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floraltypes · 3 years

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Owe Me a Coffee

who - gibbs x reader

tw - mentions of sex, fires, blood, beatings, death

an - I took french for two years, but I’m not fluent and had to use a translating app so I hope it isn’t too bad ! Request something as well, I finally got them working :)

uneditied :/

“Damn you DiNozzo,” You cursed, staring at the man and moving your hand to smack him up besides the head.

You couldn’t help but think back to this morning, getting stuck with the annoying, cocky, flirty, obnoxious, co-worker. Doing a undercover mission with him definitely wasn’t your first choice, you’d rather do paperwork at this point.

“Huh?” You looked at Gibbs like he had just said a alien had landed down at the NCIS building asking for you. “You want me with Tony?”

“Yeah, did I say it in some other language? You and DiNozzo are going undercover, found a marine’s wife dead, along with her killers. Abby was able to access their computers and found out they were doing hit man work, and the director wants us to locate their boss. But since the two are dead now, we need some people to go undercover, you two,” He reminded you, reading the case the five of you were all taking on now.

“Oh, ho, ho!” Tony laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him. “Looks like little Y/n finally gets a chance with the Tony master.”

“Tony master? Is that another cocky Tony name to make him feel better about himself?” Ziva wondered.

“It’s what my last babe called me, the master, so why not add Tony in front of it?” He smiled, getting smacked in the back of the head by Gibbs.

“You’ll be undercover, not as yourselves. So, refrain from the names DiNozzo.”

“Got it boss!” He exclaimed, shooting you a wink before you turned back to your computer.

“L/n, Elevator, now.” Gibbs commanded, and you quickly stood up to follow after him.

“Do you ever wonder who Gibbs is getting it with?” David asked, standing beside DiNozzo and McGee as they watched you and Gibbs enter the elevator.

“It’s ‘getting it on with’ and yes, I think we all do.” Tony corrected her. “But I doubt he is, because if he was, he might be happier.”

“Well, just because you go to school, it doesn’t make you smart. A perfect example is you, Tony,” David turned towards the man with a smile and pinched his cheek, Tony slapping the hand away.

“I actually get some, doubt Probie has ever had any.”

“Well, I actually-“

“If you have to say ‘actually’ while talking about sex it’s probably a lie. So, probie, just dream out your fantasies without getting them mixed up with real life,” DiNozzo smirked, smacking his back while moving to his own computer.

You were on the elevator, looking at your boss who clicked the ‘Emergency Stop’ button, causing the transportation to pause its route.

“Yeah, Gibbs?” You leaned onto the back of the elevator, a small smile playing out on your lips as you smiled at the man.

“I’m putting you on because I need someone convincing. So, put on your acting skills and make it work,” He mentioned, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, yeah. I took drama for two years in high school just for this moment,” You joked. “You’re going to owe me a nice, creamed, coffee because of this.”

“And if I don’t? Right now, I’m your boss, I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“Good to know, boss.” You moved in front of him and unlocked the button. “I’ll keep that in mind for my acting, I just hope you don’t mind, boss,” The doors soon opened and you exited, walking into Abby’s area.

“Ah Gibbs! L/n! What do I owe this pleasure?” Abby greeted, taking a large sip of her drink.

“Are you running the prints on the gun found by the female hit man?” Gibbs asked as you took a seat on one of Abby’s chairs.

“Of course!” Abby hopped up and moved over to her machine, pointing to it, showcasing that it was running. “Working on it right now. But, I don’t think you’ll find much luck with it considering it was the same gun used to kill the commanders wife.”

“Well, we don’t know that for sure, so work on that. L/n,”

“But I want to chat with my dear friend before moving on,” You whined, while he shot you a stern look in return. “I’m going,” You quickly stood up, following the man out.

“I want you to go upstairs and get ready with DiNozzo,” He demanded and you just nodded.

“Right. On my way!” You yelled, running to the elevator. “I’m thrilled for this, but even more thrilled to finish this mission and go on a date,”

“Have fun with that.”

“I will! Hopefully Palmer will as well,” The elevator doors shut and Gibbs continued to make his way down to the Autopsy room to speak with Ducky. Now, not to thrilled at the mans assistant.

You arrived back upstairs, looking at the agent who had his feet on his desk and talking on the phone.

“Who is he chatting with? Gibbs wants us ready,” You commented, moving by Ziva and McGee who were watching him.

“Some girl, someone named Louis,” McGee answered.

“That sounds like a older woman’s name,” Ziva added.

“Yeah. Hey, McGee,” The man looked up from where he was watching DiNozzo and turned to face you. “Remember when you gave me food poisoning, and felt so bad you promised you give me a favor. Well, I want to turn that in now,” You smiled at him, writing down a note on a piece of paper and handing it to him.

“What are you up to?” Ziva asked as McGee left the two of you, heading to his own computer.

“Having some fun with a certain co worker who is going to ruin my night,” You got up from Ziva and moved over to DiNozzo. “Who are you chatting with?”

“A babe,” He mouthed, smiling as you could hear the little rambles on the phone.

“Gibbs wants you ready to go in twenty. And I know it takes you thirty to just do your hair, so, maybe you should cut the phone call.”

He put his hand to cover the speaker on the phone, taking his legs off the desk, and leaving in closer to you. “And you need forty to suck in that gut,”

You laughed, reaching over to grab the phone and putting it to you ear. “Tony! I got you your superhero costume, sweetie! We can now go and dress up together, but not in those tighty whities,” You voiced into the phone, slamming it down and looking at his stunned face. “Never comment on a woman’s weight, now, get ready for tonight because I’m not easy to please.”

The man mocked you for a moment and then left his desk, you turning to look back at Ziva.

“Impressive,” She complimented, walking by you and patting your shoulder.

“Thanks, I’m just starting,” You smiled at the girl, grabbing your gun and sticking your knife into the pocket inside your custom made boots.

You soon got yourself ready in a nice short, red dress that fit your body well enough that you were comfortable, and able to hide a knife around your thigh area.

“Ready yet Y/n?” DiNozzo knocked on the door, fixing his tie and suit.

“Wow Tony, you do know how to clean up,” Ziva commented, coming up behind him, in front of the restroom door, with McGee.

“Thank you, Ziva,”

“Well, besides the tag sticking out in the back. Are you really that cheap? I thought you took, uh, pride in your choice of clothing,”

“I don’t see the point on wearing something very expensive to a undercover date,” He told her back.

“You also missed a spot when shaving,” McGee pointed out, pointing to the far right side of Tony’s face.

“Shut it Probie. At least I didn’t need mommy to help me shave in highschool,”

“Abby told you about that?”

“Well, now she did,”

You opened the door and flattened your dress, then fixing a ring on your pointer finger and smiled at the three other special agents.

“Tony, didn’t you need your mom to help you do your laundry in highschool? Not one to speak,”

“You look well. Didn’t know you were even able to-” You whipped out your knife from underneath your dress and pointed it at the man. “You look stunning, great, nice.”

“Looks like you’re on a thin glacier, Tony,” Ziva laughed.

“I think it’s thin ice,” McGee corrected.

“Same thing!” Ziva threw her hands in the air. “Y/n, I didn’t know you had those moves,”

“Yeah, not a lot of people do. I like to hold some secrets with the team, and my past career is one of them,” You smiled.

“Let’s go,” Tony gripped your hand and intertwined it with his. “My love,” He gritted through his teeth.

“Not too convincing DiNozzo,” Gibbs walked over, smacking the back of his head. “You don’t treat a lady like that. Grip the hand like this,” He smoothly let his hand move its way to yours and he gently connected it with yours. “Even McGee knows this,” He smiled at you and let your hand go.

“I-I know how to do it, boss. Just- nevermind,” He grumbled, loosening his grip.

“I’m starving, care to escort me to the car, Armon?” You got yourself ready to take on your character, smiling at the man besides you with one as if you were really happy with the situation you were in.

“Anything for you, Belle,” The two of you made your way out of the building. Your fellow co-workers watched as the two of you walked away, yet, you were both still messing with each other and hitting while walking out.

“My last wife tend to do that,” Gibbs commented, soon making his way after you two to get into his own undercover van.

“Is that a normal thing for American couples?” Ziva asked McGee.

“Well, I’m not sure. But I have seen plenty of married couples do that, so they’ll fit right in,” He answered, the two then leaving as well.

Once arriving to the hotel, you waited for DiNozzo to open your door and grab your hand to lead you out of the car and into the new building. While clutching your purse and waiting behind a few other guests who were trying to get in, you turned to fix Tony’s glasses and clicked the ‘on’ button.

“Looking swell, honey,” You smiled at him as he placed a arm over your shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m thrilled we were able to get these reservations, dinner should be delicious tonight. You’ll be getting the salad, like normal, correct?” He looked down at you and you stepped on his foot as the line moved forward.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I always have the most trouble in heels like these, oh the line, hurry up now!” You voiced, walking into the hotel and following everyone else into the dining area.

“We should look for our names now,” He told you, sneaking up from behind as the two of you searched the tables for little cards with your last names on it. “Bingo! Right next to the Lezarres,”

“Oh and the Garndels are here as well. I’ve heard some things about them,” You added, letting Tony pull out a chair as you took a seat.

The both of you introduced yourself to the other couples and went through the night engaging in some small talk about politics and the food. You and DiNozzo had done a swell job at it and you retreated to the rest room at the end of dinner to hear any new news.

“So, what’s the update?” You asked into the little microphone hidden in your bracelet.

“There’s a hotel room in your name, bought out by your boss and, uh, boss wants you two to stay in there,” McGee told you into the ear piece which was located in your right ear.

“Great, more time with that stupid bastard. He couldn’t shut up about himself at dinner, like always, I’m really contemplating divorce,” You muttered, fixing your lipstick as another woman walked out, moving to wash her hands.

“I know just how you feel, best of luck,” She mentioned before walking out.

“Thanks,” You spoke back to her before turning your attention back to the mirror. “Do we think this boss of mine is going to go after the commander of that wife?”

“Yeah, Gibbs want you to stop him before he does. We have no clue who the boss is but he will be visiting the both of you tonight,”

“Got it,”

“Y/n!” Gibbs spoke now into the earpiece on the other end.

“Yeah?”

“If he got the hotel room, expect it to be bugged. So, you better act,”

“No worries. I’ve had to act in the bedroom before, and past boyfriends sure believed it,” You walked out of the bathroom and stood next to Tony. “Hun, my feet are killing me. I think it’s time we head to the hotel room and rest,” Tony nodded and stood up from his seat. The both of you said a goodbye to the couple and got your key from the front desk, soon getting into the elevator.

“So, a hotel room? Really want to sleep with me tonight, huh?” Tony laughed to himself as you positioned yourself in front of him and kissed his cheek, soon moving your lips closer to his ear.

“Room could be bugged, even the elevator, time to act,” You whispered, pulling back and placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Oh dear, if you really want me no need to ask,” He moved a arm around your waist, pulling you into his side a bit.

“The bags should already be in the room,” You smirked at him, and were soon at your level, the both of you getting off the elevator.

Once getting into your room you took off your heels and placed your bracelet on the table.

“I’m going to take a shower, care to join?” You commented, moving to the bathroom and starting the shower.

“It would be my pleasure,” He walked into the bathroom and started to unzip his pants.

“Babe, be patient,” You slapped his shoulder. “Turn around now, you know how self conscious I am,”

“That’s why I warned you not to eat that cake at dinner, my piece too,” He grumbled, turning around and lifting up his shirt as you took off your clothes and stepped into the shower.

“It was just so good! Being the loving, husband you are, I knew you wouldn’t mind,”

“Yeah, anything for you,” He stepped into the shower while your arms were trying to cover your breasts and vaginal area.

“Don’t look, just act,” You quietly scolded. “And try to cover your, uh,” You subtly moved a finger to point in the downwards direction and he quickly moved his hands there.

“Need another hand to help cover yours?” He joked, moving a little closer.

“I’ll kill you,” You mumbled. “Oh! Armon!” You moaned, Tony sending a sly smile and grunting. “You look like you’re enjoying this,”

“Might want to cover up that breast a little better,” He removed one hand to point at your left one.

“Damn it,” You did just that and reached for a towel which was on the toilet lid. “Ah, soap in the eye,” You voiced louder, just in case the man was listening and skeptical about it. You turned around from Tony and wrapped it around your chest area, then moving both hands to block your other.

“You really think they’re listening to us in here?”

“A good boss would. Especially if he is in this type of business.”

“I hate to know about some of your previous bosses,”

“Oh! Right there! Right there!” You yelled. “Yeah, you would. Most of them are dead though, so you won’t have to worry about that,”

“Old age, huh? What’s with old men being bosses anyways?”

“One was, but that’s not how he died. Man was a perve, had it coming,” You shrugged.

“You killed him?!”

“No, no. Not for that reason,” Tony’s mouth dropped. “Ah!” You yelled loudly, then making your breaths sound loud. “Gosh you are one messy man, good thing we did this in the water,” You smirked at DiNozzo who just mocked you.

“And you still are the easiest to ge-”

“I’m getting out now, you should too,” You removed the towel and let it drop to the floor of the shower, covering your breasts and looking for a robe, soon wrapping it around you.

While leaving the bathroom to grab your shirt and pants you heard the phone in the room start to ring and quickly rushed to it.

“Hello, Belle,” The man on the other line spoke into the phone. You could just imagine what he looked like, some rich guy with a cigar in his hand wanting some job done.

“Bonjour Monsieur,” You spoke, grateful that your mother had taught you french when you were young. “C’est qui je pense?”

(Hello, sir. Is this who I think it is?)

“Oui. Retrouvez-moi dans le salon. À neuf heures,”

(Yes. Meet me down in the lounge area. At nine o’clock.)

“D’accord. Au revoir,”

(Okay. Goodbye)

You placed the phone down, and grabbed your clothes, quickly changing into them as Tony emerged from the bathroom with his wet hair clinging to his forehead and a new, comfortable outfit on.

“Who was that, dear?” He asked, sneaking over by you.

“Un ami,” You smiled at him, tapping his nose.

“Uh, yeah,” He nodded, clearly not understanding and you just tried to stifle a laugh. “You know, grandpa, uh, Gibbs, he wants us to figure out when we should have dinner with him,”

“Ah. How about we go over for a breakfast at nine. He just got his living room refinished not too long ago, correct?”

“Sounds good. And never call me a grandpa again, DiNozzo,” Gibbs spoke into both of your earpieces.

“It’s almost nine already. I should go and ask for a extra pillow, sweetie. Get the bed ready for us, can you?” You grabbed your hotel key and put on your special boots. “No need to dress so fancy for getting something so simple,”

“DiNozzo, go with her,” Gibbs commanded. “David and McGee are heading to the lounge area now,”

“You sure you don’t want me to come with?” DiNozzo asked you.

“I’ll be fine. It’s a silly little pillow, nothing too much,” You kissed his cheek and quickly left the room. While walking down the hallway to the elevator, you took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t being followed.

Once waiting for the elevator, you fixed your boots a bit and entered when the doors opened. There was no one inside, so you pressed the ‘1st level’ button. When getting near the ‘2nd level’ the elevator stopped, indicating someone was going to get on.

It was a staff member in their normal uniform. He smiled at you with blankets in his hand and entered.

“Puis-je vous aider avec quoi que ce soit, mademoiselle?” He questioned, pulling out a gun from his side and opened the elevator door once again for two new men to appear.

(Can I help you with anything, miss?)

“Oui. En me alissa the vivre,” You told him, one of the man entering the elevator and pulling you out, the man in the staff uniform having his gun pointed at you.

(Yes. By letting me live.)

“Tsk. Ne peut faire. Vous souvenez-vous de moi?”

(No can do. Do you remember me?)

“Vous n’avez pas l’air familier,” You spoke, getting dragged down the hallway as someone reached into your ear and broke the earpiece.

(You don’t look familiar.)

“Enough of this french,” The man who was dragging you sneered. “I want to hear this bitch speak,”

“Fine,” The one in the staff uniform sighed. “I don’t think you’re the person we’re looking for. It’s a shame you think we were that stupid to not know what our employees look like,”

“You’re just so intelligent,” You commented, getting kicked in the back of the leg.

“I was speaking. You really played it off, the whole sex thing. But it’s a shame you won’t have anymore time with him, he won’t get his little pillow. At least I won’t have to worry about the real couple anymore, they knew too much and I couldn’t let that get out. All I have to do is deal with you,”

“That will be harder than you think,” You told him, the grip on your arm tightening.

“I’m always a fan of having some fun,”

“They’re going to find the bullet your men used to kill the couple. You knew we were here since the beginning,”

“Correct,” One of the men opened the door and you were led in. “With you posing as the couple, you were able to gain a connection with the couples you were seated with. That way, we could then swoop in and learn more about them, giving us the opportunity to hack into their phone and get the passwords needed,”

“You’re stupid to tell me this. I could’ve figured it out on my own, my team probably already has,” One man then put you in a chair and started to tie you up, the one in the staff uniform kicking you in the gut so you fell backwards.

“Lift her up again. I want to have my fun before she must go, I hope you don’t mind the heat,” The second man lifted your chair up and a few more punches were landed on your body.

“Tu es une racaille,” You mumbled, trying to move your arm in the tight ropes.

(You’re scum.)

“Let’s go,” The head man told the other two. One of them grabbed a gas can nearby and started to pour it on the bedsheets. The head man grabbed a match from his pocket and lit it, throwing it on the bed for the flames to begin. “Au revoir,”

They left the room and you struggled to try and move one arm.

Meanwhile DiNozzo was in the elevator with his gun in pocket, going down to the lounge area.

“Y/n can’t hear us anymore,” DiNozzo voiced into his microphone. “Did she make it to the lounge?”

“No. Damn it DiNozzo, I told you to stay with her,” Gibbs spoke, looking at DiNozzo once the elevator door opened. “David, Mcgee, take the back entrance me and DiNozzo will take the front and head up,” He demanded.

Everyone split up. Ziva and McGee ran to the back to catch two men rushing out. They quickly aimed their guns at them and announced their presence, only to receive some shots at them.

Ziva was able to shoot down on of the men and the other surrendered, McGee cuffing the one and letting a police who arrived take care of them.

“We didn’t call for backup,” McGee muttered to Ziva.

“Yeah, uh, someone called into 911 about a fire,” The police pointed to a window on the hotel building. “People should be evacuating the building now, firefighters are on their way,”

McGee’s mouth dropped as he stared at Ziva.

“How odd it happened tonight,” Ziva mumbled.

“It’s obviously intentional!” McGee exclaimed.

“I know that. I hope those guys don’t die,”

DiNozzo and Gibbs started to rush up the stairs, they could feel a bit of the heat from the room and were able to catch the man in the staff uniform in the stairway.

“Sir, are you alright?” DiNozzo stopped, grabbing onto his shoulders softly. “NCIS,”

“I’m fine, just startled, I need to get out of here,” He waved his hands and tried to slip away from DiNozzo’s grip.

“DiNozzo, that’s him,” Gibbs quickly told the agent who soon put the mans hands behind his back. “Where’s our agent?”

“She won’t make it, a fire like that, no one would,” He smiled and DiNozzo led him down the stairs.

Gibbs continued to rush up them, into the hallway that was catching more and more on fire.

“L/n! L/n!” He yelled, looking around to try and find your figure.

He saw you emerge into the hallway, bloodied and bruised, some of your shirt on fire, and a knife in your hand. He rushed to your side, letting you lean on him.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” He asked and you shook your head a little, letting him fully help you down the stairs and out of the building.

He guided you to the ambulance who tended to most of your wounds, but you refused to be transferred to a hospital.

“You need to go,” McGee tried to convince you, standing by your side.

“It would probably be for the best,” David chimed in.

“Hopefully, they can fix your hair too,” Tony laughed, looking you up and down.

“Damn you, DiNozzo,” You stood and smacked the back of his head, while he just laughed.

“Go home you three, I’ll make sure Y/n gets home alright,” Gibbs came over, waving the three agents off who spared a small goodbye or hand wave. “You ready to go, idiot.”

“I almost died, and you’re calling me a idiot,” You chuckled a little. “Help me to your car?” You asked and he let you lean on him once again.

Once the both of you were in the car it was a very quiet ride. You didn’t talk to each other, just letting silence from the long day overtake each other. He truly was nervous for your safety, thought the two of you hadn’t been dating long he felt a lot of compassion regarding you and wanted to continue your relationship smoothly.

“I really was worried. I told you not to go alone, you should’ve let DiNozzo go with you,” He finally spoke, once you were both in his driveway, sitting in the car, in the dark.

“I’m alive. Just got kicked around a bit, I’m super grateful I always carry that knife in my boot,” You softly told him. “Don’t worry about me too much, I may be younger than you, but I have experience.”

“I know that, just don’t be so stupid last time and take the help.”

“Fine,” Gibbs got out of his seat and moved around to your door, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car. He smiled at the factor of how easily you trusted him to care for you. “I didn’t doubt you would get me for a minute.”

“Good, you should know that.”

