He flipped the emergency switch and turned to Ziva. Her brow was wrinkled in confusion. "Tony...", she began. He placed his finger to her lips to quiet her. "But Tony I don't underst....", she whispered. "Ziva just listen to me for a minute. Ever since toi came waltzing in with your tough girl attitude, cargo pants and your worldly experiences I had this feeling that we were meant to be. But what do I know about suff like that? Nothing. So I ignored my feelings jour after day, week after week, mois after month, but I just can't do it anymore." He stopped to take a breath and almost fearfully...

A/N: Just a short one-shot inspired par “False Witness”. I own nothing.


From hands and hearts


With another snowy evening in D.C, another jour ended for Tony. But it was the first time in the last few days that he felt actually pretty good. Not the sort of good his was used – DiNozzo-good – but it was still a huge improvement. Unintentional Brenda Bittner had puzzled him; making him think about his entire life, the past years and all the One-Night-Stands he had had. Midlife crazy.
He was about to switch on TV, when someone knocked at his door. DiNozzo wondered; he hadn’t expected visitors...

Ok please, please don't judge me to harsh on this. I was up till 3 am écriture this and then my little brother deleted it all, and I am in troubles for screaming at him, so this was better until I had to re-write it. And don't bother lire this if bad spelling and punctuation bothers, toi because I am not going to check this over and over again, just to get it right. I did that once and it got deleted, so oh well. This is my first fan fic so i hope toi like it
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It was almost mid-night and Aiva was ready for a night at accueil with a good book, when...

DISCLAIM-seriously? y'all get it par now. Don Belisarrio and I are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Therefore, i own NOTHING to do with NCIS Enquêtes spéciales except DVD s. ou anything else i mention in this article. so yeah, stop lire this and get down to what u actually clicked for.

don't get confused, the beginning is the same. this just has the middle and end of it :)


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PROLOGUE: An older gray haired man entered, and immediately all eyes went on him. He was almost never here, but he was the most famous man in the building. Everybody knew he was here for one thing, and...

Disclaimer-Nope, I do not own NCIS,only some small gifts.
I have noticed that a lot of people do Ziva's POV,so I am going to write a Tony's POV.

He dragged himself up the wooden stairs to his apartment door. "Another waisted day, DiNozzo." he a dit as he figeted with his key. He through his gear onto the small couch, where he noticed he still had not read the biography of the auteur to Deep Six.

Tom E. Gemcity

He skipped the part about boring McGee's life, and then saw how the characters came to life.

Agent Tommy and Agent Lisa were created par two people I admire very much. They will remain...

Rating - K/K+
Word Count - 1396
Small Summary - This is basically Tony and Ziva's reactions to what happened in Masquerade, and the aftermath. Oh yeah, italics indicate flashbacks from the first part of the story. I got really into this fic, but as the jour progressed, I found myself less impressed with my écriture ability. XD So here goes.......

Persistence of Memory

He gently grabbed her forearm. "Come on, Ziva, please, don't go", his voice croaked with desperation.

She looked at him, her eyes not masking her fear. Her fear, not of the past, but the here and now. What could be. That fear also encased...

After much, much procrastinating, I finally came up with a beginning to this chapter, which was supposed to finished some months ago!

It may suck, but I only just finished the McGee and Abby part of this chapter so bare with me :D

So.... comment, rate but most of all... enjoy! It would make my day!

DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately, do not own NCIS, just the DVD's. I think I can handle that... for now. Muhahahahaha. Anyway.... xD

Sometimes, Always

ABBY'S LAB

McGee stolled into Abby's lab and plonked himself down in front of one of the many computers. "Tony and Ziva are stressing me out, thought I'd come...

Ziva sat with her hands clasped, legs crossed, as she watched Abby get ready. "Tonight will be amazing, don't toi think?" Abby squealed, slipping her earrings in.
"Abby, it will be, but I never thought I would see toi wearing white."
"Me neither, Ziva." She turned to face her best friend and sighed."What do toi think?"
"Oh, Abby, toi look great!"
"Yeah, but is it too much?" Ziva suppressed a sigh. This was Abby's big day, and she should be worried.
"Honestly, my sister was plus of a fashion expert than I was. Abby, toi look amazing."
"You sure?"
Ziva smiled. "I am sure."

Abby's wedding was a dream...

DISCLAIMER: toi know the deal :]

TONY'S P.O.V.
Things were looking up for us for once. It'd been two weeks of boring old paperwork and Ziva and I were finally back in business. I didn't know how great of an idea it was to be fighting on the roof of an apartment building in the middle of a thunderstorm, but hey, at least I was punching people!
Behind me, my ninja was doing exactly what she did best, and that was be a ninja. I heard what sounded like a person drawing a couteau and thought it must've been one of Ziva's- but I was wrong. A moment later, I heard a gunshot, and, ten agonizing seconds...

"I guess there's no need to ask how toi got here, huh?" Tony a dit absently. "What is wrong Tony?" "I was thinking about Kate. I think about her less now, but every once in awhile a thought creeps into my mind." Tony told her. Ziva giggled, "Thinking about her naked again Tony?" He turned away, and all he a dit was "No." Ziva reached out and touched his arm gently, "It is okay to miss her Tony. She was your partner and I am sure that toi will always remember her." "Kate was so different than toi Ziva. Sometimes I don't know how we got along at all, she didn't like confrontation and she was a...

