, I see how it is. You’re all about taking credit, Eli, but what about the blame? Where should that fall?”

There was no trick of the connection. Shadows sliced across the older man’s face. His mouth flattened. He leaned in, dominating the frame. “Tread carefully, Agent DiNozzo. You understand little of what you accuse me.”

“I understand plenty. What I don’t get is how you—her father, in case that’s somehow slipped your mind—couldn’t spare a few agents from your stable to rescue your only living child from that God-forsaken—”

“That does not concern you,” Eli roared.

“The hell is doesn’t!”

Ziva threw up her arms, as if keeping them from a physical fight. “Enough, both of you. Abba.” She regarded his looming figure with her spine tall, chin high. Ever the soldier. “Tony and I are engaged. That is why we have contacted you. We will be married in October.”

From Eli’s reaction, she might have given him the weather forecast. Mostly overcast, a chance of storms. His features, wrinkles, emotion smoothed banal. Even his words lacked feeling. “I suppose I should not be surprised.”

“Actually, it’s pronounced congratulations,” Tony gritted out, signalling to the technician. “Shalom, Eli.”

The oversized screen returned to static, and Ziva rounded on him. “Why did you do that?”

He gaped. “Seriously? You need me to explain?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Your dad was being an ass, babe.”

“You baited him,” she challenged, chin thrusting.

“And he took it.” Hazel eyes blazed into hers. “He knows what he did to you.”

Her gaze returned fire. “This was not about getting a confession. I knew he would not... I was only trying to—”

“What? What do you need?” Tony stepped closer, sliding his hand over the silk of her shirt to her waist. He was under the impression this was a courtesy. More courtesy than Eli deserved, at that. Nothing more.

Ziva glanced up at him—there and gone. A puff of her coconut and honey shampoo wafted in the draft. “It does not matter now.” Then she was striding, fast, for the door.

But he saw it. Glimpsed in that half-glance, before she tore herself away from him: the spring and run of a single, plump tear across her cheek.

The pang of guilt struck, silvery and cold like the remnants of adrenaline in his veins, as they left the Navy Yard. It festered in his gut, fed by her silence and straight stare on the drive north through the evening glow.

A console separated them, mere inches, yet Tony bit his tongue. Literally. Forcing a conversation would stoke the embers of her mood, or be cut off with monosyllabic rebukes. The therapist would approve of them “de-escalating” before talking it out, but all he wanted was to fix this. Peeks at his partner’s reflection in the car window fanned his frustration. The glare of passing streetlamps illuminated not anger in her face, that beautiful face he fell asleep gazing into each night, but a crater of desolate ache.

Eli, you bastard.

He fought the urge to swing the car toward Dulles, hop a plane to Israel, and challenge the spy puppeteer to a ��conference room’ rematch. He had more than enough ammo—nightmares, anxiety, month-long funks—to go round after round with the heavyweight. And he’d win, too. Again.

“I can hear your teeth grinding, Tony.” Her warm fingers brushed his jaw, bumping along stubble and coiled tension. He unclenched.

“Your suffering in silence is pretty loud, too, Ziva.”

Her hand stilled at his neck, dropping away and folding with its pair in her lap. “I am not suffering. I simply do not have anything else to say.”

Like hell you don’t.

Tony allowed the thread to dangle. They were speaking to each other, though. Sort of. “Well, do you have an opinion on dinner? I’m starvin’ like Lee Marvin.” His upturned fist hovered above the gear shift.

They were in the middle of a rock-paper-scissors tournament, the ultimate loser of which would move his or her possessions across the city into one shared apartment prior to the wedding (he was confident it was going to be her doing the packing).

Smirking, Ziva set. They went three brisk rounds, his rock taking two. She growled; he whooped triumphantly.

“And that makes it DiNozzo 32, David 26.”

“You cheated.”

“I don’t need to cheat,” he countered, keeping an eye on the road. “You’re just a sore loser who’s having Thai tonight.”

A bounce of her shoulders made a noise against the leather seat. “I would have chosen that anyway.”