“Only because you still owe me a date, and I did say I would let you pick this one out,” You looked up at him with a goofy grin. It amazed him that even with being beaten up a bit, and almost dying in a fire, you could make jokes with him.

“I say we have the little date here,” He leaned down a bit to place a gentle kiss upon your lips, smirking into it a little bit, and then moving the way you were leaning on him so he would be able to pick you up.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Let’s watch a nice movie on the couch. I bought some creamer, so, I can make that creamed coffee you wanted because now I’m your boyfriend but still pissed you made a stupid and life threatening decision in there,”

“Good enough. Palmer will have to wait. Poor kid,” You commented as Gibbs lead you to the couch and helped you rest on it, soon moving to his kitchen to start brewing a pot of coffee.

“That idiot will be fine.”

“Yeah, luckily for him, though I won’t be able to atend, I do have a friend that will,” You smiled to yourself, imagining how that would be going right now.

While you lied on the couch with your boyfriend who was, secretly, doting on you, giving you his undivided attention. DiNozzo was at a bar, chatting with someone while looking around for them.

“She said she would be at this booth,” DiNozzo whispered to himself, wallking to the booth in the corner for where they shall meet. “God, she looked so good in her profile picture, I’m so- Palmer?!”

“Tony?” He looked up from his seat. “You’re Y/n’s friend? I guess I didn’t specify the gender, and she didn’t say a specific name.”

“Y/n? She’s not that good at compute- Damn, probie.”

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hopeless-nostalgiac · 4 years

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with all appliances and means to boot: ncis/tiva fic

for this challenge, @loudlooks requested Tiva + "I didn't know you could do that." thank you for the inspiration!! *hugs*

set summer between S3-4 w/ team dynamics & tiva (a LOT of tiva—they took over the fic, basically, and I’m not sorry about it)

also, this turned out like eight times longer than I expected & was the most fun and freeing thing I’ve worked on in years, so

enjoy:)

FFN

“I didn’t know you could do that!”

McGee’s voice filtered over news-chattering televisions, incessantly ringing phones, and chicken-clacking keyboards to reach Tony at his desk.

“There was no reason to mention it earlier. It is not exactly a useful skill, my friend.” Ziva’s full-throated chuckles were wind chimes amidst the office drudgery.

Tony shook off the eruption of gooseflesh on his arms. It was way too early for that. And McGee was babbling again.

“I’ve just never met someone in real life who could do it.”

“Really?!”

A boom of shared laughter enveloped them.

Glancing at the digital read-out on his monitor, Tony silently cheered. 9:07. Totally busted. Then he pretended to be busy with paperwork, so his attention was occupied ahead of time.

The agents’ conversation lowered until it faded completely, coinciding with their entrance into the squadroom.

Tony had that effect on them now. The tables, as the saying went, had turned. They were the class troublemakers to his super-strict teacher. They, the unruly cadets, and he, the veteran drill sergeant. They were Agents; he was Boss.

“Agent McGee. Officer David. You’re late.”

McGee froze while swinging around his desk. Ziva froze after dropping her gear. Tony continued to stare yet not see the file in front of him, but he didn’t need visual confirmation to know the teammates were exchanging glances, coordinating their plan of counterattack.

“Well, technically we were in the building on time.” The opening lob courtesy of McGee.

“Technically, that’s not good enough, McTardy.”

“It was when you were wearing our shoes.”

Tony fought an eye roll. “You can’t throw me off the scent with a well-timed idiom blunder, Officer David.”

“Can’t I, Tony?” Ziva’s voice was louder, closer to him.

Out of his peripheral vision, he spied her leaning on the divider between their workspaces. So close now, he caught a whiff of her lavender mint shampoo as she flicked at a cascade of curls that had fallen over her shoulder. If this was their strategy, well, it wasn’t the worst angle.

But Tony DiNozzo was better.

“No, you can’t,” he reiterated, finally gracing each of them in turn with his steady gaze. Calm, yet intense. Everything rumbling beneath the surface. “And it’s Agent DiNozzo. Or Boss.”

Ziva stared back, golden-brown eyes matching his intensity, but not the calm. She rattled off a string of heated Hebrew, ending with a sharp snap of her teeth before spinning around on her heel and dropping heavily into her desk chair.

Crazy chick.

“So, anyway. Just to be clear: If you’re here after me, you’re late. Period.” Tony slapped a case folder closed, causing his desk to tremble; he could emphasize his words, too. “For today, you can make amends by telling me whatever it is McGee didn’t know Ziva could do. I’m thinking it involves lots of stretching, but if there’s a video game reference, leave it out. Go!”

And like that, authority forfeited for curiosity.

McGee did roll his eyes and muttered something that suspiciously sounded like waste of time under his breath. Ziva scoffed, typing noisily at her computer and decidedly not looking in Tony’s direction.

“That’s an order.” Even he didn’t buy the command.

9:10. The day was shot.

. . .

If someone asked Tony how his first weeks as leader of MCRT were going, he’d say, “Good, considering the circumstances,” with a flash of white teeth. He didn’t like to lose face, sure, but he was pretty confident it was the truth, too.

Because when your boss quit and ran off to Mexico, leaving you in charge of a team that for years affectionately regarded you as The Class Clown, the circumstances weren’t on your side and ‘good’ was the most you could hope for.

. . .

“What did you do?”

Passing through the automatic doors, Tony came up short—as much due to the always assaulting antiseptic stench as the accusation. “Why do you assume I did something wrong? Can’t I come see my favorite Autopsy Gremlin with no ulterior motive?”

“Sure you can,” Palmer called from the freezer section, where he was sliding a corpse home. “But I already talked to Abby, who talked to McGee.”

Fantastic.

“So before, with the ‘what did you do?’...that was kind of redundant, huh?”

“Guess so.” A dorky chortle escaped the assistant. “I mean, seriously, they were only late by a couple minutes, Tony. Sorry, Agent DiNozzo.” Another hiccup of laughter.

Great. Just great.

“Gee, I was hoping I could escape some of the ridicule down here....” Tony pressed his palms against the cold steel of an autopsy table, shoulders hunched, depositing weight into the defeated stance. All his course-correcting tactics, including buying his team lunch, had done little to reverse the morning’s death blow. McGee and Ziva were ignoring him aside for a lone campfire, and then their interactions were clipped—aggressively so where the ex-assassin was concerned. Now the damage was spreading to the sub-basement, it seemed.

“Look on the bright side, you’re the team leader. It’s what you’ve always wanted, right?” Palmer mirrored Tony on the other end of the table, adjusting his glasses before adding, “This is a bump in the road, but no one ever achieved greatness without first overcoming resistance.”

“That’s wise, Palmer. For a man who talks to the dead. You wouldn’t happen to know—”

“What McGee didn’t know Ziva could do?”

Tony blinked. Maybe they’d been underestimating the Autopsy Gremlin all along. “Yeah. Know anything about it?”

“It’s not a big deal. We were at the bar last night and first the waitress got Abby’s drink order mixed up, but it was super busy, so I suggested that—”

“Sometime today, Palmer.”

“Well, it turns out Ziva can knot a cherry stem with her tongue, and then...”

Oh, it was more wondrous than he’d guessed (and that list was long).

Palmer’s rambling dissolved to the background of Tony’s thoughts. He couldn’t get to the audacity of everyone going out for drinks without him because the dexterity of Ziva’s tongue was front and center. As he was recently familiarized with that very tongue and the talented mouth it resided in, it was all too easy to lose himself in a sexy daydream of the alleged feat.

Until he remembered how pissed she was at him. Bubble, burst.

. . .

If someone asked Tony how his first weeks sleeping with Ziva, his former partner and current subordinate, were going, he’d say, “What? I’m not—we’re not—how dare—what?!”

Because when your boss quit and ran off to Mexico, some of his rules haunted you.

. . .

“Rough day?”

Tony looked up right away. It was best not to play games with the director, who emerged stealthily in the dim, empty squadroom. He’d dismissed McGee and Ziva at regular quitting time, unable to make eye contact with either of them—for different reasons—but stayed behind to catch up on last week’s case reports. Him, voluntarily completing paperwork.

Rough was an understatement.

“I see my shortcomings are making the rounds.”

Jenny’s smile was beautifitic, the one she wore during news interviews. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t seeking it out. I was speaking to Ducky on a separate matter, and he happened to mention talking with Mr. Palmer, who—”

“Got the scoop from Abby because McGee blabbed to her,” Tony finished, barely restrained. “Yeah, I’m well acquainted with the watercooler daisy chain.”

It didn’t slip his notice that Ziva was the missing link. The text he’d started writing to her the second she disappeared through the elevator doors was unfinished and unsent on his phone.

“Did you also hear they went for drinks after work without inviting me?” It came out as a whine.

Jenny didn’t mask her amusement. “Did you always invite Gibbs for drinks? No, because he was your boss and you were probably venting about him.”

Touché.

“I’m trying, ma’am.” This he intoned with every fiber of professionalism and sincerity he could summon in the moment. The problem was that this wasn’t his first mistake since taking over—wouldn’t be the last—but he was trying. He wanted that noted. Also, there was an insane learning curve, and yes, big shoes to fill. Could he be blamed for that?

The redhead stepped forward, switching her smile for an expression of...not quite pity. Understanding? “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, Agent DiNozzo.”

“Robin Hood: Men in Tights?”

“Shakespeare.” Jenny chuckled, her fair eyes sparkling in the light of his desk lamp. Tony could see why Gibbs was once head-over-heels for her, back when they were partners. He knew something of those complicated emotions, of which the text draft on his phone contained damning evidence.

“It’s the nature of being in charge,” she continued. “You’re going to have crappy days and plenty of nights when you can’t sleep. My advice, from experience? When you screw up, apologize and do better next time.”

“Isn’t that a sign of weakness?” It was a reflex, after so many years.

Jenny caught his eye and held it. “No. It’s a sign of respect.”

. . .

He was sober when he showed up on her doorstep. Stopping off for some liquid courage briefly flitted through his brain, but flitted out just as quickly. McGee, he could buy a NutterButter, eat some humble pie himself. All would be cool again. Ziva was a different story.

Namely, a story with a lot of sex in it, and it’d barely been a month yet. That he spent a large portion of the day envisioning her tongue doing erotic dances with a red cherry stem wasn’t helping. It also further convinced him of a brutal truth: Things were changing. Things had already changed.

Ziva, outlined by the glow from inside the apartment, crossed her arms over a baggy workout t-shirt. Curls piled in a messy bun. It was Tuesday, kickboxing night. “If you are here for a booty call, you will be sorely disappointed.” Each word was wrapped in her delicious Israeli accent, momentarily distracting him from their sum meaning.

He’d expected as much.

“See, when you want to get them right…” Tony’s attempted humor and roguish smile failed to earn him leniency.

“Goodnight, Boss.”

The door hurtled toward him, closing on his chance to repent—and more than that, his chance with her. His left hand flew up, catching the wood with a few inches to spare.

“Hey, whoa. Wait. I’m here to apologize, all right?” Breath whooshed in and out of him; sweat beaded instantly on his forehead.

Okay, so it wasn’t just about the sex. He was enamored with her, and it hadn’t been a full month yet.

Ziva yanked the door back, though the arrangement of her features maintained dubious feelings. She raised her eyebrows in a way that said, Yes, and?

“I was an idiot, Ziva.”

A corner of her delicate mouth pulsed. “Good start.”

The heaviness in his chest released. He dared another smile, softer-gentler this time, and the door stayed open. “I was too hard on you and McGee.”

“You will apologize to him as well, yes?”

“Yes. McSweetTooth will wet himself with glee, I’m sure of it.” Tony shuffled his feet, bringing him onto her brown doormat, never dropping her gaze. “But seriously, Ziva, I know I messed up, especially, you know...I mean, you should be able to call the guy you’re sleeping with by his first name, even if he’s your boss. That is,” he sheepishly tagged on, “if I’m still the guy you’re sleeping with, after today.”

For a bloated handful of seconds, Ziva froze, as she had that morning in the squadroom. Eyes like lasers, drilling through him. It lasted long enough for doubts to creep in. Then—

“Are you?”

So simple, but coupled with her head tilted to expose honeyed neck, her popped knee, and the slight part of her plumped lips, the challenge was clearly set for him.

This would be fun.

Tony launched over the doorway, literally sweeping Ziva off her feet as he plowed into the apartment. An honest-to-goodness squeal filled his ears, then that wind-chime laugh took over and his knees wobbled in their sockets—nevermind her 100-something pounds hanging on his torso.

It was the first time he’d carried her this way—any way—but her arms and legs wrapped around his body with an ease he would have analyzed if not for the supple give of her breasts against his chest, or her frizzy hair tickling his chin. Her mouth alternated between whispering the dirtiest promises in his ear and nibbling on his neck. Thoughts would have to wait.

How they shut the front door, how they maneuvered the hallway to her bedroom, how they undressed and (eventually) found the bed was a haze of details that didn’t matter. The shudder that coursed through her at his every touch, mattered. The inverted bridge her back made when his lips and tongue met her center, mattered. His name on a gasp, woven into a sigh, lifted to a shout...

In this area, Tony DiNozzo excelled. He was damn well going to prove it.

. . .

It took two rounds to sate her. The first go was part of the apology; the second was because he had a young, hot lover who could run eight miles at the crack of dawn, kickbox for an hour after work, and still have energetic sex with him—twice. Who wouldn’t take advantage of that?

“Guess I got that booty call after all.” He love-tapped her ass, which was bare to the air. He braced for retaliation.

None came.

Hair mussed and cheeks flushed, Ziva glanced over, fixing him in her line of sight. A smirk hiked up the side of her mouth not buried in the pillow. “As did I, Agent DiNozzo.”

“Never going to live that down, am I?”

“Give it a few months.” Her smirk widened as her eyelids drooped, each blink taking longer and longer to pull back up.

. . .

They dozed together in the dark of her bedroom. They weren’t cuddlers, per se. Their connections left them too sensitive, sticky and unspooled. They stayed close, though. Touching random pieces of her to him, him to her. His head resting on her bicep curled closest to the mattress. Her ankle molded to the arch of his foot. Sometimes as conventional as their hands laid one atop the other, fingers loose.

. . .

He began talking while they ate cereal in the kitchen at quarter to eleven. He was talking as she cleaned and put away their dishes and led him to the front room, his body going where she steered and nudged. What he voiced was nothing new to either of them. All the same issues that overwhelmed him on a cool May night, that propelled him to Ziva’s door in what would become a habit. He was drowning; she was refuge.

For that, and so many other reasons, he trusted her without question.

Ziva allowed him to talk now because that was how he worked out problems. They both knew that, too.

“I think it comes down to the fact that...I don’t know how to be a team leader that isn’t Gibbs.” The admission floated and settled on the sofa cushion between them. It wasn’t often they said his name anymore. The memory was sore to the touch.

“We have been over this, yes?” Ziva tossed a leg across his lap, the other tucked beneath her. He immediately claimed the tanned skin of her thigh, rolling it under his hands. “This is a chance to be your type of leader, make your own rules.”

“Every time I do that, it blows up in my face.”

“Not every time,” she corrected, her eyes darting to his lips and lingering.

His heart rate ticked up. Very true. They might not have happened if Gibbs hadn’t left. But… “We’re one thing, Ziva. The team is another.”

She turned his chin with her hand, locking his gaze with her steady and fervent stare. An imposing combination. “Tony, you either keep trying or you quit, just like Gibbs. What will it be?”

It was Tony’s turn to sneak a not-so-subtle glance at her lips. When she put it like that, the answer was undebatable. What he’d told Jenny wasn’t a lie. And giving up wasn’t an option.

Didn’t mean he’d hand her the win that easily.

“How about we make a deal?” While his eyebrows waggled, his hands roamed farther than her thigh. “I persevere with the team leader thing. In exchange, you show off your fancy cherry stem tying prowess for me.”

Her mouth gaped, eyes narrowing. “Who told you?”

“Palmer. The guy’s actually not a bad sounding board.” He’d have to remember that for future thorny cases.

Ziva deflected, “I do not have any cherries in the fridge.”

Tony returned, “That wouldn’t stop a true parlor trick magician like yourself.”

Her face reformed in an expression that always intrigued him. A cat devising the perfect trap for her prey. It didn’t surprise him when she stretched her leg out, straddling his lap properly. He circled her low back, drawing her hips over him and generating a spark of friction. There was extra verve in her fingers burrowing the short hairs at his nape, tipping his head upwards.

“You must really want me to—”

Ziva covered his lips with hers, swallowing his words as they melted to moans. Instead of continuing hot and heavy, everything slowed. Each kiss long and needy, a continuous caress. Her heady spice invaded his senses. The tip of her tongue slipped by his teeth, running the roof of his mouth before pushing in further.

Tony’s spine straightened at the sensation of tongue against tongue, the rough texture, the strokes and flicks. He gripped whatever part of her was in his reach, would likely leave marks. She didn’t flinch. She was all around him, practically tying him in a knot.

It was exactly how he imagined it, but also superior.

He was smiling when they broke apart, breath imperative for them both. “Your ingenuity is an inspiration, Ms. David.”

Ziva winked, leaning forward to kiss him again, a casual closed-lipped peck in the wake of such an intimate encounter. And he knew, no matter what came of leading the team, he wanted this—them—to survive.

“Now you must honor your part of the deal, Tony.”

“Whatever you say,” he agreed, flipping her onto the cushion and following her down for round three.

. . .

The next day, Tony waited at his car in the parking lot for his team to arrive. He walked into the building with them, and didn’t check the clock in the mornings ever again.

He apologized to McGee, which just freaked out the newly-appointed Senior Field Agent. As Tony predicted, the Nutter Butter made all the difference.

By the end of the week, he brought Special Agent Lee onto the team because there was symmetry in four and they needed a probie to act as a buffer. Plus, she was good at meeting case report deadlines and Tony wasn’t.

He doubled-up on campfires and went to Jenny for advice more often. Palmer, too.

The team went out for drinks, occasionally inviting him to join. Occasionally not.

A month later, he and Ziva started keeping their love in each other’s hearts along with spare clothes in one another’s dressers. Soon, there would be no sense hiding them anymore.

And when someone asked Tony how leading his own team was going, he said, “Our results speak for themselves,” and meant it.

Because when your boss quit and ran off to Mexico, leaving you in charge, you wore the crown and made it your own.

fin

#tiva fanfiction #ncis fanfiction #tat fic #and you don't have to catch up on eight chapters of WIP to read this one!!#tony dinozzo #ziva david

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 4 years

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the stars always make me laugh (3/4)

Now complete! Here is chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 4, and the epilogue.

A year to the day after Ziva departs D.C. to return to Paris and reunite with her family, her newfound contentment is shaken by an unexpected loss. Tony and Tali are right where they belong—safely by her side—but she still finds herself feeling drawn to reflect on the past. She might just be able to use this new grief to bring peace to old wounds, renewing hope along the way for a future with her family... but only if she can find a way to let go of what haunts her.

Written as a combined response to two different challenge prompts; also available for reading on ff.net (chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3) and AO3 (chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3). After this, there will be one more chapter and a short epilogue.

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January 12th, 2021, shortly after Ducky's funeral

For fifteen minutes now, Ziva has been standing alone beside Ducky's coffin, staring at the glint of afternoon sunlight on the metal metal rods that suspend it above the pit it will soon rest in. The same sunlight warms her face, and there's a distant part of her that's grateful for the unseasonable warmth of the day.

The graveside portion of the funeral service ended forty-five minutes ago, and the David-DiNozzos are the only ones left; somewhere just out of sight, a cemetery caretaker waits respectfully for their departure.

Ziva knows she can't wait here forever, but for now, she feels compelled to linger.

Eight years ago, she buried her father in Israel. That had been difficult and painful, without a doubt, and this afternoon is reminiscent of that ill-fated trip… There is a significant difference, though: unlike with Eli, Ziva has never had conflicting feelings about the elderly doctor.

She hesitated at Eli's funeral, too, but this time, she's not trying to come to terms with loving a father even though he wasn't good to her. This time, just taking a few minutes to say goodbye. It's bittersweet, part sadness and part nostalgic fondness.

Some hundred yards away, Tony and Tali chase one another through the grass, and Ziva finds herself watching them as her lips move quietly; there is a comfortable familiarity to the rarely thought-about prayers that she's whispering to herself. The sight of Tali's bright smile, so vibrant and full of energy, is soothing, too. Life goes on.

Maybe Tony can feel Ziva's gaze as she watches, because after a little while, he looks up to meet her eye. He smiles at her, and she smiles back. Then he leans down and says something to Tali, too far away for Ziva to hear what it is; Tali shrugs and nods. Leaving Tali to keep playing by herself, Tony turns and jogs back to where Ziva is still standing.

"Hi," he says warmly when he reaches her.

"Hello," she answers, more subdued but no less affectionate.

"You doing alright over here?"

"Yes… thank you for distracting Tali and giving me time to myself."

Tony shrugs. "Seemed like you needed a moment. Do you still want to be alone?"