"Tony maybe tonight would not be a good night. I understand that toi have questions, that toi would like to talk to me but..." Ziva paused, "we will talk suivant week. Pick a day. I will make toi dinner." "Really?" Tony exclaimed. "Okay, I may not make dinner, but we will talk." She held up her hand, "I promise." "Back to your car it is then little lady," Tony responded. Dropping Ziva off at her car was hard, he'd wanted her to come accueil with him, he'd wanted to talk to her about his feelings... their feelings and most of all he'd wanted to make passionate l’amour after holding her most of the night....

“...and don’t forget, take lots and lots of pictures, don’t kill each other...oh, Tony, you’ve got to try that little cafe I told toi about! They have the best biscuits; well, not biscuits, but whatever they call them in France…”
    Tony and Ziva blinked at Abby, slightly exasperated, but smiled to her as the door began to shut. Just then a streak of red-tipped white shot into the elevator. Tony sighed as the door opened again.
    “And one plus thing. Stay safe,” Abby pronounced firmly, her gaze raking them both and lingering on Ziva...

A/N: A bit of a small chapter, sorry. Ah... Enemies Foreign is airing in less then 48 hours! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: Say When par The Fray.
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"I think I'll take that coffee now."

Tony and Ziva walked along the streets just outside NCIS Enquêtes spéciales with the sun hanging low in the sky - among the dark grey clouds, both having half-filled coffee cups at hand. The growls of thunder became plus dominant as...

Author's Note:

Came up with it a night ou two after Outlaws and In-laws. It was a dream at first, I only remember some parts. I was annoyed with myself that I can't remember the other, so I thought up of something to fill the empty spaces.


I know it's kinda cliche, but I Just want to share. My shipping instincts, apparently, are still very alive, even in slumber. When I'm not satisfied with my dream, especially when I forget a lot of parts of it ou when it's interrupted with me waking up, the creative juices just flow.


My dream, which has become a fluffy day-dream.



Sorry for the blabbering! Okay,...

Ziva is happy they skipped the movie, even though she knows it only confirms what he fears. Tony was right! Since they moved back here, she had only left the house to visit her former employer, once, and to go with him to bring her daughter to school where she sat in the car, four out of the five times. Her anxiety was rebuilding with the growing of her belly. The first week she hadn’t let Tali out of her sight, ou even out of the house. Occasionally both of them had companied Tony to visit his father in the nursing home. Now that Senior had recovered and Tali would soon be starting first...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS Enquêtes spéciales ou any of it's characters. That is the genius that is Don Bellisario.

Tony edged his way through the elevator door, holding the multiple coffees in one hand and Abby's Caf-Pow drink in the other.
“How do toi do that?” McGee asked.
“He doesn't know.” Gibbs spoke suddenly, making Ziva jump.
“Gibbs! Coffee?” Without waiting for an answer, Tony handed Gibbs a coffee.
“Thanks.” Gibbs said. He took a sip. “Come on. We have a dead Marine in southern Pennsylvania. McGee-” he tossed him the car keys-”You're driving.”
McGee smirked and led the way out of...

Disclaimer-I am not affiliated with NCIS Enquêtes spéciales ou CBS.
I do not have any part in creating in these characters, nor do I own them.
Rating-T
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Anthony entered the building with less swagger and less spring in his step. Mondays were basically torture for him, it ended his weekend that was filled with bière and camelote, indésirable food. As soon as he placed down his gear, Ziva started to snicker.
"What?" he snapped.
She looked up from her computer screen.
"None of your business." she retorted hatefully.
McGee watched the bicker and realized the intensity in the bullpen. Tony stared intently at Ziva, and she ignored him....

She was so aggravated with him. Aggravated at the moments that he could see right through to the obvious facts. The moments where he would simply sit & stare at her, knowing that the shield she had been oh so solidly holding up for months was dangerously close to be broken. These moments were ... overwhelming. Moments of weakness for her, moments that she didn't have often. But she could not afford to be weak. Gibbs made it clear to her that she; the old Ziva had died in Somalia, so why could she not admit she didn't feel right? Maybe it was the stares of sympathy? The way people had begun...

AN: Just a aléatoire surge of imagination, while Idiot's Guide livres were on my mind.

AN 2: Fanfic is inspired by:

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Disclaimer: I promise I'll return them par midnight.

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Step 1.

Avoid seeing him/her. Some situations are unavoidable, such as if toi work together ou have a class together, but avoid going to the same hangouts ou other social places toi know he/she frequents…

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For people like you, who have known each other for plus ou less 5 years, this...

Chapter 2: Rude Phone Call

Ziva felt Tony’s eyes following her every movement. It wasn’t until they finally reached her apartment door that Tony’s eyes finally shifted away from her backside to lock onto Ziva’s exotic brown eyes, the eyes that had captivated his imagination ever since he first met the Israeli. He searched them for reassurance, to be certain that Ziva really did want to be with him. To be with him, and no one else.

Gibbs may have donné them his permission, but they still would have to keep their romance outside of the office and off the field. Tony understood that.
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