“How ‘bout you choose where we sleep?” Tony found her thigh in the dark, squeezed. Her muscles tightened in response.

“How about I let you sleep with me tonight?”

Moisture evacuated his mouth. “Your place it is.”

......

One by one, Tony toed off his dress loafers, shed his suit jacket, and loosened the tie knot from his throat. A couple stumbling steps and he collapsed onto the bed, releasing a gargantuan sigh that was part exhaustion, part pillowtop-induced bliss. He’d helped her pick it out, after Somalia, without knowing his future self would someday also reap its benefits.

He dragged his mouth from the duvet. “Ziva!”

Boots grazed the wood floor, closer and closer. Her left hip swerved into view, a sliver of thigh, bare knee, and—yes—all of her. Ziva owed the bedroom doorway, wine glass in hand, glossy ringlets pulled over one shoulder. He was a lucky man.

“Was shouting necessary, Tony?”

“Wherever we end up living, this bed is coming with us.”

Her throaty chuckles electrified the skin on the nape of his neck. “I believe that earns me a point.” She tipped the glass. Ruby liquid rushed forward, greedy for her mouth.

“You wish.” Transfixed, he bit his bottom lip. “That wine looks good.”

“It is.”

“Can I get a taste?”

Ziva set the empty glass on the nightstand, the last drops going down her throat with a deep, visible swallow.

Miffed, if a little turned on, Tony flopped back, tucking an arm under his head. “You need to repeat kindergarten, Da-veed.”

“I am fluent in nine languages—why would I need that?” The bed jostled; some part of her—a soft, yielding part—bumped his knee. Everything below his belt was now tingling.

“I meant you need to learn to, uh, share.” His stance lacked emphasis. Ziva stretched out alongside him, not unlike a Greek goddess on a daybed, plumping her lips, tinted and gently smiling. A lucky man, indeed.

“I do not like to share what I love.”

The brew of her languid words and sweet, heady breath overwhelmed the circuits in his brain that would have furthered their banter, supplied a witty comebacker. All that remained was primal wiring and a longing he often wondered about: how it started under his ribs and spread, a good poison, to the pads of his fingers, the base of his throat, the very bottom of his spine where it gave way to his derrière. His body on her drug.

“Ziva...” Her name danced within the parentheses of their bodies. She answered, leaning, her mouth dead-on aim with his mouth, an infernal latch sealing out air and thought.

His fingers dove through her hair, weaving strands into reigns, while her hands sought a lower destination on his form, eliciting arches and premature thrusts. Always so eager, his Ziva.

Tony said as much, gasped over her jaw, planting a kiss there, too; he wasn’t complaining.

Golden sparks of mischief permeated the midnight of her blown-out pupils. “We must hurry. The food will be here in 30 minutes or less.”

A bout of mutual chuckles overcame them like a rain shower, shocking and head-clearing. For him, at least. Made room for dangling threads...

“Hey, you know what I was thinking?”

Ziva hummed, unbuttoning his shirt and nibbling his neck simultaneously.

“Even if I hadn’t baited Eli—sorry about that, by the way—there was no excuse for how he reacted. ‘I shouldn’t be surprised’ or whatever? I mean, come on, what is that? Not father-of-the-bride material.”

Tony’s rambling had a cooling effect on his fiancée. Her ministrations stalled and she regarded him with a look he knew well. Seriously, now?

“Right. Sorry.” Using the hand tangled in her curls, he coaxed her back, double-kissed her parted lips. “But it’s just that—”

“Tony! I told you, it does not matter,” Ziva huffed, reclaiming her points of contact from his skin.

His grip merely shifted, molding to the side of her face. Keeping her with him. In this, together. “Well, it matters to me because it obviously upset you. We can try calling him again tomorrow, if you want.” Though his teeth might be ground-down stubs by the conversations’ end.

Ziva lapsed into the faraway stare from the ride home, narrowed in on the pattern of his tie, yet somewhere beyond him as well, beyond the bedroom and the apartment that might become theirs, beyond the city itself. Eventually she blinked and spoke toward his chest. “No. That would not change anything. Abba is...Abba.”

“Yeah.”