Ziva shakes her head. "No. I have done what I needed to do." Tony nods, but he doesn't press her for more information on whatever that was. Still, she feels compelled to elaborate. "I was praying," she explains softly.

Tony rests a comforting hand on her upper back and smiles again, understanding. "I'm sure Ducky would have appreciated that."

"Something tells me that he would… in fact, if he was here, he likely would have recited the words with me. I think there was nothing he did not have significant knowledge of."

They share a quiet laugh, and Ziva gravitates closer; she has found over the years that nearness to Tony is an almost-guaranteed serotonin booster.

"He did love learning," Tony agrees, automatically settling his arm around her shoulders. "That reminds me of something that has always made me laugh… not long after I started as a probie, we were investigating a robbery at the Navy Federal Credit Union. The manager who was our main witness was an immigrant from somewhere in Africa, if I remember right—Ethiopia, maybe? Anyway, as soon as Ducky walked in and saw the man, he just… lit up. He could tell where the manager was from, just by looking at him—beats me how he could figure it out—and he went right up to the guy and started talking to him. Not in English, mind—in whatever language they speak in Ethiopia."

"Amharic," Ziva supplies helpfully, amused.

Tony chuckles. "Honestly, it's no wonder you two got along so well. You were both polyglots."

"That is a nice vocabulary word, Tony," Ziva says, hiding her mirth between a slightly wry tone.

Tony laughs harder, shaking his head. "Hey, there's no need to be condescending. I may not speak as many languages as you do, but I know some things."

Ziva laughs, too. "I was only teasing," she assures him, feeling her spirits lifting further.

"I know, I know." Tony squeezes her shoulders. "Anyway, I wonder where Ducky learned conversational Amharic." The last word is said with a wink.

"During his travels, I am sure."

"Undoubtedly. He never was one to sit still."

"No… he was not." Ziva sobers again slightly, that thought sparking a memory. "Perhaps a year after I resigned from NCIS," she adds hesitantly, "he sent me an email—did I ever tell you that?"

"What? No, you didn't! What did he say?"

"He told me that he was hoping to visit Israel—he had done so before, but not for several decades. He was asking for advice on important places to visit. I got the impression, however, that it was really just an excuse to check on me."

"He's not the only one that had the urge to do that."

Ziva doesn't know how to reply without apologizing again for things they've already moved on from, so she just reaches up to rest her hand on top of Tony's where it's still settled on her shoulder.

He doesn't seem to mind.

"Did you answer him?" Tony asks curiously, realizing that Ziva isn't going to comment on what he just said.

Ziva shakes her head. "I could not see how replying would do anything other than bring up old pain for everyone. I kept the email, though. I really cannot say why I did."

Tony seems to get it, though. "Sometimes it's nice to know that someone's out there caring about you, no matter where you are. Maybe it makes the world feel a little less lonely," he adds contemplatively.

Ziva knows that he's speaking from experience, and she looks over to where Tali is running around in circles with her arms out, possibly pretending she's an airplane. "What is it that Gibbs said so long ago? 'When you have kids, you're never lonely.'"

"That might be one of the truest things he's ever said."

"I think so, too. Having Tali… well, that saved me during a very difficult time."

"She's pretty good for that. She did it for me, too."

Ziva thinks for the thousandth time about the difficulty Tony faced in the wake of her feigned death nearly five years ago. In a very short time, he found out that she was dead, found out that he had a daughter he'd never met, and resigned from the career that was not only a job to him but also where he found his family. He hadn't just lost Ziva herself; he had, in effect, lost Gibbs, McGee, Abby… everyone who made the navy yard his home-away-from-home.

Including Ducky.

"Hey, Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"We have talked a lot about my grief this week, but we have not talked much about yours. I am sorry for your loss, my love. You knew Ducky for far longer than I did, and I know he was very important to you."

Tony seems exceptionally unconcerned by this, and his arm around her shoulders rises and falls as he shrugs. "I did, and he was, but grief isn't a competition. I promise that I'm dealing with it—I'm just a little more worried about you right now. Loss is hard enough when it isn't just another thing to add to a lifetime already full of goodbyes." He drops a kiss to her forehead. "May his memory be a blessing for you, Ziva," he finishes in a murmur.

Ziva looks up at him, surprised and touched. "Thank you… I am impressed that you are familiar with that phrasing, since it is a Jewish tradition rather than a secular one. I would have expected you to say something closer to 'may he rest in peace.'"

Tony grins. "Gotta keep you on your toes somehow, sweet cheeks," he teases. Then, more serious again, he elaborates. "I learned a lot while you were gone. I figured that Tali deserved to grow up knowing about your background, not just mine, even if you weren't around to teach it to her."

"That was incredibly thoughtful of you, Tony."

"Yeah, well… I guess I should admit that I didn't learn everything just for her. I had other motives, too."

"Oh?"

He tightens his hold on her shoulders. "As soon as we knew that you were alive, I started planning for the day that we'd get to celebrate your culture with you, too."

"You are a man of many surprises," Ziva manages to say through a throat that has suddenly tightened again; she's genuinely moved by his continuous quiet dedication.

"I do my best." Tony rests his chin on top of her head. "Ha'makom yenahem etkhem betokh she'ar avelei Tziyonvi'Yerushalayim." His Hebrew is careful and he fumbles a few times, but the words are correct, surprising Ziva again.

What he said is the very traditional mourner's farewell: "May God console you among the other mourners of Zion and Jerusalem."

Ziva is not particularly devout and never has been—in fact, she would consider herself culturally Jewish more than religiously Jewish—but something about hearing those familiar words strikes her in the same way that "At lo levad" did years ago. Maybe it's less because of the spiritual aspect of the blessing and more due to the painstaking effort her husband must have gone through to learn the words—which have no other use to him than in comforting her—but either way, it warms her more than the winter sun can.

Her reaction is abrupt, surprising and alarming Tony: she starts to cry again. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks quickly, concerned. "Did I say it wrong? If I accidentally insulted you, I'm sorry."

Ziva laughs through her tears. "No, no, it is not that, it is just—"

She's interrupted by the slightly violent arrival of Tali.

The six-and-a-half year old had changed directions in her running to suddenly speed toward her parents; she apparently misjudged the time it would take her to come to a stop, however, so she crashes into them, knocking them both back a step. They break out of their embrace to steady themselves.

"Oops!" Tali says, turning red and grabbing onto Tony's suit jacket to keep from falling over. "Sorry, Ima. Sorry, Daddy."

Tony snorts. "Don't worry about it, baby girl."

Tali barely hears him, though, noticing that her mother's cheeks are flushed and wet with tears. "Why are you crying, Ima?"

Ziva smiles at their slightly-too-energetic daughter. "All is well, Tali, do not worry. I am a little sad, but I am still a little happy, too."

Tali tilts her head to one side. "How are you sad and happy?"

"I am happy to have you and your Abba, but I also miss my friend Ducky. It is okay to be sad when you miss someone, yes?"

Tali nods. "Daddy has told me that a lot of times. So many times."

Ziva and Tony just chuckle at that. "Do not tell him this, ahava shelli," Ziva replies in a teasing pseudo-whisper, "because I do not want his head to grow so large that he cannot pull his shirts on anymore, but… sometimes, he says some smart things."

Tali grins, catching on. "Just not very often, right?" she says in the same low voice.

"Does anyone else hear whispering? Because I feel like I hear whispering," Tony interjects loudly, playing along.

Tali giggles. "He's funny, isn't he?" she asks Ziva conspiratorially.

"Yes… sometimes."

"Was Saba Ducky funny, too?"

"He very often was. Do you remember him?"

"A little." Tali hesitates slightly, looking from her mother to her father and back again. Then, making a decision, she reaches for Ziva's hand. When Ziva gives it to her, she tugs until Ziva gets the hint and kneels in front of her daughter.

"What is it, chamuda?"

"Do you remember when you were gone?"

"Of course I do, Tali."

"I missed you then. D'you know what Abba said, though?"

"No. Do you want to tell me?"

"Yeah. He said you were like a Gordon angel." Over Tali's head, Ziva can see Tony smiling fondly and mouthing 'she means guardian angel.' "He said you were watching over us and protecting us, even if you couldn't come home."

Ziva nods, squeezing her daughter's small hand. "Abba was right. I was."

"Well, I think maybe Saba Ducky is like a Gordon angel now, too. So don't cry, Ima. He's still watching, he just can't come home."

The simple optimistic innocence of that statement brings Ziva to gentle tears again, and Tali frowns. "I said don't cry, Ima, not start to cry!" She reaches up with clumsy fingers to wipe at Ziva's cheeks.

Ziva draws Tali into a hug, thinking that the girl might just be right. She has suffered too many losses in her life, and this first loss after reuniting with her family could have threatened to push her back into a darker place… but as much as she misses Ducky, and as much as she wishes she could have a chance to talk to him one more time, she's less alone now than she's ever been.

That's a comfort, indeed.

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Ziva David Week Day 2: Favourite Episode(s)

Out of the Darkness / Into the Light

@zivaweek

Now I of all people can't believe I'm quoting episodes from the most recent season of NCIS as my favourite Ziva episodes

I'm not visually creative but I did write a fic set after these episodes and also had Some Thoughts tm on my way to work this morning

I think what made these episodes so special for me was how Ziva took centre stage. Now of course Ziva has had so many amazing centric episodes before (Recoil, TorC, Shiva, etc) but what's unique about these two is that we access them via Ziva and Ziva alone. In pretty much every other Ziva-centric episode, we access Ziva's story through Tony's eyes. Usually a staple of Ziva-centric episodes is her shutting down and refusing to acknowledge her feelings. While I think Tony definitely served his purpose over the years as a vehicle to access what Ziva was thinking, I'm so grateful that the writers finally found a way that they could stay true to who Ziva is while being able to tell her story solely through her eyes. It's also reflective of the ways she's changed over the years - as we learnt from her diaries in She, there is this whole other intensely emotional side of her that we so rarely got to see on screen before and I'm glad we're getting more of an understanding of it now.

More rambling thoughts below the cut >>

In staying true to Ziva's character, I also think they did a good job of revisiting the storylines and conflicts that were at the heart of her time on the show. Her ties to her family and Ari, her relationship with Gibbs, her ideas of morality, questions of motive and whether Ziva can be trusted, her relationship with Tony and her desire for a home and a family. I think the only thing they didn't touch on was her divided loyalties between the US/NCIS and Israel/Mossad, although there's only 1 hour 20 minutes to work with!

While I loved Truth or Consequences and Reunion as episodes, I had a big issue with the resolution of that storyline in that we got so little in terms of the after-effects of what Ziva went through when she was held captive. Aside from (to an extent) Good Cop Bad Cop and that tiny conversation with Tony in Masquerade, it was a huge missed opportunity. Ziva's trauma is never something the show took the time to explore in depth and it is weirdly satisfying to see her now - to see her openly struggling with mental illness, talking about it with people, trying to get better. After everything she has gone through Ziva needs time to heal and I'm so glad the show has acknowledged that.

Another element of how Ziva's emotions are vocalised in the episodes - it seems surreal but these episodes are pretty much the first time we hear first-hand from Ziva what Tony means to her. When you think about the sort of significant emotional conversations the two of them had, it was almost always Tony who was baring his feelings ("couldn't live without you", "in your life", "contents priceless", "post elevator us", "i'm fighting for you", etc). With the exception of the last words she ever said on-screen to Tony, Ziva was always about the unspoken. Think about all the people who have spoken more on Ziva's feelings for Tony than she has over the years - Ducky, Abby, McGee reading from her diary, Dina Bashan, even EJ to an extent. To hear directly from Ziva that she considers Tony her family in the same way as we have seen Tony fighting for her over the years is so special.

On the topic of family, Ziva spent much of her later years on the show pondering her future and her ideas of permanence. 7x07 "I came to NCIS to settle down, to make a home for myself" / 8x14 "I want something permanent. Something that can't be taken away." and talking about how she thought the prospect of kids and a family was far out of her reach. To see her now, knowing exactly what she wants, recognising that she has a family and fighting to get back to them is such valuable growth. I really hope her next episodes can end with her reunited with them and ready to move onto the next chapter of her life.

Getting to see mum!Ziva fighting with everything she has for Tali, seeing how many years she has spent protecting her and Tony from the people trying to hurt her, seeing how much it's killing her being away from them, all good stuff. I can't wait to see Ziva reunited with her little girl.

I don't think the episodes are perfect by any means but I think they did well at paying tribute to who Ziva is as a character and echoing back to her previous time on the show. There are so many incredible parallels in these episodes to past scenes:

Ziva remembering Tony in the bullpen, paralleling Tony remembering Ziva in the bullpen in 13x24. I've spoken about this before but I think Ziva seeing a young Tony rather than the Tony that she 'knew' can actually have meaning beyond just "he looks up like Ziva did in Tony's scene". It reminded me of when Tony was looking for Ziva in WTF/PPF and he's at Ziva's old apartment block from her childhood with Adam and he sees teenage Ziva. It also made me think of how Ziva was in PPF, how she believed that she brought all this misery onto people. Almost as if she was remembering Tony from a time before she met him and everything that went wrong between them happened.

(Bonus:) The way Ziva looks at Tony's desk with a little grin when she walks in before looking at her own desk is the exact same thing she does when she first appears in 3x01

Ziva holding her necklace, paralleling Tony holding Ziva's necklace in 13x24. This one is my favourite. The way the two of them both grasp for the necklace - their connection to their family, when they are worried and want support. Tony is watching the house fire on screen clutching Ziva's necklace like a rosary praying she's safe. Ziva is having a panic attack from missing their daughter and she clutches her necklace as a way to ground herself. The way both of them seek comfort in the same way just ughh my heart

Ziva's "no, I will not be convinced", paralleling Tony's "no, I can't" in 13x24. They're both arguing and fighting for each other, the way they both desperately say "no" is so sad. I wouldn't say Gibbs wasn't aware of the lengths each of them would go to for the other, and that arguing with them was useless, but (especially in the case of Ziva) he still wanted to protect them.

Ziva coming down into Gibbs basement, paralleling when she killed Ari in 3x02. I have a LOT of mixed feelings about the retconning of why Ziva killed Ari and I still see it as her having a genuine desire to protect and show loyalty to Gibbs. In a way that is exactly what she's doing in 17x01, she's resurfaced after all these years because someone knows they can get to her through him. Her loyalty to Gibbs is a constant even as everything else changes.

Ziva telling Ducky "it's complicated" when he asks about Tony, paralleling Ziva saying to Tony "Complicated, complicated, complicated. You know in America, I have noticed they use that word as a code for 'if I explain it you would not agree, therefore I will use the word complicated and hope you stop asking.'" in 4x22

McGee telling Ziva it's a "miracle" to see her back from the dead, paralleling McGee asking Ziva "do you believe in miracles?" when they think Tony has died in 5x01. I watched 5x01 the other day and I just thought this was a cute throwback

#ncis #ziva david #ziva david week 2019 #zivadavidweek2019 #tiva #i mean i could learn how to make gifs or i could write my inane rambles in my phone notes while walking to work in the rain #we all make life choices #mine

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The Dinozzo Charm Pt 1-Ziva David X Female Reader

You decide to surprise your big brother by visiting. In a few months, you manage to surprise him far more than you expected.

(Edit: Though I didn’t clarify, because I couldn’t find a place to comfortably place it, I did intend for the Reader to be an adopted Dinozzo.)

Requested

(Part 1 of 4) (Part 2)

Fandom: NCIS

Ship: Female Reader/Ziva David

Characters: Ziva David, Female Reader (Dinozzo), Anthony Dinozzo, Jethro Gibbs. Timothy McGee. Abby Scuito

Word Count: 6134

Warnings: Mentions of violence, swears I think

Usually you wouldn’t use your FBI clearance, no matter how limited it seemed sometimes, to do this kind of thing but this wasn’t a usual day. Just back in regular email/mobile contact with Tony, after he’d dropped off the radar for a while, you’d started to become almost desperate to see your big brother since he seemed to have endless excuses that you shouldn’t. It had been far too long since you’d seen him face-to-face, a few years though you weren’t sure exactly how many, and you finally had an excuse to come over. Sure, you’d been the one to push for that reason, but it still counted. He had no idea that you were coming but, the last time you had visited, he’d shown you around so you knew where he worked. You hadn’t entered the building that time but it was easy enough to ask someone where you could find him, with your disarming smile that got that information faster than just asking did. He was apparently out but they said you could leave a message and wait in the reception area or come back later. The discreetly shown badge gave you the permission to go straight up. It also, you thought as you put it back into your pocket, gave you the opportunity to snoop.

You rolled your sleeves up to your elbows as you exited the elevator, hesitating only slightly before you went towards the desks that the very nice receptionist had told you were for his team. Even if you hadn’t been told which desk was his, you would have been able to tell. He’d kept his desk the same chaotic organised way even when he was a kid, and you trailed your fingers across the edge as you looked over what you saw just on the top, a fond smile tugging at your lips before you sat heavily in his chair. You spun on it for a second, looking over the area behind and to the side of the desk before catching yourself and opening the top drawer to rummage. You quickly snatched up his little football to fiddle with as you shuffled through the papers and read through any little thing that caught your eye. There was nothing that was too entertaining, until you got to the bottom drawer and saw his copy of GSM stood proudly at the very top. With a chuckle that he’d be as broad as to bring it to work, let alone have it so blatant to anyone who was snooping, you took it up and flicked through it. There were the typical articles that made you scoff or nod in agreement with them, as well as the eye-candy that kept the magazine in business, but it kept you strangely captivated with your feet up on Tony’s desk until you heard the elevator ding. That would have only temporarily caught your attention if it wasn’t for the fact that you heard Tony laughing, which made you look up with a childish smile. He was walking over, backwards so he could look at who was evidently Timothy, with his team “Yea, right, McGee. Like I wouldn’t have been able to get to the guy. In college I was-” Then he spun around and stopped in his tracks when he saw you at his desk, a confused frown creasing his brows together. Everyone behind him stopped as well, since there was a stranger so casually at Tony’s desk.

You sat properly, dropping your feet to the floor and the magazine messily back into the desk before you kicked the drawer closed, as Tony’s jaw dropped into a smile and he laughed slightly “Y/N?” He asked as though not sure you were really there, and you stood instantly to round the desk as he hurried over. “Hey Tony.” You grinned and took two steps, meeting him in a massive bear hug that you disappeared into. You were used to that though, since you had always been smaller than him and he loved to totally shroud you when he was happy. You sighed and curled your arms under his to place your hands on his shoulders as he laughed in relief. You stayed in the tight embrace for a few seconds before he moved away and cupped your face in his hands, bright eyes flicking over your face “I missed you.” “I missed you too. I didn’t know you were coming over, why are you here?” “To see you, idiot. It’s been too long.” You looked behind him, to the group that was still curiously watching the whole interaction, and moved his hand off your face “And to finally meet the team that you never shut up about.” Tony looked over to them, as though only just remembering them, and nodded excitedly before he hooked his arm around your shoulders and signalled for everyone to come over to meet you. “Alright, so this is Gibbs, my boss.” He said, gesturing to the elder, and you smiled as you held your hand out to shake while nodding a soft hello. Gibbs returned the smile as he shook your hand, then Tony nodded to who you already had guessed was Tim “Thrandul, the computer monkey.” Though shooting a pointed look to Tony, who just grinned cheekily, McGee still shook your hand and said a soft muttered hello “And, finally, Ziva.” Ziva held her hand out to shake first, and you smiled sweetly as you took it. Despite what Tony had said about her casual everyday brutality, her touch was very tender. She smiled gently and you were slightly awestruck by the light that seemed to shine from her. Quickly, as you dropped our hand from Ziva’s grip, you looked up to Tony, who still seemed to be vibrating with excitement as he held you tight to his side “Everyone, this is Y/N. My baby sister.” Everyone looked to you in almost shock, though varied degrees of it, other than Gibbs. McGee was the most obvious, eyes wide and a soft pout on his lips that Tony would describe as ‘The McGeek look’. Ziva just mouthed ‘oh’ and looked over you in a way that made you shrink into yourself slightly, suddenly self-conscious. Gibbs smiled slightly and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” “You too, sir.” Gibbs pulled a slight face and Tony instantly looked over to you. “He doesn’t like ‘sir’. Just Gibbs.” “Oh. Sorry. Gibbs.” When Gibbs dismissed it with a smile and a nod, Tony went straight to his usual Big Brother mode. “Y/N works for the FBI.” He grinned and you sighed, starting to shift out of his grip so you could hide away. Unluckily, he was still that bit stronger than you and just tugged you over with an almost sadistic glee “Special Agent, but that’s more out of choice. She could be Supervisory if she wanted but that’s more hassle.” “Tony, please.” Hiding yourself in your hands, not wanting to show these borderline strangers how easily you could blush, you tried to elbow Tony off you. Without any real feeling behind it, though, it was useless to try. “She would have gotten in there before I even joined NCIS, but she was a little busy, weren’t you, Peanut?” He chuckled, earning a warning look but he just grinned. “What were you doing?” McGee asked good-naturedly. “Uh, it’s nothing major.” You said with a shrug, nudging Tony when he seemed about to speak “Just…Didn’t want to get right into such a harsh job.” Tony rolled his eyes and looked over to Gibbs. “Can she stay for a bit, boss?” Gibbs looked over you, considering it, and then nodded. “As long as we get some info on this guy, you can stay as long as you want, Y/N. I’ve got to go down to Abby.” The last sentence was directed to the team, who had all gone to their desks at that point. Gibbs then picked something up from Ziva’s desk and turned back to the elevator, leaving you with the other agents in silence for a second as Tony turned to his desk. You looked around awkwardly and then got a chair from the cubicle beside Tim, rolling it over to sit beside Tony and look over his shoulder at what he was doing. Occasionally, you’d poke him in the side and he’d squirm slightly before hitting your hand with a pout that quickly turned into a smile at your childish grin. After one time, you did look up slightly and saw Ziva was watching the both of you with a smile that made you slightly nervous again. When your eyes met, you looked away suddenly. After a few seconds, when Tony had found out some general stuff that he was sure would suffice, he turned to you. “Why didn’t you want me telling them about your tours?” He asked and you frowned softly. “’S not a big deal.” You shrugged and Tony shot you a look “Tony, you didn’t even tell them about me. They don’t need to know everything all at once.” That spread a grin across your brother’s face. “So you’re trying to be mysterious, huh? Don’t tell me it’s to impress McGee.” You rolled your eyes at his antics, as usual, and softly hit his arm as he laughed. “As if.” “He seems like your type.” Tony tried not to laugh halfway through but the angry pout on your face made that all for nothing. “If that’s a joke that he looks like a chick.” Tony put his hands up in near surrender at the glare you gave him.

“So, Y/N.” Tim said when the typing and searching had subsided all through the pen, making all eyes shoot over to him “Which FBI office are you based in?” You turned slightly towards him and sighed softly as you crossed your ankles. “New Haven. Wanted to still be close to home without being…stuck there.” You shrugged as you started to turn on the chair slightly, rocking yourself more than anything. “Nice.” Tim muttered “What branch?” “Mainly organised crime, but I was involved in a few homicide cases and one counter-terrorism. My, uh, expertise is quite interchangeable.” “How long are you in DC?” Ziva asked as she rested her elbows on her desk and leaned forwards as though getting a better look at you. “Six, maybe seven months unless they need me back before that.” Then you looked over to Tony “I might need to stay at your place for a day or two, until I get one sorted.” Tony nodded and mouthed ‘of course’, pulling you into another brief hug that he ended with a soft kiss to the top of your head “You’re a life saver, Junior.” “Anything for my baby sister.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a baby.” You muttered and nudged him gently, though still smiling as you did.

Gibbs then came back, a frown on his face, and Tony instantly stiffened “Uhoh. That’s not good.” He muttered, which made Ziva turn to see the look on Gibbs’ face and she took a deep breath as she turned back. “Do we have anything on this guy?” He snapped and Tony instantly stood, snatching a small remote up from his desk as he manoeuvred around you. He clicked a button and a picture of a naval officer showed up on the screen “Staff Sergeant Devon Kirk. Born in New Jersey to a drug addict who gave him up before he was even two years old, fostered out about a dozen times, barely graduated high school, and joined the Marines pretty much instantly.” Another click that showed up a sheet of paper, zooming on a certain section that was filled with praises on Kirk’s abilities “Quickly rose the ranks, promoted to Corporal faster than anyone in his original squad, seems it was his calling really.” Then Tim stood and took the remote from Tony’s hands, earning him a side-eye. “He was discharged a few months before the first disappearance.” His discharge papers came up on the screen “Apparently he attacked a Corporal when on shore leave; put the guy in the hospital for a month. Since then, he’s not had a stable job. He had and lost five jobs in the first five months after he left the Navy. Then he just...dropped off the radar.” Another click, and a bank statement came up “Nothing since Petty Officer Thompson disappeared. One heavy withdrawal of over half his bank account the day after she was reported missing, then nothing.” You looked over what was on Tony’s screen, frowning slightly as you skimmed the report of Kirk’s behaviour. “He’s probably hiding out somewhere familiar.” You muttered, out of a pure FBI instinct, and everyone looked over to you. “What?” Gibbs asked, turning to you. You looked at him and then looked to your hands. “Sorry. I’ll just…sit here.” You muttered nervously but Gibbs shook his head with a frown. “No, carry on.” First looking to your brother and Tim, then to Ziva, then back to your hands, you sat up straight and cleared your throat. “If he is hiding away, then he’ll be somewhere that he’s used to. I mean, he’s a discharged Staff Sergeant, graduated with a 1.4 GPA, with OCD and intense anxiety. He’s not got a job, no real family, so he’s going to be under intense stress, unless he’s gone back to a place that he’s familiar with and that he knows well.” Everyone was intently watching you, Tony smiling smugly, and you started to shrink more into yourself “I-I’m guessing he’ll go towards military related places. The Marine Corps was the only place he really fit in; his OCD would be mistaken for perfectionism, his anxiety would take a backseat because he’d be focused on orders with strict rules to follow, and he excelled there in a way he never did elsewhere, he had a purpose there. So, probably a place he spent a lot of time in while training or on shore leave. Military bars, houses of old friends, a gym he’d go to.” You looked at Gibbs nervously “He wouldn’t go anywhere new, not since he got kicked out. Too much has changed in his life; he’s too scared to change anything else.” There was a second of silence before Gibbs nodded and a soft smile crossed his face. “Good work, Y/N.” You smiled and ducked your head, especially at the look Tony gave you. Gibbs then sighed and turned “Alright, we need to find him. Hostels, barracks, Navy friends, anything connected to military that he’ll be familiar with.” Everyone hurried back to their desks and got to typing. After a few seconds, where Gibbs did seem to gradually get more and more frustrated, he sighed and stood in the middle of the pen “Anything?” “I might have something.” Ziva said quickly “His last foster family, they were ex-military. They kept in contact with him even after he got discharged.” “Dinozzo, McGee, you get out there. Ziva, keep looking just in case.” You moved to the side as Tony took up his gun and shimmied past you with a soft departing kiss to the top of your head.

Tony and McGee left, Gibbs was soon summoned to MTAC to talk to Kirk’s Major, and that just left you and Ziva. You again opened Tony’s desk and took out his football, tossing it between your hands quickly as you chanced occasional looks at Ziva “That was quite good.” She said eventually and you smiled modestly as you shrugged. “Just observations really.” You threw the ball quite high before catching it easily and putting it on a clear space on the desk “Nothing that was too much of a stretch.” “How did you know he has OCD?” “It’s on his discharge papers.” Ziva seemed to blank before she turned and clicked about on her computer, leaning in with a frown. “Where?” You quickly stood up and hurried over to her to stand behind her and lean over the back of the chair so you could point it out on her screen. “Right…There.” You pointed at the main sentence “Constantly neatening up his quarters, needing to touch the doorframe of every room he walked into. Those sorts of constant specific ‘rituals’, typical counter and arranger-type OCD. It’s a mix of anxiety and total paranoia, that if he doesn’t carry it out exactly right then there’ll be a terrible consequence, probably not helped by the fact that he’d be on a ship and have any number of possible hazards. That’s why he surpassed in the Corps, because they have very specific ways of doing things and their own superstitions and he is very particular about everything he does. Also why he’s more likely to go somewhere familiar, where he knows exactly how his rituals can work out.” Ziva smiled slightly and turned her head to you. “You figured that out, from one line in his discharge papers?” Your shoulder quirked in a half shrug as you smiled. “Not just from that.” You turned to her and were slightly taken aback by how close the two of you were, feeling a blush already starting to spread across your cheeks. Quickly, you turned your head away and stood again before you ran your hand through your hair nervously “Why do you need to find him?” Ziva didn’t look away from you as you walked back to Tony’s desk and sat in his chair. “We think he’s involved in the disappearance of three marines and the death of two.” You nodded your understanding and spun the ball against your palms. “Think he’ll give up the killer?” Ziva frowned and shook her head. “We think he is the killer.” You shook your head insistently as you tossed the ball upwards again. It spun four times before you caught it. “Not with his mind-set. He can’t make these decisions without having a set way behind it or he’ll panic and it’d probably be very easy to catch him, so either he’s being told how to kill very specifically, or he’s in some way an accomplice.” For a second or two, Ziva just looked at you with a gentle frown before she took her phone up and dialled. You didn’t listen in to the conversation, Ziva spoke really quietly and it wasn’t your business anyway. Sure, it was a case and people were probably in danger, but it wasn't your case.

After the call ended, about ten minutes later, she sighed and sat back, looking over to you as you messed with the football. Once or twice it went a bit further back than you though it would but you were quick to lean back to those almost dangerous levels to catch it "What made you come over here now?" She asked suddenly, making you look over quickly. "Um. Well, I didn't hear from Tony for about two years, and about six months ago he just messaged me out of nowhere like nothing had happened." You bowed your head and sighed softly, thinking to all the worry you'd had through those two years and how relieved you were that the message wasn't from someone close to him telling you the worst news. Of course, you'd given him shit for leaving you like that. You took a deep breath and looked at her again "Talking to him again, just made all of it come back, how much I’ve missed him. So I convinced my boss to move me out here for a bit." "And it worked?" Ziva asked with an amused smile, making you smile as you shrugged. "Took a month or two, but...I'm very convincing." Her little laugh, the way she shook her head, made you smile wider and duck your head "It's the, uh, talents of a Dinozzo. When we want something, we charm our way to it." "Did that talent skip Tony?" Ziva asked and you laughed, tipping your head back as you did. "With his track record, I'm guessing it must have." Then you looked to her, still smiling "Don't tell him I said that." "I wouldn't dare." She looked over you for a second and pouted just slightly as though pondering something "Tony never told us about you." You nodded once and quirked your brows up with a sigh. "Yea. He...He isn't the type to put family in with his work life. I get it though, with what our family is like." You clapped your hands together, to try and lighten the mood, and went back to throwing the ball around "But, I couldn't help myself. I've heard a lot of good things about everyone, and I wanted to finally meet the legendary MCRT that Tony keeps going on about." "I'm glad you did." Ziva smiled "Now I have someone to tell me embarrassing stories about Tony's childhood." "I do have a lot of them." You mused and threw the ball up again. Just as you were ready to catch it, a hand shot out from over the little cubicle wall and snatched it on its downward path. You looked over and saw Gibbs, who had suddenly materialised the way Tony would always say he had a habit of doing. "Having fun?" He asked as you sat properly, eyes suddenly wide and face paling slightly at being caught. "I, uh...I guess? I mean..." You stuttered, not missing the slight amused smile shot at you by Gibbs as he threw the ball back to you. "Ziva. Anything else?" He asked, totally ignoring how you were freaking out at Tony's desk. "Not really." Ziva sighed and tapped at her keyboard a little bit "He didn't really have friends outside of the Navy, and the’re all on duty. What did his Major say?" "Nothing much. Didn't know of any safe places he'd go on shore leave, didn't know of any girlfriends or fiancées. He suspected OCD but it wasn't disrupting his performance so there wasn't a point in reporting it." You rolled your eyes. Of course. As long as it doesn't bother anyone, why should mental issues be reported?

After a bit more chat, about possible places that Kirk could be hiding out in (that you did help with), Gibbs sighed and looked over to you "Dinozzo. Can you go down to the lab? Abby should have something for us by now." You hesitated before nodding, not sure why he'd want you to go down there but glad that you wouldn't have to find an excuse to see Abby before they'd finished with a case.

The first thing that hit you about the lab was the booming drums that seemed to come from everywhere at once the second that the door opened. The second thing was the dark haired woman in front of the many monitors, wearing boots that went to her knees and black shorts that only just were visible under her lab-coat as she danced on the spot. You looked around for a stereo or a remote to turn the music down, but you settled for walking over and tapping the woman on the shoulder. She turned quickly, her pigtails hitting her in the face when she did "Oh gosh. You scared me." She pouted before she turned the music down and looked back at you with a smile "Who are you?" "Um, I'm Y/N Dinozzo. Tony's sister. Gibbs said-" "-Tony has a sister?!" Her jaw dropped and she looked over you, walking around you as though seeing every angle would somehow help her see the resemblance. "Uh, yea." "And he didn't tell me?" She stopped in front of you and pouted, dropping her arms down to her sides. "He's not the type." You said hesitantly, slightly scared of Abby. Of course, Tony had warned you about her but he also said she was a bit more…energetic on Caff-Pow, which she seemed to have had a lot of if the contents of the trash were anything to go off "I...He told me all about you though." That seemed to cheer her up, her eyes widening and cheeks puffing out with her smile. "Really? What'd he say about me?" "That you're a bit loopy and you scare him sometimes but in a good way." She put her hands to her heart and smiled "And that your hugs help him more than you probably think they do." "Aww. I knew he loved me really." She sighed happily and dropped her hands to her sides again "Well, even if I didn't know about you, it's great to meet you." She pulled you into a tight hug and hummed before pulling away before you could even slightly reciprocate.

Her eyes scanned over you again and a pout formed across her painted-pink lips "Are you military?" You looked over yourself with a frown. You didn't think you looked particularly military, didn't even look particularly like a fed, but somehow Abby saw through it. "Um, FBI." "But you used to be military?" You hesitated before nodding "Hmm. Thought so." Instantly, you deflated and looked back across your clothes with a pout. "It is obvious?" Abby tutted and shook her head quickly, waving her hand to dismiss it instantly. "Not really. To me, yea. Maybe to Gibbs as well, but I don't think Ziva and McGee would figure it out unless you were in full uniform." She turned to her computer screens then "Have you met them yet?" "Yea, I did. Back upstairs." "What'd you think?" The look on her face was almost like she was asking you about a personal project. Then again, Tony did have his theories about why Abby was so adamant about checking up on them. While you didn't suffer as deeply from Movie Brain as your brother, you had to admit that his conspiracies were well thought out. The likelihood of him not knowing when his precious food has been tampered with, however, was quite low. "Well, Tim seems nice. Quiet, but nice. I mean, I didn't get to talk to him much before Gibbs sent him off with Tony, but Tony didn't really exaggerate about him as much as I thought he would. A bit, you know, but it is Tony." You lowered your eyes to the floor as your thoughts turned to Ziva "Ziva's cool. Really casual, I thought she'd be more...hostile, I guess." Abby laughed, making you snap your eyes to her "What?" "Nothing." Abby shook her head quickly "She's not really that hostile, unless you're Tony. I've always seen her as more butch than anything. Not to say she doesn't have her moments, she's gorgeous in a dress." "Not just in a dress." You muttered before you thought about it, and your eyes widened when Abby shot her head around to look at you. There was a sparkle in her eye that Tony had told you to worry about, it was a trouble sparkle, and you tried to play it off with a smile "She's pretty, prettier than Tony described." Abby nodded a 'sure' and grinned. "What about Gibbs?" "Reminds me of my Supervisory. Just, more head-slaps, less obscure music references." You rubbed your hands together "Speaking of Gibbs, he's why I'm down here. He said you should have something for the case?" The goth nodded instantly, snatching up a piece of paper from the table behind her and holding it out for you. When you took it, she clasped her hands together and swayed softly. "I couldn't get a clear DNA match just yet, it seems to be two different people's blood. But, I ran through drugs tests and found this." She poked one spot on the paper and your eyes were drawn to it. "Paroxetine." You smiled softly "OCD medication." Abby nodded, almost proudly “I was right." Then you looked to her with a smile "Thanks, Abs. It was so good meeting you." "Oh." She frowned happily and hugged you again, this time letting you return it "It was great meeting you. We should hang out sometime, properly. Like, go for drinks." "I'd really like that." You nodded once when she moved away "See you later." She waved energetically and bounced on the balls of her feet as you left back to the bullpen.

When you got up to the bullpen again, the paper clutched in your hands like it was a report card, Tony and Tim were back. Tony saw you first and pointed an accusatory finger in your direction "I thought you'd ran off." He said when you got close enough to hear him. "Sorry, Junior. Abby was...talking." After a second of thought, he nodded his understanding "Very huggy." "Yea, you get used to it." You rounded the desks and went to Gibbs, holding the paper out to him. He looked over you as he took it like Abby had done, making you realise that maybe you stood more military than you first thought. You tried to relax your shoulders, and a twitch of a smile caught your attention as he must have noticed it, but he put his glasses on and looked over the paper. "What am I looking at here?" "The, um, drug tests on the blood. At least one of the two had Paroxetine in their system. It's a SSRI. Taken for depression, OCD, panic disorders, or PTSD." "We think Kirk was there?" You nodded softly and sighed. "If he's taking Paroxetine, he might be a bit more capable on his own than I thought." Gibbs took his glasses off and sat back with a hardly-audible sigh. You took that as a dismissal so you went back to sit beside Tony again.

Soon after, your exhaustion from the travel started to kick in. Your head started to droop down until you were resting against your crossed arms on the desk, drifting slowly into sleep. What shocked you out of it was Tony's hand placed gently on your shoulder, just slightly shaking you back into the real world "You should get to my place, Peanut. Get some sleep." He said calmly and you nodded "Want me to drive you?" "I can do it." Ziva said quickly, making you both look over to her. Tony stood slowly and crossed his arms with a suspicious pout on his lips. "Why would you want to?" "Because, Tony, Gibbs still needs you to tell him what happened when you questioned Kirk's foster parents, and I don’t have much to do." Though a feasible excuse, Tony still looked cautious until you sighed and sat up. "Don't be a prick, Anthony." You stretched out your arms with a groan before looking at Ziva again "Thank you, Ziva. I'd like that." She smiled gently and stood to put her jacket on. Tony's eyes widened the second you finished the sentence, but you ignored him while you stood up and stretched out again before dropping your arms around his neck in a hug "I'll see you when you finish up." He grumbled in reply but calmed his slight annoyance down enough to hug you back. "Alright. I'll take-" "-I'll take the couch. It's your place, it's not fair for me to take over your bed." He shook his head but knew better than to take you on, especially when you were tired, so just kissed your forehead and patted you on the shoulder twice. Before you were out of the vicinity of the bullpen, he held his hand out to you with a key pinched between his fingers. "There. Don't want to tell you where I hid the spare." "Same sort of spot you have since you first got your own place, I'm guessing." Tony paused then nodded and put his key back into his pocket. You sighed and looked back to McGee and Gibbs "It was nice meeting you." Gibbs nodded in acknowledgement and Tim looked up with a smile and a wave. "Hope to see you again." Tim called out as you turned back. "Down boy." You heard from Tony as you followed Ziva to the elevator "That's my baby sister." Ziva laughed softly at the eye-roll and shake of your head that Tony earned.

You didn't speak to her until you got to your car, instead focusing very hard on staying awake so you didn't face-plant in front of her. You handed Ziva the keys after unlocking the doors, sliding into the passenger seat with a deep sigh and tipping your head back. Ziva looked over you for just a second before she started the car up "You might want to buckle up." She said, making you look over to her "Tony must have told you about my driving." "Oh, yea. Said you make Fast and Furious look like Mario Kart." You mumbled as you buckled yourself in before relaxing again. "I promise to calm it down, so you can rest." "Thanks." You sighed and shifted to get a bit more comfortable before starting to drift off again. Before you'd even left the parking lot, you were sound asleep.

You woke with a start when you felt a soft push at your shoulder, looking around and realising you were at Tony's place. You groaned and rolled your head to get rid of the slight tension that had come up from sleeping while sat upright. As you ran your hand through your hair, you smiled sleepily at Ziva "Thanks again. Hope I didn't snore." "Not much." Just the idea that you had, even slightly, made you sigh. At least you hadn't drooled on yourself though. You both exited the car and you, again, stretched. Your shirt rode up a bit and you were quick to drop your arms with a quick look to Ziva, making sure she hadn't noticed. She hadn't seemed to, so you sighed in relief. "I'll give you money for a cab back." You said as she handed you the keys back. "No need. I volunteered, it's no trouble." You were about to insist but the look on her face made you think it probably wasn't the best thing to do so you just nodded as you rounded the car to get your luggage. Ziva silently insisted on helping you with that as well, since it was a bit too much for you to carry in one trip, and you again thanked her at the door of Tony's place as well as apologised for the inconvenience. She just chuckled and again said it was no trouble at all as you opened the door and just placed the bags inside next to the door so you could deal with it all later on "Would you like to meet for dinner after the case is closed?" She asked suddenly, just as you took the last bag from her hands. It made you pause for a second but you nodded softly and placed the bag down. "Um, yea, sure." At her smile, you couldn't stop yours from spreading across your face no matter how you tried to calm it as you dug your hands in your pockets to find your phone "I'll give you my number, so you can text me or call me or whatever when it's finished up." She handed you her own phone and you tapped your number in as a new contact before handing it back to her with a smile "I guess I'll hear from you then." "Unless you come to visit the team again before then." It almost sounded hopeful and caused another smile from you. "From what Tony's told me about your success rate, it won't take too long. I guess we'll see though." You shrugged, and the two of you stood in silence for a second or two until Ziva took in a deep breath and sighed. "I should go back." You nodded once and held your hand out for her to shake. "It was great to finally meet you." Ziva smiled and shook your hand, slowly and with a gentle grip that still seemed nothing like what Tony said she was usually like and left your palm tingling. "It was great to meet you as well. I only hope Tony had told us about you before." There seemed to be something in how she looked over you but you shrugged it off as wishful thinking as she turned and left with a final goodbye.