“He will not change, either.”

“But you still want his blessing,” Tony said, circling the rise of her cheekbone with his thumb.

The corners of her eyes creased as she met his gaze. “Why do you say that?”

“Because for two years you barely mention the guy’s name, unless it’s on the therapist’s couch or in a string of Hebrew I don’t understand. Then we get engaged, and after Gibbs and the team, Eli’s the next person you want to tell the good news.” He wrapped a ringlet around her ear, testing out a smile. “Plus, I am a highly-trained investigator trained to pick up on the subtleties of these things, after all.”

“Perhaps too well trained.” A rueful admission.

Tony preened. “Wow, I was just bluffing.”

Swatting his shoulder, Ziva released a noisy tumble of breath. The creases smoothed. Her lips lifted, as did her hands, sliding his face between the matching hollows of her palms. “You asked me what I need, yes?”

“I did.”

“I need to marry you, Tony DiNozzo, never mind what my father or anyone else thinks. I need you.”

Mingled determination and grace laid bare to him. Only him. He couldn’t look away. Even as his heartbeat took up, pounding out joy and relief where she rested her elbows, steadying herself by him, shuffling into the shadow of his body.

“I can definitely help you with that.” The promise whispered through his painful grin, into her hair—just as the doorbell chimed.

#tiva #tiva fanfiction #ziva david #blessing fic #tat fic #tony dinozzo #ncis #it's a wonder this came together #since i'm teaching summer school and it's bleeding all my time!

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indestinatus · 4 years

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Sugar & Spice

TIVATOBER 2020 // DAY 4

↳ prompt: Pumpkin Spice - rated M (1,255 words)

summary: Ziva makes use of the early morning to bake. Tony is too sleepy to process anything. Established Tiva.

A/N: I took some liberties with the pumpkin spice prompt lol it has pumpkin? in a way? haha very fall-themed, I think. Slightly NSFW, so watch out for that.

read it on AO3 🥧

She tried to find a nearby surface to clean her flour-covered hands, but nothing was close enough or clean enough, so she decided it would be easier to just finish the dough and tidy everything up later.

Ziva eyed the table for a while, processing the time she would need to do that afterward. Half an hour? Twenty minutes? With the bowls used to make the fillings and the various measuring cups and spoons spread across the jam-stained tablecloth, she had made quite a mess without realizing it.

Still focused on calculating the needed time, Ziva jumped a little when she felt his hands hold her by the waist, coming from behind.

"Hmm, what are you doing?" Tony’s voice was slurred with sleep as he nudged his nose in the crook of her neck.

"Baking," was Ziva’s reply, and she felt his chuckle reverberate across her back.

"Yeah, I can see that." He planted a kiss just beneath her ear, and an uninvited chill ran down her spine at the sensation.

"Cinnamon rolls." Ziva let her head fall onto Tony’s shoulder, pulling his hands tighter around her body. She must have got his arms dirty with flour, but he didn't seem to care. His body felt unfairly warm against hers.

She felt him draw back slightly from her neck to look at the mess of the table.

"It's 4 am," he mumbled, a tinge of judgment in his voice.

Ziva looked at the clock to see that it was true, a soft smile appearing at the corner of her lips. She hadn’t realized it was still that early - maybe she had more time to clean everything up than she thought.

"I wanted to make them in time for breakfast."

Tony huffed. "Tomorrow… today? It’s a weekday, don't know if you know this."

"I know. They are for Ducky, actually,” Ziva replied, recalling the conversation she had with him just the previous evening. “He said he missed his mother's ones she used to bake every fall." Ducky’s mother had died last winter, and that detail had stuck in her mind for some reason.

Tony stretched a hand to dip his finger onto a bowl of filling, bringing it to his lips a second later.

"Hmm,” he mumbled as he tasted it. “Sweet."

A spark of pride flickered inside Ziva’s chest.

"They're pumpkin flavored."

Tony kissed the back of her head, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I was talking about you, actually."

Another shudder ran down her spine at his words, and Ziva couldn’t stop herself from smiling then, her heart skipping a beat.