You locked up and instantly went over to lie on the couch with a sigh. You had no idea where Tony kept his spare blankets, if he even had any, but you didn't even really have the time to wonder about it. You didn’t have time to do much but move one of the decorative cushions to use as a pillow before you were drifting off to sleep again, still fully dressed including your shoes. It had been a long day.

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lordnochybaty · 5 years

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mcnozzo + 8

Unexpected filling of old prompts is unexpected but this fic was stuck on my drive for a while. :) Thank you for being my enabler and giving me prompts :*

Also on A03. :)

“Wait, you’re still playing the game?” McGee suddenly asked, as always focusing on what was totally not the point of the story.

In fact, it was barely in the story at all and if it was not an absolutely crucial part of the introduction, Tony would have skipped it altogether. For the integrity of his tale, he powered through and vaguely mentioned in the beginning while skillfully and speedily making his way to the point which was: he had cool friends.

And not only the ones back from the day! Oh no! New ones. He was making new friends. Outside of the office! And they. were. cool.

Fair enough Eliot was, technically speaking, just one friend and yes, okay, so Tony did meet him via the stupid game he started playing in the first place to prank McGee, but he was still cool.

“Occasionally!” admitted Tony and McGee squinted at him. “When I’m bored!”

McGee kept giving him a suspicious look so he caved: “Okay, fine, it’s sort of fun and painfully addictive and I’ve indulged a bit more when I was stuck home with a twisted ankle, okay?”

Some people said that the way to hide a lie was to tie it up with enough of the truth. That was one way. The other was to tie it up with plenty of other lies and letting people think they caught you easily. Throw them a bone. Burry your actual lies under ten tons of other lies. No one cares to dig that deep.

Certainly not McGee who turned away with a self-satisfied smirk.

Probably because he never rejoined the game after the whole Claire fiasco. Not that Tony was checking, because he wasn’t.

“Anyway, you were telling us how you went for a date with a geeky boy you met through a game,” reminded Abbie and Ziva snorted into her coffee.

Tony glared at Abbie and her bright smile. Why was she even in the bullpen? Didn’t she have anything to do in the lab? Sure, they didn’t have a case on, but this story-telling time was planned to let everyone know Tony had a varied social circle and was doing fine. It did not account for the extra level of sass from the Queen of Darkness.

“His name is Eliot,” Ziva supplied. “And he’s not a geek, he’s a firefighter.”

Her tone suggested she was mocking Tony but he clicked his fingers, pointing at her, acknowledging her point and also the fact that at least she was listening.

“Exactly! Thank you, Ziva!”

McGee frowned. “You do realize she did not negate the fact that it was a date, right?”

“She sure didn’t!” agreed Abby fast. “So? How was your date?”

“It wasn’t a date!”

“Wait, you actually met him?” Tim suddenly jumped in.

“Yes, that’s what this story is all about. Keep up, Mcconfused. Ziva accused me of not having any friends, and I contradicted her by starting this thrilling tale that got highly derailed, about a cool new friend I recently made, whose name is Eliot and who is a firefighter. I admit the way we first spoke was pretty nerdy, but we both have pretty decent excuses of being injured and bored at the time, so I’ve decided to let it slide.”

“And when you met him he turned out to be a 13-year-old pimpled nerd?” Tim asked hopefully.

“No, McSpoilFun. He turned out to be a super cool guy and we’ve had a blast and we’re going out to watch a game at the bar this week because unlike some judgy Mossad ladies, I do have friends.”

“I do have -”

“A dead marine to see, as you all do. Grab your gear!”

They all rushed away, jumping to comply with Gibbs’ order.

The case took their minds away from Tony’s new cool friend for few days until it was a week later and Tony was bored out of his skull and decided to log into the game for a bit.

After their meeting last night he expected a message from Eliot - and he got one because he was not the one to be ignored - but he never expected his very own Elflord to chat him up the moment he logged in.

elflord: wow, you really do play this game, huh?

Tony considered not replying, letting his dignified silence be the answer enough, but decided it would only backfire in the end.

claire69: I’m bored, probie. and slightly hungover. what can I say?

elflord: Rough night?

claire69: Eliot can drink me under the table. it does make him cooler, but also more painful to hang out with. also, my team lost :(

elflord: You really met this guy? elflord: twice?

claire69: told you already, probie

elflord: It’s just hard for me to believe you would meet someone while playing an online game. You always claim how nerdy it is and how there are no redeeming qualities for people who play it and then suddenly this guy supposedly hanged all the stars as far you’re concerned!

Tony frowned. Probie sounded really pissed about that, blowing it way out of proportion. Tony felt he should probably stop the conversation or derail it entirely, but as always he just could never resist an opportunity to poke his probie. Especially not when he already somehow accidentally managed to get under Tim’s skin. It was a compulsion, really.

claire69: Well, probie, he is also a firefighter. I think that makes him cooler than the game makes him nerdier. It’s a careful balance you see.

elflord: I AM AN NCIS AGENT!

claire69: …claire69: Really, since when?

elflord: Fuck you, tony

claire69: LANGUAGE, McSweary! claire69: seriously, why you’re so mad? are you jealous or something?

A few times an icon of typing showed up but no actual words and Tony bit his lip. He probably overplayed it waaay too much. He really should have backed off quietly, cover it all with jokes so they could move on.

Or he could press the issue like the hopeful moron that he was.

claire69: Why are you so jealous, McGreen?

elflord: God you’re such a painelflord: I guess, it’s just so annoying that you only ever see me as the nerdy, uncool friend but are happy to dismiss all nerdy things about this guy for some reason.

/ claire69: He actually only played the game while stuck at home with a broken leg. His friend recommended it. He’s not nerdier than I am, Probie. / Tony deleted his answer.

/ claire69: I do not just see you as a nerd. I let you in further than any / he deleted the last word / than other friends and / he deleted it all.

Tony scratched his unshaved chin. This was getting potentially sticky. The “you might still joke your way out of here and they might pretend to buy it, but you’re not going back to easy friendship ever again” kind of sticky. Been there, done that. Usually not worth the bother.

Usually.

claire69: Well, I never went out on a date with you. ;)

He stood up suddenly, walking away from the computer. He used a smiley face! Still could be a joke! Totally a joke! Hahaha, us dating, how funny is it, McGee, huh? How funny?! Hahaha! Oh dear god, he was so screwed.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge, ignoring the fact that it was way too early to start on that. Special circumstances and all that shit.

He sat back heavily before his computer, anxiously checking the chat window.

elflord: *eyeroll* You didn’t go on a date with Eliot.

Tony took a gulp of the beer.

“Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies,” he murmured, finding some comfort in a familiar game of finding the right movie quote even as his heart pounded nervously.

claire69: Nah, he’s painfully straight.

The pause was getting a bit long and Tony’s fingers took up the role of his usually rambling mouth.

claire69: Met his wife even. Kinda killed the mood.

He breathed carefully, drinking his beer and keeping his hands away from the keyboard. Stop digging your grave, DiNozzo, he thought firmly, it’s deep enough already. Suddenly he felt sick, the beer swishing unpleasantly in his empty stomach. He stood up slowly and made his way to the kitchen, pouring the beer into the sink and putting away the empty bottle. He pressed his forehead against the fridge and then thumped it a few times against the hard surface for a good measure. He was an absolute idiot.

He vaguely wondered if this will be the reason he will end up quitting NCIS. He already worked there way longer than he was usually able to stick with one jig. He was wondering what will finally make him crack. Until now his bet was more on getting a permanent brain damage from Gibbs’ headslaps than finally more openly flirting with McGee and creeping him the fuck out. Smooth, really smooth, he mocked himself. He should’ve saved himself some worry and just pass probie a note while in the bullpen “Hey, wanna break rule 12? Circle yes or no. xoxoxo, Tony.”

He dragged his feet back to the computer. From afar he saw Tim finally did reply and it was nothing really long. He sighed, sitting back and reading the message.

elflord: … Tony, would you go on a date with me?elflord: … Tony?

Tony realized he was grinning like a loon when the next, slightly lengthier message appeared.

elflord: Tony, I swear to god, if this is one of your pranks and you’re going to mock me for this, I will kill you. Abbie will help me. No one will find your body.

Tony chuckled and finally typed out his response.

claire69: Tonight at 7? claire69: I’ll pick you up. :*

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ezairick · 6 years

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Unpopular opinions about NCIS

When NCIS first began, I loved the show. It had interesting characters and cases, and there was more focus on the interaction of the characters than with the other relatively new show, CSI. This didn’t mean I was blind to problems with the show, but they were relatively minor compared to the show just a few seasons later. The small problems became big problems and though the show can still be entertaining, though I must admit that I haven’t watched any of the newer episodes after Tony left, so can’t speak to anything after that.

The cases themselves changed. For the first two seasons, while they certainly dealt with terrorism, the cases of the first two season were mainly crimes committed by ordinary people because of grief, love, envy, money, stupidity and so on. However, ever since Ziva joined the team, it felt like every case was about terrorism. I know that is not entirely true, but it seemed like every episode started with a bomb going off, and then instead of an interesting episode of guessing who could have done the murder, and why, now you instead wondered which terrorist group was going to get mentioned this time, and for what ideology. And honestly, it got boring real fast.

Which brings me to the characters of the show.

Gibbs is probably the most iconic character on the show, but let’s be honest, if NCIS was real he would have been fired years ago. Comparing Gibbs of season 1 and 2 to the rest of the show, it is easy to see that Gibbs was changed, and not just because of the amnesia. He was always a bastard but in the first two seasons, he had more principles, he didn’t break the law, he certainly bent it but he didn’t break it, and he didn’t commit crimes or let others get away with it. The whole plot surrounding his Shannon and Kelly, and murdering the guy who killed them, was not thought up, before the change in the management, which happened between season 2 and 3.

There are many issues with Gibbs, some of which were there from the start. There is his behaviour towards his team. No one should be allowed to head slap a colleague, besides being abusive it shows disrespect. And I feel this is part of the reason that Kate, McGee, and Ziva did not take DiNozzo seriously. Another reason for this is that Gibbs set DiNozzo up for fail. Because he created a flat structure, McGee and Ziva saw themselves equal to DiNozzo in terms of rank, even though he was the Senior Field Agent. And as the SFA he was supposed to be in charge when Gibbs wasn’t there but because Gibbs didn’t respect the position, and treated all three as if they were of equal rank, DiNozzo was often undermined by the others, and therefore incapable of doing part of his job.

Though Gibbs took pride in being a bastard, he should never have been allowed to run his team, like that, nor should he have been allowed to keep them at work for so many hours as he did. After all agents who haven’t slept nor eaten are far more likely to commit serious mistakes. Another difference between the first two seasons and later is that in the first two seasons we often see Gibbs, helping with the collection of evidence, sketching, and taking photos, but now he just mainly stand around asking, Ducky for a time of death, and drink coffee.

Further, just why is it Gibbs is treated like a god at NCIS? The directors of NCIS, except for Tom Morrow, who kept Gibbs at his proper place as the team leader of MCRT, though if truly proper place he should just have fired him, Jenny and Vance seem to treat Gibbs as if he can do nothing wrong, even when he is causing more problems. Gibbs completely run over them and acts like he is the director of NCIS and everything must go his way, and what is worse the directors let him. He is constantly given access to things he should not, and make decisions way above his pay grade. He is treated more like a co-director than anything else. And this is the same guy, who killed the man who killed his family, way to start your law enforcement career, who helped Mike Franks smuggle in immigrants, again not necessarily bad but he works for a law enforcement agency, allowed Mike Franks to not only get away with assaulting his agent, DiNozzo, but also allowed him to get away with murder, seriously the only way you can tell Gibbs is supposed to be the good guy, is that he has a badge.

Gibbs also constantly live by the rule – Do as I say not as I do – and as seen requiem it nearly let to the death of himself and a civilian, but he didn’t seem to have learned anything from that.

The team might have the highest closing rates, because of Gibbs, but it will naturally also have the lowest conviction rates of any teams at NCIS. I know we don’t get to see the aftermath of a case after Gibbs have gotten his confession, but if we did it would be of a flustered prosecutor, trying to convince the jury that the guy at trial is a bad guy, because Gibbs said he is. And that would be what the prosecutor had to work with, when trying to get a conviction. Gibbs often don’t have the time to get a warrant, even seems to think he is above such things, but that means that everything they find in the houses or other privately owned places they enter without warrants Is inadmissible in court and so is everything else found based on those finds. And the same applies with McGee’s and Abby’s hacking. Further the confession can be tossed because of Gibbs threatening behaviour in the interrogation room.

Gibbs is mostly known for being a bastard and seems to take pride in it, but how can he be such a role model, and why don’t the show realise that there is something wrong with having a team leader, who treats his team with disrespect, especially DiNozzo, who has serious issues with control, as in throwing tantrums when not the person in control of things, a person who is willing to actively sabotage other people’s cases just so he can close his case, and a person who seems incapable of handling any form of competition, and always have to be the best, in his own definition of the word.

For Tony DiNozzo I would like to give a huge shout out to Michael Weatherly, who managed to make Tony a comprehensive and cohesive character despite his character either being a complete moron only there as the comic relief, or an extremely competent investigator, lightyears ahead of the others, depending on who wrote the script for that week, so props to that. Tony is my favourite character on the show, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand when people see him as annoying. He can be. He is constantly going through people’s things, and he wants to know everything he can about them and what they are doing. He also plays various pranks on his team mates, however he is not abusing nor bullying the others. Those descriptions fit Abby, Ziva, and McGee better.

Starting in season 3 DiNozzo has been dumbed down to, I suspect, make the other characters look that much more impressive. Despite this DiNozzo is still the best at investigating, also when you look at their educations. Phys. Ed. Isn’t just about sports, they are also required to know anatomy and psychology, add to that his many years in law enforcement as a detective. On the other hand, Ziva and McGee, who both had a few seasons where they seemed to think that they are so much better than DiNozzo, and were more suited to be the SFA, are actually less prepared to be investigators. McGee is a better fit for the Cyber Crime Unit as that is all his education qualifies him for, and though Ziva was trained by the Mossad, they are not an investigation agency, they do espionage. That is like saying because I ride horses, and horses are often on grass fields, I must be exceptional at golf, because it also takes place on grass. Besides as a liaison officer assigned to NCIS she would never have been made SFA, nor should she ever have been allowed on the team. I sort of like Ziva, but every time I start really liking her, the writers pulled a new stunt, that just worked against her. And unlike McGee and Abby we didn’t have those seasons and episodes to help us like her more.

I talked before about how Abby, McGee, and Ziva were bullies without explaining how. Now as before I stated that DiNozzo could be annoying and I can certainly see that and understand how that can be frustrating having to work with him, but DiNozzo has never questioned the qualifications of his fellow colleagues, which those three have done repeatedly, or said that the only reason they had the position they had was because of how long they had been there and not because they were qualified and competent, nor has he ever considered them incompetent and incapable of doing their jobs, Abby and her training stickers amongst general statements made by the others. He has never second guessed them in front of witnesses or argued with them about his work in front of other colleagues or witnesses. He has never pulled a gun on them and threatened to shoot them, and he has never ever left them without backup and then treated that significant breach in trust as a joke. If I had to choose I would rather work with someone who could be annoying than work with people who routinely questioned my ability to do my job and my position on the team.

I actually like Bishop, it took a while to settle her character, but she is not as antagonistic as Ziva and Kate, which makes for a nice change, and she seems to respect the chain of command. The show has settled down some between Tony, McGee, Ellie, as there aren’t as much in fighting and backstabbing as there was before with Ziva, and to some respect Kate, on the team. It’s nice that the team can be seen more like friends instead of colleagues who hate each other.

Ziva and McGee broke the fundamental rule of law enforcement, you don’t leave your partner without backup, which they did in the episode Dead Air, and for the rest of the episode it was treated like the greatest joke ever, after all, leaving your partner unable to call for help should he need it, when looking for a terrorist who has already killed three people and are saying that more are to come, is just do damn funny. I will say I have read some fanfiction dealing with this episode, and though for the most part I like them, one thing that puzzles me about it, is that the authors of these stories often put the majority of the blame on Ziva and then redeem McGee. I think the reason for that is that as I stated before that we have episodes of naïve baby McGee who listened to Tony to fall back on, while Ziva started out as the sister of Ari, who killed Kate, and a short time later, was the new colleague who thought it a good idea to invite every person of the extended team except Tony, and then the woman who refused to give vital information to Tony, and instead decided that she would only tell Gibbs about Rivkin, and then as the grieving woman who pulled a gun on Tony, to the woman who paid Tony back for saving her from Somalia by leaving him without backup. Unless you’re a Ziva or Tiva fan it is easy to see why she gets the punishment while McGee who is just as guilty is given redemption.

Which brings me to the bane of NCIS: Tiva. I get it, both Tony and Ziva are played by attractive people, and the writers certainly ended up pushing it down our throats. Or at least for us who don’t like Tiva. Normally I get that people have different tastes and therefore ship different pairings, and I am fine with that. I am not the shipping police, but let’s be honest when it comes to Tiva, it’s just plain wrong. If Ziva was played by someone not attractive or it was Tony who had pulled all that shit on Ziva instead of the other way around, people would have been busy shouting about the obvious abusive relationship, but it is not so and instead the relationship seem to be a fan favourite.

I have never understood that and especially after Dead Air. How can you possible justify a loving and respectful relationship between them when Ziva was very much willing to let Tony die, when she left him without backup. How can there be a relationship between them, a good healthy and respectful relationship, when it is obvious from just watching a few episodes that Ziva does not in any way respect Tony nor respect his position on the team? If you are unable to respect your partner at work, then how can you possibly respect them at home? And why would they even be together? Why would Ziva be with Tony when she doesn’t respect Tony at work, and routinely disrespect him and questions his competence and orders? And why would Tony like someone who doesn’t respect him, has pulled a gun on him, have actually shot him, although by mistake, and someone who left him without backup and then laughed about it?

There are many more things that are bugging me about NCIS, but this is the end of this rant. Sorry for the ramblings.

#ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #gibbs #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #tim mcgee #mcgee #abby #abby sciuto #tiva #dead air #personal rant #sorry for the rant #ellie bishop #bishop

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scarpool-gmk · 3 years

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Title: Godly Marine: Killed Author: Scarpool Fandom(s): NCIS, Percy Jackson & the Olympians Pairing(s): Gen Rating: PG/K+ Summary: Chapter 5 (6/13) — Staff Sergeant Michael Kahale, Marine Corps Mechanic and Son of Athena, was murdered. Annabeth Chase is determined to find out who did it and why. She, along with Percy Jackson, Grover Underwood, and Clarisse La Rue, infiltrate NCIS where they team up with NCIS Agents Leroy Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, and Ziva David. Complete Genre: Fanfiction, Mystery, Drama, Humour, General, Action Warnings: N/A

"Where are we at, right now?" Annabeth sighed out.

Grover glanced at her, his pretend Boss, before quickly going back through the recorded security feed he was viewing along with Tim. Annabeth had instructed him to look over the tape specifically to look out for anything monster or divine related, trusting the mortals to find any suspicious happenings themselves. Guess she wasn't just pretending to be the Boss. A very tired one at that.

"BOLO's out on Marko Tarsibo," Agent DiNozzo reported, "Metro has been notified, and the local LEOs and highway patrol have been informed to look out for him and his fancy ride."

"McGee, Underwood," Gibbs called, a new cup of coffee steaming in his hand, "Where's Michael Kahale?"

"Getting it, Boss," Tim responded, "Tarsibo's security is just one long continuous feed. I'm having to rewind."

"Rewind faster."

"You know," Grover thought aloud as he watched the speed of the video increase to an hour per second, "He never really comes out of his office. He only came out when you guys were- wait! There!"

"I see it," Tim said, "Putting it on the screen, Boss."

Grover turned to watch as Marko Tarsibo sauntered out of his office to greet Michael.

"Is there audio on this?" Gibbs asked.

Tim shook his head. "No."

"Everything looks to be going all right," Percy commented as he watched the video.

Agent David hummed in disagreement. "Sergeant Kahale seems very tense."

It must have been something that Tarsibo said, but they couldn't hear. In an instant, Michael had a dagger at Tarsibo's throat. A celestial bronze dagger. It was a little blurrier than the rest of the video, but there was no hiding it. Well, there was the connection that Annabeth wanted Grover to find.

"Woah!" Agent DiNozzo exclaimed, "Bad deal? Shows us how the business can really be cutthroat."

The scene became less tense as whatever Tarsibo was saying, made Michael remove the dagger from the man's throat. A mistake that Grover recognized. Monsters could be incredible tricksters and could lay down some intense traps. Michael moved to take out a pouch from his pockets and dumped the contents on the counter.

"Gold coins?" David wondered.

"Whatever it is," DiNozzo said, observing as Michael was handed car keys and left, "He certainly didn't pay in cash. We thinking a gold smuggling ring, Boss?"

"I don't think so," Gibbs said and turned to Annabeth, "What did you get on the person Kahale called?"

"The phone was a burner, but the name of the contact was Annabeth Chase."

Grover tried not to look too conspicuous as he glanced at Annabeth.

"I spoke with her parents, who live in San Francisco," Annabeth continued. "They have not seen her for months."

"Get a BOLO out on her."

"Already did."

Grover was snapped back to his own assigned job as he saw a scene blur through the screen.

"Stop," Grover demanded, his heart skipping a beat.

The other discussions in the squad room stopped.

"What?" Tim asked.

"I said stop," Grover snapped, staring at the video, "Let it run."

Nothing happened on the screen for a while.

"What are we looking at, Underwood?" Agent Gibbs asked.

"They will come on any second, now," Grover murmured.

"They?" Agent David asked.

Shadows rippled across the rental as the door opened, and a couple walked in.

"Kids?" Tim said, surprised, "Wonder what they're doing here."

"Aw, look," Agent DiNozzo teased, "They're matching."

"Purple is a nice color, Tony," David said.

Grover didn't say anything. He didn't dare remove his eyes from the screen. He recognized the way the kids carried themselves. He recognized the battered and tired way the kids looked. He recognized the way they considered the room. He recognized the way the video blurred in specific areas to hide divine weapons. Grover wanted to yell at them to run away. They had no idea what they were about to walk into.

Grover's blood ran cold as he saw Tarsibo come out of the office, the smile masquerading on his face looking sleazier than usual. The conversation they had was short before Tarsibo made an obvious gesture towards his office.

"I don't like where this is going," Tim said. Agents David and DiNozzo made a sound of agreement. Gibbs and the demigods stayed silent.

The door closed behind the three of them, blocking them from the camera.

"You sure there wasn't any surveillance in that office?" Tim asked, worried.

"We're sure," David said.

The office door swung wide open, and one of the kids scrambled out. He was covered in blood spatters. He was running. But the boy didn't get to go far. Tarsibo came from behind him, a curved blade in hand, and gutted the boy. The tip of the sword gleamed from its place, sticking out of the boy's chest.

They watched as the man- no- as the monster dragged the dead boy back in the office.

"He…he killed them," Agent DiNozzo whispered.

"They couldn't have been older than thirteen," David stated.

"Get back over there and lock it down," Agent Gibbs ordered, "Bring anything you can to Abby. McGee, get an ID on those kids. Keep going through that security feed."

"Boss, check this out," Tim said. He brought up the recordings again. The time was a little under a week old. A day before the date of the murder of the kids.

"Don't tell me it's more kids," Agent DiNozzo said.

"No," David observed as the video played out. "It is Mrs. Kahale."

They watched as Mrs. Kahale interaction lasted less than three minutes and ended with handshakes.

"Well," DiNozzo commented, "She's still alive."

"Bring her in," Gibbs said and headed towards the elevator.

"I'll update Director Vance," Annabeth said, "Grover, can you go through the video?"

Grover nodded.

"Where are you going, Boss?" DiNozzo asked.

"Autopsy."

"Gibbs," Annabeth called, climbing up the stairs, "I'll meet you at Abby's after your visit to Ducky. I want to see those notes as well."

Gibbs lifted a hand in response.

DiNozzo gave a long sigh. "I guess someone is going to have to go back to the dealership."

"I'm already on the way to pick up the stepmom," Clarisse huffed, snatching her gear and hurrying her way out.

Tony stumbled to get his own stuff, but David beat him to it. "You've already paired up with Agent La Rue, Tony," she said, giving her excuses, "Besides, you already know the way there."

Grover shared a smirk with Tim as Tony stood there, betrayal written on his face. The smile fell of Grover's face as he got to work going through all of the tape.

"Come on," Grover heard Percy say, "Let them have their girl time. They should have a great time discussing um…"

"All the ways to kill and torture someone?" Tony supplied weakly.

"…Yeah…"

-Σαμεσ-

Jimmy was helping Dr. Mallard with the final stitches for the deceased Staff Sergeant Michael Kahale when Agent Gibbs strode in.

"Ah! Jethro! How good of you to come down. Ziva nor Anthony are injured?"

"Both okay and working, Doc. What have you got?"

"A time of death. Sometime from one o'clock in the morning to one thirty. I can also confirm that, although very healthy, the Staff Sergeant had been taking to consuming greasy food for the past couple of days."

"Bar food," Gibbs said.

"Yes," Dr. Mallard nodded, "I did a thorough autopsy. His internal organs were perfectly fine; I'd dare say this young man never drank a drop of alcohol in his life! But there were definitely tissue and muscle scars in numerous places."

"He's like an ancient Greek soldier," Jimmy mused. "Like in the stories. You know, Achilles…" He faltered as Gibbs turned to look at him, and he felt the nervous need to explain. "Well, Abby has the Greek notes you found, and like the knife which was Greek and stuff." Jimmy's face burned as he ended his stammering.

Dr. Mallard gave him a small smile, "Actually, Mr. Palmer is quite right to make such connections."

Really? Jimmy beamed with relief and admiration for his mentor.

"Besides all of the things that you found in the Sergeant's apartment," Dr. Mallard turned the head of the man to the side and pointed at the bullet hole, "What do you make of this?"

"Skilled shot," Gibbs said, "Went straight through, clean kill."

"Yes, skilled it may have been," Dr. Mallard said, "Or luck."

"Not a chance, Duck," Gibbs scoffed. "I don't believe in luck, especially not with a shot like that from the driver."

"Yes, but Abby found something that makes me believe that our killer certainly believed in luck and Fortune- Fortune with a capital F."

"Ah, Ducky, no more mythology stuff."

Dr. Mallard chuckled, "I believe that it is a prominent theme in this case. There were many times when I served where old mythologies and superstitions were practiced by the local soldiers or militia. And these scratches on his back, I believe, were placed there because of Hellhounds."

"Hellhounds?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, in many religions, including sects of Christianity and many mythologies and folklore, Hellhounds were the hounds of the Devil or the underworld who sniffed out and dragged souls down to the fiery abyss."

"So, it's a message?" Gibbs questioned.

Ducky shrugged. "I'm not quite sure."

Gibbs groaned. "Alright, let me go see, Abby. And we might need you some more, Duck," Gibbs said, "I'll get McGee or Underwood to send you a video."

"Catch a murder on tape, did you? Who is the victim?"

Gibbs stopped right as the automatic doors hissed open and turned around. He held up two fingers. "Two kids, Ducky." He walked out.

Kids!? Jimmy looked at Dr. Mallard with wide eyes. Were they going to have to dissect kids!?

Dr. Mallard gave a long, sad sigh. "Mr. Palmer," he said, "Once you are done helping me with Staff Sergeant Kahale here, you may go home for the night."

Jimmy nodded. He trusted Dr. Mallard to know his assistant's limitations. While this would be a good teaching moment, Jimmy just wasn't ready for it yet.

-Ανναβετη-

Annabeth climbed the rest of the way down to the upper basement level at the same time as the elevator dinged, signaling Agent Gibbs's arrival.

Gibbs gave her a wary look. "Waiting for me?"

Annabeth smirked. It was always nice to know that she had calculated the timing perfectly. "Nope, I just came down." She frowned at the large drink the older man was carrying. "Should she really be having another one?"

Gibbs gave a shrug while shaking his head, before continuing into Abby's lab. Annabeth groaned at the assault on her ears. She hoped she wouldn't have to endure this for long.

"Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed. "Lima!" She gasped, her eyes shining, "And Caf-Pow!"

She went to grab it with both hands, but Gibbs held it away from her. "Abbs, the notes. And Ducky said you got something on the bullet."

Abby pouted but went straight to work. "So, bullet first because if I start talking about the notes, I will lose it. That guy was amazingly talented and the fact that-"

"Abby," Gibbs interrupted, "The bullet."

Abby took a breath to calm down. "Okay," she said with an excited smile, "The bullet has an engraving."

"An engraving?" Annabeth asked, "Of what?"

Abby pulled up the picture, blowing up the image of the bullet to show the engraving in detail.

"A wheel?" Gibbs said, an eyebrow raised.

"Not just a wheel," Abby corrected, "The wheel of fortune, the symbol of Fortuna."

"Tyche," Annabeth modified. Although that wasn't entirely correct. None of Tyche's symbols were of the wheel of fortune.

"No," Abby insisted, "The wheel is more a symbol of the Roman goddess, not the Greek one."

Oh. Well, Annabeth felt sheepish. While being steeped in the Greek world, she had barely touched upon the Roman myths. She should definitely brush up on that. It seems that the Roman myths may have some connection with the divine world.

"So, what are you saying," Gibbs asked, "That our killer was aided by a god?"

Annabeth shifted. Well, it was a possible scenario. And if that's what happened, this case just got more complicated. But why would Tyche help kill the son of Athena?

"Although, I'm sure that there are all sorts of supernatural beings around," Abby said earnestly, "That shot was made by one skilled shooter. No, the engraving is really cool, and I'm sure the story behind it is just as awesome, but I want to show you the equipment that made it."

A photo of a bulky machine came on the screen. "Ta-da! The Automotive-Plus Micro-Laser Engraver FZ-300™! Want to take a guess at who owns one of those?"

Annabeth gave out a tired sigh. "Marko Tarsibo."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Great," Annabeth said, "More evidence against this guy. We just need to find him."

"Not done yet, Lima," Gibbs said, "Not till we get it out of him."

Annabeth frowned at him. "Isn't a foolproof pile of evidence good enough?"

"Nah," Gibbs said, "I prefer getting a straight confession."

"Oh, is that how you do things? How's that been working for you?" Annabeth teased. No way would people just admit to hardcore crimes to this guy.

"Been working pretty well," Gibbs said with a self-satisfied nod.

Unbelievable.

"Anyway," Abby said, "Now that that's over with, let's move on to Michael's ridiculous brilliance."

"What do you got?" Gibbs said.

"Horrible grammar," Abby said in a weird tone.

Gibbs gave her an odd look. "What?"

Annabeth mirrored Gibbs. "What was wrong with his grammar?"

Abby gave a gratified smile. "It's Greek for 'Ancient Words.'"

Oh, Annabeth realized, Abby was speaking Greek. 'What she needs is a better translator.'

"McGee was right. This is no code – or maybe it's the best code!- I gave this to a dozen professors and researchers after our Greek consultant told me that it was just Greek to her."

Abby snickered. Annabeth ignored her but could feel the unimpressed aura Gibbs gave off. Annabeth shuffled through Michael's notes. They might have been gibberish to whoever this consultant was, but Annabeth could read it perfectly fine.

Words jumped out at her. 'Monsters.' 'Drowsy Owl.' 'Weapons.' 'Money.' 'Botsaris.' Annabeth frowned. Why did she recognize 'Botsaris'?

Annabeth tuned back into what Abby was saying. "This isn't just Greek. Michael was writing in Ancient Greek! Apparently, with such skill that he was able to use advanced abbreviations, conjugates, and contractions. He even used words that are unheard of.

"The professors that found this said that it would take some time; I'll call you when they give me anything new. I promised them a look at my findings of the possible Orichalcum to speed them up a bit. Currently, we know what was written in English and what the translators have already translated. This includes mentions of two known Mexican Cartels: the Sinaloa cartel and the Reynosa Cartel. There was also a mention of what the Ancient Greeks labeled as the Islamic Region or Middle East, but there is a bunch of side scribbles alongside that, we need to wait for translations."

Annabeth hastily searched through the pile for the mention of the Middle East, trying not to draw attention to her actions. She found it on a napkin.

'Idea: Business extends to Middle East

Get in on wars Terror Cells? Very Ambitious Botsaris is key Confirm hypothesis by tagging Botsaris'

There it was again. 'Botsaris.' What was it about that word that called out to her?

"There is also a note of a 'Something Owl Tavern' which we can interpret to mean the bar that he went to, Drowsy Owl," Abby continued, "And there is a whole bunch of mentions about monsters, like something about 'Monster Donuts'; I would love me a mean doughnut."

Annabeth was roughly brought back to reality, disbelieving her ears. "What did you say about doughnuts?" She asked. Because no way was that particular chain involved.

"I would love some."

"No, the shop."

"Monster Donuts?" Abby said.

"Shop?" Gibbs asked.

Annabeth froze. Uh-oh. She slipped up. Annabeth cleared her throat. "Um, yeah. Monster Donuts. It's a fast-food chain that serves, er, doughnuts."

"Really?" Abby pressed, "I've never heard of them. Are they any good? I should totally check them out!"

"No!" Annabeth yelped, startling the two government employees. "I mean, they're pretty bad," Annabeth played off, "Gross, even. Besides, who knows what sort of trouble they've been getting themselves into?"

Annabeth coughed awkwardly. "What else do you have, Abby?"

Abby continued her report, telling who she gave the information to and listing their credentials.

Annabeth paid no mind, her head wheeling over this new material. They had, thus far, no encounters with any monster besides Marko Tarsibo. But if Monster Donuts was involved, then there should be monsters crawling everywhere in the city. Suspicious.

"Abby," Annabeth said when the forensic scientist was done giving all she had, "Can you please send me copies of those notes as well? Thanks."

Annabeth turned to go up the stairs but didn't make it to the second step.

"Lima."

Annabeth cringed. It wasn't like she was trying to run away from the man.

"Yeah, Gibbs?" Annabeth said, expecting to be grilled on her display in the lab.

"What did you get on the missing person file that the Kahales submitted?"

What? Annabeth was disoriented. Oh, that! Right. "Um, it was a dead-end," she sputtered out, "Didn't lead anywhere."

Gibbs nodded and entered the elevator, leaving her to breathe out a sigh of relief on her own.

-Κλαρίς-

Ziva and Clarisse sat in the observation room, watching Patricia Kahale shift in interrogation.

"What is it with this woman? I cannot believe that she is involved," Ziva said.

"We don't know that for sure," Clarisse grunted, "It would seem straightforward to have Tarsibo be the murderer, and that's what I would prefer it to be."

"I would have preferred there to be no murder at all!" Ziva retorted.

"Well, we can't have everything," Clarisse mumbled.

The door opened, and Gibbs and Annabeth walked in.

"She call for a lawyer?" Gibbs asked.

"No," Ziva answered.

"Alright, let's go get some answers," Gibbs said.

"I can go in there if you want," Clarisse offered. "I'm pretty good at interrogation," she adds after Gibbs gave her a dubious look.

"What are we thinking?" Gibbs asked with a light, joking smirk, "Good cop, bad cop?"

Clarisse shrugged and brushed passed him. "As long as I'm not good cop."

She didn't wait to see if he would follow and entered the interrogation room.

"Agent La Rue," Mrs. Kahale said, "What a wonderful room you have here."

Clarisse grunted as she sat down and regarded the woman. She leaned in. "Your eyeliner is smudged," Clarisse mocked, pointing to her own face for emphasis. "Just there."

Patricia's lips turned into a thin line as she glowered at Clarisse.

Gibbs strode in with a file under his arm. Clarisse ignored his lifted eyebrow as she gave up her chair for him. He was the old man in the room, after all.

"Good evening, Mrs. Kahale," Gibbs greeted, "I am Special Agent Gibbs."

"Do you know why you're here?" Clarisse cut off, impatient.

"You think I had something to do with Michael's death."

Right on the money.

"You are just here for some basic questions," Gibbs reassured. He put the file on the edge of the table after grabbing a notation pamphlet from it. Clarisse took the hint and grabbed the file, rifling through it. She frowned. Not how she would have preferred, but she could definitely work with this.

"Where were you last night?" Gibbs opened up, starting his interrogation.

"Last night?"

"Hm, around one to two in the morning."

"I was asleep with my husband."

Gibbs dedicatedly wrote her words down. Clarisse decided that she would also start on her part of the interrogation. She placed two photos down. She tried not to let her smirk show as Kahale's eyes widened at the change of direction.

"These are some interesting pictures, aren't they?" Clarisse noted, referring to two shots of Michael's body at the scene of the crime. One was a headshot highlighting the, well, headshot.

Mrs. Kahale shifted uncomfortably.

"How long did you know Michael, Mrs. Kahale?" Gibbs asked, unfazed by Clarisse's actions.

"About five or four years before he left," she answered.

"See," Clarisse explained, "The bullet went from the driver's side of another car, through the window of Michael's car, straight through his head." She lightly poked Mrs. Kahale's head.

Kahale threw daggers with the glare she sent Clarisse's way. Pretty good, but not even close to the level Clarisse was used to.

"What was he like back then?" Gibbs continued.

"Troublesome," Kahale responded, but her words sounded carefully placed. She paused, "He was just attracted to trouble. You know how some kids can get." She offered a smile. Gibbs gave a small one of his own and continued to write on his pad.

Not to be deterred by being ignored, Clarisse pressed on. "A nice clean kill. Amazing shot. Shooter had some incredible skill."

Kahale didn't spare her a glance but did try to defend herself. "I've never used-"

"Or luck," Gibbs commented, interrupting whatever it was that Kahale was going to say.

Clarisse frowned at him. What was he talking about?

"Killer had some great fortune. Must have spun the wheel and landed lucky."

Gibbs seemed to hit a spot. Clarisse saw Kahale's carotid artery pulsate rapidly. She didn't know where the old man was going with this, but she silently encouraged him to keep pressing this button.

"Hit any jackpots lately, Mrs. Kahale?" Clarisse asked with a grin.

Kahale stayed silent.

"Do you need something to drink?" Gibbs asked, with a look of concern. "I know the air in here can be really dry…"

"No, and I don't know what you are talking about," the woman said stiffly.

Gibbs smiled and held out his hand to Clarisse. She handed him the files and went to lean on the wall. Gibbs placed a photo of Marko Tarsibo down.

"Do you know this man?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes," Mrs. Kahale affirmed. Clarisse raised an eyebrow at the honesty. "Mr. Tarsibo is a client for the company I'm under."

Gibbs made a note of that.

"You know what your client did besides rent out luxury cars?" Clarisse questioned.

"His life outside the business was none of my concern," Kahale stated.

Gibbs pulled out more profiles, this time of the two kids, the unknown demigods.

This time, Clarisse didn't have to wait for Gibbs to even ask if she recognized them. The way the lady immediately averted her gaze and furled her fists were confirming enough.

"No," Kahale said to Gibbs's question, "I don't know them."

"Really?" Clarisse said, "You hardly took a glance; take a closer look."

Kahale grabbed the photos and made a show of inspecting each one. "So sorry," she asserted, looking straight into Clarisse's hardening eyes, "but I really don't recognize them."

Clarisse clenched her jaw. This infuriating piece of cyclops spit! "So sorry," Clarisse sneered back, "but I think you're lying."

"Well, too bad!" Patricia Kahale yelled and slammed her hands on the table. Clarisse grinned as she coaxed the feelings of anger to rise. "I don't care what you so happen to think! You have no idea what I've been through! What I've had to endure and do for my-

Kahale stopped abruptly, choking on her words. Her face slackened into a look of shock. And then a wave of rage, a real fury that Clarisse hadn't drawn, rolled off the woman. "You," she spat towards Clarisse. "How dare you, you brat! How dare you use that against me!" She pulled her composure, breathing heavily. "I'll need a lawyer if you wish to proceed to keep me here."

Gibbs nodded slightly, his eyes seeming to bore into Clarisse. "You'll be free to go, Mrs. Kahale."

Clarisse turned to go. She didn't wish to stay any longer. She silently cursed to herself. Well, if Mrs. Kahale didn't know demigods had infiltrated into federal agencies, she sure as Hades did now.

But, before she could leave, she had to say the final word. "He was a good soldier. A good man. You should be proud."

-Ανναβετη-

Annabeth walked out of the interrogation room, mind set on rebuking Clarisse, just to find Agent McGee waiting outside.

"Agent Lima!" the nerdy agent awkwardly greeted, "Is Gibbs in there with you?"

"He's finishing it up with Mrs. Kahale. What's up?"

"Abby made some progress and wanted to share before she leaves for the day."

They waited for both Clarisse and Gibbs to come out. McGee escorted Mrs. Kahale out while Clarisse and Agent David tagged along with Annabeth and Agent Gibbs.

They found Abby with Percy and Agent DiNozzo in the garage. A whole bunch of bits and bobs littered a scene that Annabeth deduced was to mimic Marko's High-Performance Cars of East Maryland.

"Oh, hey guys," Abby greeted with a quick glance, though she did a swift double take. "Woah, I love your shoes!" She exclaimed, "And epic hair!"