He must have sensed her appreciation, though, because Tony started planting soft kisses at the side of her jaw as he pulled her closer, his body now towering her from behind. Some giggles escaped her from the tickling sensation of his still to shave stubble, but that didn’t slow him down.

The kisses quickly turned into nibbles where her neck met her shoulder, and Ziva found herself tilting her head to expose the skin of her throat without thinking. Tony’s tongue swirled over her pulse, and she had to bite her bottom lip to stop the moan that had risen once he hummed against her skin.

"Ah,” Ziva breathed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “Tony. I really want to finish this in time."

"Hm, just go ahead." He nibbled her earlobe.

"Well, I can't."

Ziva felt his hands going underneath her sweater, the warmth coming from them making her head spin.

"Hm, why not?" He mumbled against her neck, just as he softly bit the skin there and then soothed it with a brush of his tongue.

"Well, you prove to be really distracting sometimes." Ziva wet her own lips, feeling a bit breathless with the nonstop attention her neck was receiving.

"Sometimes?"

She chuckled at his smugness and Tony’s hands trailed north under her shirt, his knuckles grazing the arc of her breast.

"Please?" Ziva pleaded, even though some part of her just wanted to give in and let the plans aside for another day.

Tony didn’t help at all, pushing his weight onto her backside. "C'mon,” he said just in her ear, “You need some spice with all that sugar."

One of his fingers brushed agaisnt her nipple and Ziva felt tingles firing low in her belly as Tony started to suck her pulse at the same time. Before she could hold herself back, Ziva’s hand shot up to run her fingers through his hair, and the current length of it made her a little bit more alert.

"How old are you again?” Ziva tried to come back to reality, his breathing still making her feel a little bit lightheaded as it grazed her neck. “A middle-aged uncle making poor attempts at flirting?"

Tony chuckled against her skin, his arm circling her tighter. "Yes. Exactly that.” He planted a quick kiss at her jaw. “Except I'm an only child, sorry."

Kisses restarting at her neck, Ziva almost couldn’t register his words as she let out a moan and Tony’s gripping became more possessive, a low groan muttered next to her ear and he pushed himself again hard against her back.

When his fingers started to play with her sweatpants waistband, though, some sense returned to Ziva, and she inhaled deeply before turning to meet his eyes.

"Tony." She lifted an eyebrow, amused at the slight frown that marked his still sleep dazed face, his eyelids heavy as his gaze darted from her eyes to her lips.

"Fine,” Tony said at last, retrieving his hands after a moment of hesitation from under her shirt. “I'll let you be.” He leaned in to press his lips briefly against hers. “Just come back to bed when you’re done?"

Ziva nodded, smiling softly. "I will do that.” She kissed him again, their noses bumping in the process and making her chuckle. “Thank you."

Tony hummed against her lips, then smiled lazily right before pulling her again for another kiss, this time spinning her to fully hug her by the waist. Ziva let her hands raise to circle his neck, and when her fingers ran again through his hair, Tony let his tongue brush her lower lip.

She broke the kiss with a smile, knowing full well that if they continued, this would escalate into even a bigger mess and a couple of hours wouldn’t be enough to let them get to work in time.

Tony nodded, a sparkle in his eyes, then retreated. His hands lifted to cup Ziva’s cheeks, and he angled her head down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"My cinnamon roll," he said, a smile clear in his voice.

Ziva chuckled. "That one was even worse."

"Sorry if I'm not on top of my game before the sun has even risen.” His hands hesitated to leave her, but he took a step back towards the bedroom.

“Catch me in a few hours though," Tony added with a wink as he brushed spots of flour from his forearms and hair.

Ziva’s heart swelled at how adorable he looked, and a smile twitched on her lips. "Love you.” She blew you a kiss in his direction.

Tony watched her for a moment and she wondered if he had changed his mind and would come closer again, but he stayed in his place. He eyed the cinnamon dough still to be made on the table and shook his head, huffing softly.

"I love you, too."

#tiva #tiva fanfiction #tivatober2020 #once upon a halloween #my fics #established tiva #!!! as a treat cuz i need them in love okay

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