"Um, thanks?"

Wow. Annabeth had never heard someone compliment Clarisse's fashion style.

"You look killer! Like an MMA fighter. Sweet!" Abby's eyes were practically sparkling.

"Don't go stroking her already inflated ego," Percy told Abby.

"Shut it, Prissy! No one asked your pencil-thin form!"

"Hey! I'll have you know…"

"What have you got, Abbs?" Gibbs asked as the two demigods continued to squabble in the background.

"Okay, I IDed the kids." She pressed some keys on a laptop. "Meet Jeremy Swaller, an orphaned and missing twelve-year-old from Wisconsin, and Natasha Hibashira, a fourteen-year-old, Japanese-American from California. She disappeared from school records a couple months ago, and her only family connection is her mother. No father is mentioned."

Annabeth did not recognize the names or faces. She glanced at Clarisse, who had thankfully stopped her argument with Percy. But Annabeth only got a small shake of the head.

"McGee also cleaned up the images of their weapons. Now, I can't really say for sure, but I don't think the composition of their swords is the same as Michael Kahale's dagger. Theirs seems more golden."

"I also have got the crazy guy's things set up in here. I'm going to test and search for blood samples tomorrow after I take a field trip to his evil lair. You gotta get this horrible man, Gibbs!"

Gibbs started to reassure Abby, but Annabeth wasn't really paying attention as some things from Tarsibo's place grabbed her interest. And things suddenly made sense.

Annabeth picked up a flag. Freedom. Religion. Country. She knew this flag. How many times did she read about the Greek Revolution, the fight for independence against the Ottoman Empire? How many times did she try to teach all the information to bored demigods? She knew Botsaris. General Markos Botsaris.

"Marko Tarsibo…" How could she not have seen it before? It was glaring at her the entire time!

"What was that, Agent Lima?" Gibbs asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing!"

Gibbs quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"So, what's our next move?" David asked Gibbs.

Gibbs released a breath. "Can't do anything more for today. Go home."

"Will do, Boss," DiNozzo said enthusiastically.

"Do all of you have arrangements for your stay?" David asked, directing her words towards the Long Islanders.

"Yeah," Annabeth answered, "We're good."

She saw Clarisse cross her arms.

Well, they'll find somewhere.

After saying their goodbyes, Annabeth's team moved out. They shared all the info they had each found. Annabeth took the initiative to scold Clarisse on manipulating Mrs. Kahale's negative emotions in front of the mortal investigators.

"You did what!?"

"Shut up and keep eating your shirt, Goat boy!"

And, after moving on to another hotel since they had an incident with a couple dracanae clerks in the first one, Annabeth ordered Grover and Clarisse to get some rest. Before she could get some much-needed rest of her own, she wanted to go somewhere. She asked Percy to drive her to a specific address.

"You sure you don't want me to go in with you?" Percy said as he rolled to a stop.

"I'll be fine. I'm sure he's not a monster in disguise."

"If you're sure…"

Annabeth kissed him. "I'll be right back."

'Famous last words.' Annabeth shook the thought out of her head as she moved towards the entrance.

Annabeth knocked. She waited a bit before steeling herself and opening the door. It was open just like she knew it would be. A creak in the next room made her freeze in her tracks.

"Gibbs?"

A light flickered on. Gibbs was there on a couch, with a meager, ragged blanket and a depressing looking pillow.

Annabeth hesitated. "I'm sorry. Were you sleeping?"

The older man shook his head with a sigh. "No."

"I asked Director Vance where I could find you for a talk. He said that your door was always open."

Gibbs lightly scoffed. Hopefully, the Director wouldn't get too mad at Annabeth for giving him up like that, but she felt that Gibbs would appreciate honesty. He motioned for her to sit as he shuffled into his kitchen.

"I know you don't really trust me, and that's fine. Really. I'm okay with having to earn trust. But with everything that happened today, between the rental car guy and Mrs. Kahale, I wanted to see if I could help mend our relationship."

"Nothing broken to fix."

Annabeth would have to disagree.

He came back with a bottle of beer in each hand.

"No, thank you," Annabeth declined.

"Driving?"

"No, Percy is. I'd just rather not."

Gibbs shrugged and took a sip from his bottle, getting comfortable on his couch again.

"What's your relationship with him?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Already breaking my rules."

"Really? Which one?"

"Rule 12."

"Rule 12?"

"Never date a co-worker."

"Good thing that he was just a friend that just happened to work with me."

Gibbs chortled and lightly shook his head.

Annabeth grinned. "How many of these rules do you have?"

"Oh, about 50."

"You have them written down somewhere?"

"Nope."

"Guess I'll just have to write them on my pillow, then," Annabeth joked, "Learn via diffusion."

Annabeth didn't know if she imagined the chuckle Gibbs gave turn a little flat.

Gibbs fiddled with the bottle. "What did you gather from Abby?"

Annabeth exhaled. "I was going through Michael's notes and found the name 'Botsaris.'"

"Know him?"

"Not exactly, Markos Botsaris was a General during the Greek War of Independence in 1821. I recognized the flags that Tarsibo had in his office. They were Greek flags. The one that represents Greece today, the one from the First Hellenic Republic, the Freedom or Death flag, and most importantly, the flag of Saint George slaying a drakon."

"Most importantly?"

"The General was a revolutionary. He raised the St. George flag in Western Greece before the war really started."

"And how are Marko the businessman and Markos the General related?"

"Just a theory," Annabeth said, although she was almost certain.

"I'll hear it."

"If you take an 'S' away from 'Markos,' it becomes 'Marko.' And if you take an 'S' away from 'Botsaris'…"

"Then you can rearrange it to make 'Tarsibo,'" Gibbs finished. "An anagram."

Gibbs took a deep breath. "Ancient Greek heroes and flags; the freaking writing; Roman goddesses and symbols; Mexican cartels. What is going on?"

Annabeth took a look at the scene before her. Dimly lit room, beer bottles, and a lived-in couch. It's a big place to live by yourself. Especially if you're an old man who seems to have nothing except his occupation.

"Hey," Annabeth asked nervously, "Do you need any company tonight?"

He looked over to her. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. "Nah, I'm fine, kid. Go get some sleep. You'll need it."

"So will you," Annabeth retorted. She softened up. "I'm glad I was able to have this talk, Gibbs."

"My door's always open, Lima."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"And Lima," Gibbs called, "How old are you, really?"

Annabeth looked him in the eye. "Twenty-six. Have a nice night, Gibbs. See you tomorrow."

"…Yeah."

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Father of the Bride

Chapter 5

(Read on FFN here)

Chapter 5:

As they drove back to the hospital, Eli took in the sight of his wonderful daughter. She looked more comfortable in his presence than she had been in years. “I was planning to come visit in the coming month,” Eli said conversationally as Ziva sped through the streets like usual. “We had been apart too long, nearly two years.”

Ziva wondered if that was supposed to come across as an accusation. “We did not part on the best of terms,” she pointed out reservedly.

Eli looked down, remembering his last trip to America. “I had hoped that this visit would help repair the damage I have caused to our relationship in the past,” he admitted.

“Repair the damage?” Ziva asked to clarify, her mind mentally battling over whether or not to believe him. Was he seeking forgiveness? Was forgiveness even possible, with what he had done in the past?

“I am getting old, Ziva,” he mused with a sigh, “I cannot be director of Mossad forever.”

“What are you saying?” Ziva asked, trying to get to the point of the conversation.

Eli sighed again. Ziva was going to make him say it out loud, though words such as these did not come easily to him. “I do not want us to become estranged, my Ziva,” he confessed. “I wish to be a part of your life. I want to know the love of a child again,” Eli chuckled, “to have grandchildren to spoil,” he added.

Ziva cleared her throat, unsure of how to respond. All of this sounded great in theory, but would he follow through with his goals, or let her down again like he had all her life? That remained to be seen.

Before she could respond to her father’s comments, they arrived at the hospital yet again and made their way inside. Ziva shot suspicious, yet hopeful, glances at her father as they walked quietly through the building and back to Tony’s hospital room.

“Hey Zee-vah,” Tony sing-songed as she entered the room. He was in surprisingly good spirits considering he was shot only a day ago. Luckily, the bullet hadn’t nicked any important organs or arteries, so the recovery would be much quicker. It also helped that he was in a very good mood, following his most recent conversation with Eli. “Did you bring my—oh.” His gaze landed on Eli who had entered the room behind Ziva.

With a meaningful glance, Tony asked Ziva if she had spoken to her father. She replied with a simple nod, and they went on with their business, Tony checking the bag to make sure she hadn’t missed any movies from the list.

Ziva was about to put a James Bond movie into the DVD player for Tony when McGee walked in carrying a box, which seemed to be quite heavy. “Hey guys,” he said, his gaze landing on Tony in the hospital bed. “I found something interesting that might help kill time while you’re stuck in here.” With that, he dropped the box to the floor with a thunk. Tony managed to sit himself forward a little more to get a better look, and Ziva abandoned the DVD on a nearby table to come see what McGee had brought.

“Old undercover stuff?” Tony asked, his brow furrowed.

McGee nodded, rummaging through the box. “Spring cleaning at NCIS, I guess,” he mused as he pulled out the red bellhop uniform he had worn 7 years ago.

Ziva chuckled, lifting a skimpy, green dress from the box and sharing a meaningful look with Tony. Eli raised an eyebrow at that but did not say a word.

“Oh, look at that,” Tony said, spotting a very interesting picture beneath some other items. McGee grabbed the photograph and handed it to Tony before Ziva could see what it was. Tony gazed at it for a moment, a smile on his face. “You look good pregnant, Zee-vah,” he said with a coy look in his eye. He eyed her up and down before she snatched the picture from his hand, a blush running across her face.

Eli’s attention had been captured and he took a step toward the three agents to get a better look. He reached down and pulled the picture from Ziva’s hand, a smile running across his face when he saw what it was.

“That…was an undercover assignment,” Ziva explained hastily, attempting to grab the picture back.

“You are smiling,” Eli pointed out, keeping the photo just far enough away so that Ziva could not reach it.

“Yes,” Ziva answered, her face red with embarrassment. At last, she succeeded in obtaining the picture. “Like I said…undercover.”

Eli chuckled. He hoped that one day he would be able to see the same joy on Ziva’s face, but for real this time. He could tell she hoped so too, though she tried to hide it. Little glances between her and Tony did not go unnoticed by Gibbs and Eli.

As Tony and McGee continued to look through the box of items, Gibbs ushered Eli and Ziva to the hallway to talk. They were in the middle of a case, after all. One that threatened international relations. It was time sensitive.

“We got in touch with Kazmi,” Gibbs began, speaking directly to Eli.

“Arash?” Ziva asked, confusion playing on her face.

Eli nodded. Ziva was familiar with the man. He was an important figure in Iran, and it had been Ziva’s job to know the names and faces of such men during her time at Mossad. Besides that, he had been Eli’s close friend from a young age, growing up on opposite sides of an olive grove. She had heard stories of him since she was a little girl.

“What does Arash Kazmi have to do with any of this?” Ziva asked, turning to her father.

Eli sighed and turned his eyes away from Ziva, choosing to search the blank walls instead of her face. Gibbs seemed to have taken a step back from the conversation. He had been under the impression that Eli would fill Ziva in on the case and his diplomatic plans as soon as possible, but obviously he had not.

“Kazmi and I had made plans to meet here in DC in the coming week, to discuss peace between our nations,” Eli explained, his voice low and accented.

The look of betrayal on Ziva’s face was hard to miss. “You said you were coming to see me, to make amends,” Ziva said incredulously, backing away from her father.

Eli sighed again in exasperation. His Ziva was a firecracker, always full of energy in an argument when he was not. “You do not understand, Ziva. Something must be done to repair the broken relationship between Israel and Iran.”

“What about OUR broken relationship?” Ziva shouted, drawing stares from the nursing staff. The seconds that followed were silent. Gibbs merely stood out of their way.

“It is as the Americans say,” Eli said quietly, in an attempt to pacify his daughter, “killing two bears with one stone.”

“Birds,” Ziva corrected automatically, causing Gibbs to smirk.

Eli stepped closer to Ziva with caution, even daring to place his hand on her arm. “You must believe me. My mission was peace for Israel, yes, but I also had hoped to spend time with you.” His usually stone-cold eyes begged Ziva to understand.

Ziva nodded firmly before changing the subject. “So this…trip…was the reason Bodnar attacked?”

“We believe so,” Eli confirmed, grateful to have moved on from the difficult conversation.

Gibbs stepped back in, ready to share his information pertinent to the case. “Abby has been searching for Ilan’s brother—”

“Yaniv,” Ziva finished, familiar with the man.

“We think he may be headed to the U.S., possibly to finish what his brother started.” Gibbs handed Ziva a file with some of the information McGee and Abby had been able to dig up earlier.

“The FBI has a 24/7 security detail lined up for your father and anyone else that might be in danger,” Agent Fornell said, joining the conversation with a fresh cup of coffee. “That includes you, Miss David.”

“And I suspect Agent DiNozzo as well,” Eli added, “considering his role in the death of Ilan.”

Ziva nodded. As much as she hated sitting on the sidelines—especially when the threat was upon her family—one glance at Tony in that hospital bed told her where she needed to be… and that was by his side. If she could do nothing else, she could keep him company and protect him until he heals up.

As if on cue, the sound of Tony whining carried through the open doorway. “Zeevahhhh,” he called, pretending to ring a bell to summon her. Ziva attempted to hide her smile by looking at the ground. Gibbs smirked and shared a look with Eli, who had become much more agreeable since nearly being assassinated.

“What, Tony?” Ziva asked in feigned annoyance, turning to enter the room.

“I wanna watch the movie,” Tony said in an exaggerated whiny voice, pointing at the DVD which Ziva had left lying on the table by the TV. McGee had apparently left during their conversation in the hall, the box of undercover stuff with him.

“Alright, alright,” Ziva conceded, smiling as she placed the disc into the DVD player before sitting down in the firm chair next to Tony’s bed.

The movie started up, but Tony wasn’t looking at the screen. Instead, his eyes were settled on Ziva, who kept shifting uncomfortably in the chair trying to find a decent position. Ziva’s eyes met his and she froze, a small, apologetic smile making its way across her face.

Tony grinned and patted the space next to him on his bed, beckoning her to join him. Ziva rolled her eyes but obeyed, sliding under the covers on the much-too-small bed.

“It’s a little cramped,” she said, trying not to smoosh Tony or push him off the bed.

“I can live with that,” Tony responded with his trademark grin, eyes locked on Ziva’s.

Ziva placed a kiss on his lips and lightly smacked his cheek. “Come on, movie’s starting.”

#ncis #ncis fanfiction #tiva #tiva fanfiction #fanfiction #my fanfiction #wip #tony and ziva #tony x ziva #Tony DiNozzo #Ziva David #eli david #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #father of the bride #one more chapter left

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Your personal Headcannons for NCIS and NCIS Nola?

Okay,so I have never been asked this before, so I actually spent, like, all daytrying to figure out how to answer it. ^_^ So. I could go on for days. But here’s what I’m going to do instead. I’m going to listsome, that I can think of, but, since I’ve never been asked this question, Inever really thought aboutit before.

NCIS

-Gibbsis the hardest ass to ever enter NCIS. That said, (as we all know) he loves histeam as his family, because they are his family. They don’t do normal things,but that doesn’t mean Gibbs hasn’t considered it. Holiday dinners are a hit andmiss, especially after Tony left and McGee got married, so sometimes everyonegets together, and sometimes they don’t. Gibbs doesn’t complain, he shakes hishead and what happens, happens, but he is a sneaky, sneaky man who wants hisfamily to stay together despite the fact that Tony is on another continent, so when he cansubtly pull the strings to get them together? You bet your ass he doesit.

-Timmisses Tony. who doesn’t? Andeven with the change of desk, and the change of team, there’s this big spaceof DiNozzo thatis just missing in his every day life. But then Nick joins the team, and evenif he’s not Tony, there’s something about him that makes Tim feel that DiNozzo void a little less. And Nick’s still adjusting to theteam, so Tim doesn’t tell him that yet to his face, but he definitely comes ina little early or sticks around a little late - as he can - and do littlethings to Nick’s computer to make it work better, considering Nick and Tech arenot friends.

-Speakingof Nick. The man doesn’t do actual emotion if he can help it, let’s be real.But that sarcasm, and those sassy remarks, those are his way of beingaffectionate. He knows McGee thinks he’s being stealth, but considering McGeewas the only person who knew that his programs weren’t loading the night beforethe entire computer started working faster? Yeah.He has a hunch about who isTech Fairy is. He and Clayton are absolute bros - gym time, serious talk maskedas more snark and sarcasm, and yes, on the weekends, a beer at the bar (orseveral, and Clayton filming Torres’ beyond drunk ass as he hauls him back tohis place to sleep it off on the couch). Nick and Ellie? Also bros. She’s anerd, and he mocks it, but it’s one of their things. After she starts healing from the loss of Qasim, they even goout bowling. Nick insists it’s stupid and so nerdy, Ellie, but he secretly loves it,because she’s one of his best friends, and it makes her stupidly happy to gobowling again.

-Ellieloves her brothers, but since they don’t live anywhere near her, the team ismore of her family than anything else. After her divorce, they were there, butno one knew what to do when Qasim was killed. Gibbs caught her working late,and instead of insisting she go home and sleep it off - because, for fuckssake, Gibbs has been there -he leaves, and after a little while, she vanished to the rest room, and whenshe came back, there was a coffee, and food, and there was no proof butshe knew. Nickand Clayton dragged her out to a couple bro-bar nights, until she was ready togo bowling. Abby put little anonymous gifts on her desk every week, as if Elliewouldn’t know the gloves with skulls were from her. Quinn may have left NCIS,but she still checks in with Ellie just enough that it’s not smothering.Clayton, well. Clayton starts buying her lunch during the day, or leavingpackages of her favorite snack foods on her desk – especially those chips (crisps, Ellie, they are crisps) hebrought her the last time he’d come back from overseas.

-Claytonmight be absolute bros with Nick, but the relationship he has with Ellie is abit different. They act like bros – drinks and taunting the rest of the team –but Clayton has some complicated feelings for her. He would – as he’s proven –go against the job for her, but at the same time, he has this desperate urge toprotect her, and not just because she’s his partner. Clayton has contemplatedasking her out, but he’s not sure when would be the right time (or if therewill ever be a right time). He is notshutting the door on the possibility, but until Ellie shows him she’s ready (if she’s ready, he won’t force thatone), Clayton is more than happy to invite her over for shitty movies andterrible takeout.

So, those were way more straight up & serious than I intended, so theseare just gonna be…random.

NCIS New Orleans

-Prideloves five things that everyone knows: his daughter, his job (which includesthe team), his bar, music, and cooking. But the fact that, when he’s having aparticularly bad night, and none of it cheers him up, Pride shuts himself intohis room, turns on some music – look, it’s not helping but that doesn’t mean he won’t listen to it – and doesyoga. Nothing fancy. Just…basics.

-LaSalle,on the other hand. When nothing is cheering him up? He grabs a beer, andwatches the dumbest videos onYouTube. Think Vine Vid compilations and bad lip reading. And he loves them,like, they are his biggest guiltypleasure.

-Gregoriois New York and New Orleans and wild and she and Sonja are besties, and she andLaSalle are like bros. But she absolutely nerd-texts with Sebastian. She mightnot get all the references, but that’s whatthe internet is for. Because among everything else, Gregorio paysattention, and as much as Sebastian plays shit off like he’s fine, she can seethat flicker when people dismiss his nerd-outs, or try to change the subjectbecause they don’t know what he’s talking about. And he’s family to her, andshe wants her family happy. So she researches the nerd-outs, so she can counterand cheer him up.

#i seriously couldn't think very well #i know i have more headcanons about all of them #everyone even the ones i didn't mention #but my brain got partway and went NOPE #WE ARE FINISHED #and i couldn't focus #so here's what I have!#and feel free to ask me specific headcanons guys seriously #ncis #ncis nola #ncis new orleans #Anonymous

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Split Across the Continents Chapter #4

“You got pregnant.” Gibbs repeated looking at Ziva with narrowed eyes. “With DiNozzo’s child?” “Yes.” Ziva nodded as Gibbs stared at her in disbelief. “I didn’t show for months and then you went on your Mexican sabbatical and I went back to Israel for a short period. She was born so early that it was almost guaranteed that she wouldn’t survive.” Ziva fell silent at this as she let herself remember her daughter then. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Gibbs demanded still trying to get over that Ziva had a daughter. “Where is she now? What happened to her? Does DiNozzo know?” It was the most that Ziva had ever heard him say in one go. Each word with laced with what sounded like anger laced with concern with a heavy layer of disbelief. “My father found out. As I spent more time with NCIS it was becoming apparent to him that my loyalty to Mossad was fading and I guess having a family in DC would be the nail in my tomb.” Gibbs didn’t correct her as he listened on.

“Because of how small she was, she was in the NICU for months and my father bribed the hospital to never let me see her. As soon as I had recovered I was put on a plane back to DC. I didn’t tell Tony at first. I didn’t think she would survive and I wasn’t allowed to see her and he had also started his assignment with Jeanne then so I couldn’t tell him. It nearly killed me but I did it.” Ziva continued stopping to take a deep breath every now and again. Every sentence nearly brought her to tears but she kept on going. Stopping now just wasn’t an option. “And your daughter?” Gibbs prompted leaning against the back of the stilled elevator. The lights did nothing to hide the tears now falling down Ziva’s cheeks. “She survived. Against everything she survived. I was on the phone to Tel Aviv every night trying to see how she was doing. My Aunt Nettie was the only one who would help me. She was in the hospital for almost six months before she was well enough to leave but when she did it was just going from one nightmare to another. I was fighting heartbreak from Tony dating Jeanne and another worse type of heartbreak in that despite my daughter was well enough, I still wasn’t allowed to see her.” Gibbs felt a twinge of empathy for her. Kelly had been in the hospital for a few days when she was born but to deal with that for six months on the brink of never knowing whether your child would still be there. At least when Kelly had gone, it had been heartbreaking but quick. “I started trying to go back to Israel as much as possible to see her. The first time I saw her since the day she was born was when she was nearly a year old. My father was using her against me. Everything move I made was under scrutiny with my visits to her being restricted and you may think that my father was evil for sending me to the desert, he used my daughter against me.” Ziva added. Gibbs silently berated himself for missing what had been right under his nose the whole time. “And Micheal Rivkin?” Gibbs asked. He was fairly sure that Ziva never had feelings for him now. “He was there as a messenger for my father. He said that if I helped him, he would bring her to the US. I still hadn’t told Tony about her but in that moment, it didn’t matter. I could have her with me in the US and we could be a proper family. I was beyond angry with Tony when he shot Michael because he had thrown away any chance he had of bringing our daughter to the US. He didn’t know it and I wasn’t going to tell him that. I stayed behind in Israel to be with her. She was growing up too quickly and I was missing it. It broke my heart when she didn’t recognize me when I was allowed to see her. I stayed because I thought that I would get to see her. It didn’t.” Ziva paused here to gauge Gibb’s reaction. He was standing there in what looked like pure shock. Ziva looked down at the floor trying to gather her thoughts. It wasn’t as bad as when she had told Tony but she could sense his disappointment in this exceedingly well in the tiny cramped space with its grey walls and poor lighting. She mustered up the courage to look him in his bright blue eyes, silently seeking permission to continue. Gibbs nodded. “I was in her room. She lived at my father’s house with a rotation of nannies to look after her. I had managed to spend almost three weeks with her and amongst all the betrayal that I felt from NCIS, it was bittersweet. We had spent the day on the beach and it was the first time that I had been with her without someone watching. She had been so happy and I considered running away with her to someplace else.” Ziva stopped as the sudden what ifs began to over whelm her. “I was just holding her when they came. Two of my fathers men came and dragged her away from me. I tried to fight but they over powered me. They took me to my father when he told me to go to Somalia. That was when he also told me I would never see her again. When I entered that camp, I was not lying when I told you I did not mean to live through it. I did not think that they would keep my alive.” Ziva’s voice broke off then and Gibbs then decided to hug her. Something he usually only reserved for Abby but now Ziva was the one in need. “What happened then?” Gibbs asked her once she was able to speak again. “Once you rescued me, I quit Mossad. It didn’t stop me from looking for her but my father had made it clear that I would never see her again. I didn’t tell Tony for years about her. I was in pain and I would never wish that agony on anyone else. When my father came to visit me before he died, I thought that perhaps he had weakened and was going to bring her to me. I think he was going to tell me where she was the night that he died and that was why I was so angry. I sought revenge against Bodnar, not because I was mourning my father but more of mourning my family. Here she was right under my nose and then she was snatched away again.” Gibbs didn’t know what to say to this. He could understand her pain better than anyone having lost his own daughter but Kelly’s death and Ziva’s daughter’s disappearance were so different but neither were less painful than the other. “When we all quit and I went to Israel, I was now actively trying to track her down. When Tony found me in that farmhouse, I told him. I literally thought he would never want to see me again after what I did but Tony is a far better man than that. We have spent the past three years looking for her but nothing has come up. I don’t know what my father did to ensure that I would never see her again but it is working. Every day I think about her and every day it hurts even more.” Ziva finished quietly. She looked a little relieved to have finally told him. “How many people knew about this?” Gibbs asked carefully focusing on Ziva’s tired face. “Just Tony. People look at you differently when they realize that you have lost someone. I saw it with my father but it would be worse with a child. You of all people should know that Gibbs. I didn’t tell you because I don’t need pity. I didn’t tell Tony because I didn’t want to hurt him the same way that I was hurting. Abby would just be a nightmare to deal with and McGee…” Ziva trailed off as Gibbs nodded in understanding. He did know what that was like. He hadn’t told anyone at the agency about Shannon and Kelly either until he was forced to. “What was her name?” Gibbs asked as he leant towards the emergency shut off button to switch it back on. “Sophie.” Ziva smiled as she managed a small laugh. “In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have called her that. It made Tony laugh though.” Gibbs shut his eyes trying to clear the image of the person that Ziva had pretended to be whilst undercover from his mind.

From across the bullpen, Tony could see Ziva and Gibbs coming back out of the elevator. Ziva had obviously been crying and he had to fight the urge to run over and hug her. It didn’t take a genius to work out what they had spent so long in the elevator discussing. Gibbs didn’t look like he was going to murder him, quite to the contrary, his eyes seemed softer and almost pitying. Ziva would hate that. She hated pity from anyone including himself. Although he had lost a daughter as well, Tony had never actually known her so he wasn’t sure exactly how much he had lost. From what Ziva said about her though, it was enough for Tony to spend his time wondering the what ifs. He had been angry with her for a while for keeping him in the dark but once he saw the pure agony that Ziva suffered every day, he understood why she had. He too, now spend hours looking at the missing child websites and wondering where on earth their daughter was. “Update.” Gibbs broke Tony’s train of thought with questions about the case. “I checked the video surveillance for Cindy McEvans around the time of the murder. Although there is no surveillance directly in the hotel rooms, there is in the corridors. I saw her enter the room with lieutenant King but she never left. The room itself is on the third floor so there is no way that she could have snuck out. She did the walk of shame almost and hour later. She is cleaner than their bedsheets not that that was hard.” He snickered as Ziva hit him. “The wife know?” Gibbs questioned. “McGee is on his way to pick her up.” Tony interrupted. “Bring her to the conference room and check on Sara. She might know something.”

“So Mrs King, we have uncovered evidence saying that your husband might have been having an affair.” Ziva said pulling up the hotel footage of Lieutenant King with Ms McEvans. “Do you know her?” Mrs King’s eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. She gratefully took the box of tissues that Tony offered her as Ziva encouraged her to look at the footage once more. “No. He said he was going to the Pentagon the night before he died. I didn’t think that he would be seeing some floozy.” She said as the tears gave way to anger. Next to her, Sara was looking distinctly uncomfortable. Her sandy coloured hair seemed to hide most of her face and it was becoming clear to Tony that she would rather be anywhere but here. A tatty looking backpack hung at her feet. “We believe that your husband may have been thinking about divorce.” Ziva prompted. Mrs King looked astonished before her features morphed quickly into anger. “A divorce!” She yelled startling Tony. “We never spoke of divorce! How can you even suggest that?! Marcus may have been having an affair but we were certainly nowhere near divorce! If he was still alive then I would certainly be asking for one! Oh he should be glad that he is dead because if he was alive now then…” He yelling came to an abrupt halt when she saw the look that past between Tony and Ziva. “You think I did this? I would never have killed Marcus, affair or not! I am angry with him now but he is still the father of my child. I would never kill him. Come on Sara.” She instructed to her daughter now staring intently at the table top. Sara came out of whatever day dream she had been having and followed her mother out. Tony watched them leave and noticed how unsure Sara seemed, almost as if she knew what was happening. “I think that Sara knows more than she is telling.” Tony said in an undertone to Ziva as they watched them leave the conference room. “You know, I think you could be right on this one.” Ziva replied as she saw Sara’s face morph into one of quiet concentration.

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Back Stories...Ideas

I'm still working out the ideas but I can share what I have & thinking of. One of my followers suggested using SecondLife? Or that's where they made theirs. Wonder Vixen's real name is Amelia Kaiser. She's haft German on her father's side. She never knew him. Was raised by her mom is America. She's never been confident in her looks. She use to cubby growing but her love of wrestling lead her to working out in the gym. By 18 she lost most of the weight & gained a supermodel body. While she dreamed of being a WWE superstar, her real passion was fashion designer. While in college she discovers an unusual looking object. While investigating, the object attaches itself to her neck & begins choking her. As she falls to her knees believing she's about to die, a rush of energy hits her body. It's no longer choking her. She feels a sensation course through her body as the object bonds with her DNA & morphs into a choker. Over the next few weeks Amelia discovers that this mysterious choker has gifted her with unique abilities & alters it's appearance to match Amelia's outfit. She could only imagine that this choker came from another world. She nicknamed it "Alien Wear". Since she was chosen by this Alien Wear, she felt it was only right to use her powers to help others. She crafts her own unique outfit along with a domino mask. She also takes up self defense classes & archery as a starting point for her future as a superheroine. Wonder Vixen is the most powerful superheroine to appear in this Vix-Universe so far. Unknown to Vixen, the Alien Wear was secretly being studied by an organization called Omega. The leader on the project is an mysterious women known as Shada. Her look is influenced by Abby of NCIS but evil. She's obsessed with the object. It becomes worse once someone steals it. Once Wonder Vixen has started making waves, she senses something familiar. This intrigue leads Shada on a desire to capture Wonder Vixen alive & learn her secrets because she's the key to unlocking the mystery of the alien wear. Shada has her own secrets of who she is in the public eye & who she really is... I also ended up thinking of a supervillain G.I. Payne. John Rambo meets Bane. Unknown drug gave him super strength but had major effects on his psyche. After being left for dead by his superiors he went into a rage. Hunting down his superiors & murdered them. Then found everyone who knew about the secret drug & murdered them as well. An expert killer with no allegiance to anyone. At least 3 superheroines have died at his hands. He enjoys breaking them down & making them suffer. They usually beg for death before breaking them into submission. The last one admitted defeated. Offered her body & undying service & loyalty. He only consider it to give her hope. Seconds before snapping her neck he kills her last hope. She was also the last known superheroine before Wonder Vixen, who came over a decade later. Lady Minx is a theift who steals a belt that gives her powers. This belt however makes her vagina extra sensitive. Low blows effect her more than others & if you are able to grab her by the vagina, she'll be rendered powerless & her body will stop in place leaving her open for attacks. Men aren't content with defeating her &/or killing her. They instead have this urge to dominant her & make her their sexual conquest. This is their downfall as having sex with Minx drains them of their energy & powers. Allowing Minx who has absorb their energy/power, to defeat them easily & send them to jail. A villainess (haven't given her a name or character yet) figures out Minx's secret weapon & believes it'll have no effect on women. it doesn't. So when Minx is captured she is sexually tortured repeated by this villainess & her henchwomen. Over time Minx gives in to their desires & turns to the dark side. Using sex as a weapon against male victims & any male superheroes they might be.

#wonder vixen #shada #lady minx #g.i. payne #superheroine #heroine #punished heroines #female superhero #female villains #villainess #supervillain #super villain #back story #ideas #thoughts #ramblings

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Warm Scales

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Warm Scales

When I entered my apartment with Ilian, the guard made his way to the couch Aldure was already sitting there, and the two males easily took up the entire surface. So I went to nearby chair and sat down. The furniture was made with a mix of special alloys and fabric from the Mincridarn home world. The alloys in the metal were special and capable of holding massive amounts of weight even for small form, called Dragon Scale. The fabric used to keep the shape of the chair was made from some kind of special grain that when crushed into a powder and mixed with water created a dense foam; which could hold its shape under massive amounts of weight. The foam was mainly used for larger Mincridarins, because it was more comfortable for their size, but for humans and smaller Mincridarins who didn’t have enough weight to dent the foam, it was as hard as rock. So the chair wasn’t all that pleasant to sit on. What was even more bothersome was the fact the bed was made from the same materials, it was like sleeping on soft carpeted floor. After my first night and feeling all kinds of sore, I put out an order a small human bed, for my personal use. Which would also leave very little room in the bedroom, because the massive double king was used by Aldure and Aldure alone, and that wasn’t going anywhere. I looked at the TV and saw NCIS on the screen (Naval Criminal Investigation Service), show was rather fun to watch, and I was a personal fan of the show. I could understand why Mincridarins and Adestrians might enjoy it too. NCIS was about the military, it talked about modern technology, humans, the navy, and combat and training styles. Both Mincridarins and Adestrians were military oriented races. Their army and navy was a way of life. Every Mincridarn and Adestrian had some kind of combat experience, and weapon training. So they enjoyed watching fighting shows, Crime shows and anything about the military. “What episode are you on?” I asked watching the TV, but shooting a glance to Aldure so the dragon knew I was talking to him. “Season six episode two.” Aldure responded rather into the show, and watching it with an intense stare, trying to absorb every word and ounce of knowledge he could get from the show. “Well tell me how it goes Aldure, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” “Wait.” Aldure quickly chimed when I stepped in front of the TV, breaking his focus. Aldure paused the show and got up, and came to me, and looked down at me, his red scaled form towering over my body. “Something wrong?” “Can I talk to you in private?” Aldure asked softly leaning closely to me, he seemed nervous and I wasn’t sure why; but I nodded and with that simple confirmation Aldure walked with me into the bedroom and closed the door. He snapped his fingers twice and that gave the signal for the royal guard to stop listening and watching us. Aldure stood in front of the door and looked down at me still very much nervous. “What’s wrong Aldure?” “It’s my father, he wants me to find a female mate. But I don’t know if I’m ready. He’s already trying to set up dates with other high ranking females, and I’m just not sure if I’m ready to be joined with a female.” “Why don’t you say that? You Adestrians live for nearly two centuries, I’m sure your dad would be fine with waiting a few years.” “No… you don’t understand Isen, he wants me to be joined with a human female.” Aldure corrected quickly and then I fell silent because I was personally blown away by this statement. It took a moment for me to process, because it just didn’t sound right in any regard. “Wait what?” I asked just wanting more information, at this point Aldure took me to the bed and sat me down and stood in front of me and started pacing in front of the bed. Aldure paced when he was nervous, he said the movement helped him think. “Dad wants me to marry, or be joined with the daughter of some high ranking military officials, he really wants me to be joined with the daughter of secretary of the Navy. That’s why he’s been gone so much. He’s been trying to find high ranking public officials that would be a proper fit. He thinks that by doing it he can start to escalate change by showing that we are worthy mates for humans. But I don’t know if I can do it, it’s too much, you humans are so complicated; your technology is so confusing. What do I even say to a human female, how should I act? Should I fight her so she can test my strength?” Aldure asked and at this point was truly losing himself in thought, and I had to get up on the bed and grab his horns and force him to face me, and when I did he just looked at me worried. “If you fight you’ll get shot if anything.” I simply joked but this joke just made things worse and he just knocked my hands from his horns, and sat down on the bed covering his face with his hands. So I dropped down to the floor in front of Aldure, and sighed, Aldure might be forty eight years old but he still acted like a teen. Technically based upon Adestrian life cycle he still was considered a teen, he wasn’t considered a full adult until his first eighty years. “Wait is this why you’re watching all of this NCIS?” I asked now thinking about what he was saying. Aldure looked up at me from his hand and his eyes said enough. “You can’t learn much from watching TV, of course you learn some words and phrases, but you hardly understand much more than that.” “I know Isen, but what am I supposed to do? I can use computers, I break the buttons every time I try to use them. I can hardly manage using the remote. I’ve already broken the remote three times. Your technology is so delicate, it’s not meant for us to handle.” “Why don’t you try and go to some naval bases?” “Almost every military installation if blocked off to us. The human militaries don’t want us to know too much about their military projects and technology. That’s why my father wants me to be joined with the daughter of the Sec. Nav. He hopes by doing that he can open a few doors for us in the political fields.” “So you doing a joining, to join to noble families?” “Yes.” Aldure sighed and I looked at him with small smile and came and sat down next to the male. “When are you going to meet the Sec. Nav’s daughter?” “At the end of the month when she turns twenty-one, at her birthday party.” “What do you know about her?” “Her name Megan. She’s gotten honors in her classes for a good portion of her young life. She plays the Piano, and goes to Harvard to study law. She’s on her second semester, has three true proper female friends. Elizabeth, Yuki, and Abigail but everyone calls her Abby. Her favorite flowers are Lilac’s. On Facebook she goes by “Megan42”. She has a pet snake she calls Samson, he’s a brown ball python. Her favorite color is green, and she loves the spring and talking long walks on the beach.” Aldure explained counting out Megan’s info out on his fingers as if he was trying to remember everything about her. Though it was surprising he knew so much about her. “How do you know all of this?” I just had to ask, because he hardly knew how to use a computer. “The BWL, sent out a few agents to follow and spy on her, they actually thwarted her kidnapping without her even noticing once. That report was a fun read.” Aldure said with a small smile, though I was surprised by the fact that the BWL was helping out Adestrians. The BWL was an organization created by the old king of Mincara, filled with some of the most talented spies and assassins, though they’re also well known for their rule in the criminal underworld. The BWL is also seen as the right hand of the Mincridarn King, they didn’t do anything without his approval. “Wait what is the Black Wolf Legion helping you?” “Gaining political favor with the human governments is a joint effort, the Mincridarins want us to succeed just as much, because that means they might get a foot hold in the government as well.” This seemed reasonable so I accepted the response, and nodded in agreement. “So Aldure why do you want me to do?” “You’re the only human I know, tell me how to impress a human female.” I wanted to laugh at this, but his pleading gaze stopped me and I stopped myself. “Aldure, I’m gay, I’ve never dated a female, let alone wanted to try. Females have so many emotional problems and baggage. There is so many ways you can insult, and or get under their skin without even trying … But the few things I do know is never ask about a female’s weight, her age, and never touch her hair.” “But aren’t you dating Mrs. Ring, she’s a female.” Aldure simply countered and I flinched at this. “Well Mrs. Ring isn’t a human female, and she more guy than girl. Also I’m not dating her.” I countered and Aldure looked at me sadly, because my response were plainly unhelpful. “Aldure, just relax, I’ll call my mom you could talk to her, and ask her your questions.” I simply added and Aldure perked up hearing this, and he gave a small smile. “Thanks Isen.” “It’s not a problem Aldure. My mom will probably want to hear from me anyways, it’s been awhile since I’ve called her.” I said getting up from the bed but Aldure took my hand. “Wait Isen… Can I ask you something personal?” Aldure added causing me to look down at the nervous drake before he spoke again. “What’s wrong Aldure?” “How did you know if you like males?” This once again made me fall silent for a moment, but when his words went through my head properly. I came back to him and sat down next to Aldure. “Aldure do you like males?” I asked simply wanting to get to the bottle of this simple question. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought of females or males like this before. It was always study and spar, study and spar. I didn’t have time to be around males or females. So how did you know if you liked males?” Aldure explained hardly able to keep eye contact with me as he spoke, in fact as he spoke he seemed to grow even more nervous, as if he was expecting me to say or do something. “Aldure, I’m one of those people that believe in love, true love regardless of gender. I’m not Gay or straight, even though I say I’m Gay, I only say that because it’s easier and I prefer males of females, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go after females if I love them. I believe in the fact that if you love someone, it shouldn’t matter what gender you or the other person is. So Aldure just take a breath, and relax just let your heart decided what’s right, and if you can’t trust your heart. Trust your instincts, I know you have strong instincts, most Adestrians and Mincridarins do.” I explained and I patted the male’s muzzle, and with that I was about to leave to let Aldure thing about my words, but he stopped me. Aldure took my hand in his, his grip was warm like a summer’s day, and his hold was soft and clasped my entire hand. “Isen… Thanks.” Aldure said after a moment but it seemed there was more on his mind but he didn’t want to discuss such thoughts, at least not just yet. However he settled down a bit and he looked at me for a moment longer before letting my hand go and turning away. “Isen, can you show me around the town one of these days? I’m still new to the area and I would like to see more of this sanctuary.” Aldure asked glancing up at me, and I simply nodded in agreement. “It’s my duty to train you in human customs, you merely have to ask.” I responded with a simple smile and Aldure nodded happy with my response in some regard, but his mind was still elsewhere. “Thank you Isen, you are a wonderful aid.” “It’s no problem, it’s fun to teach Mincridarins and Adestrians about Earth and American culture and technology. Because I learn plenty about your races as I do my own.” I added Aldure nodded silently and got up from the bed; he brushed himself off as if to ease brush off his tension. He said a simple goodbye and left me alone in the room, at which point I went to my computer to write.

#Aldure/Isen #Part 23

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