Tony, Gibbs and McGee exited the elevator after a long exhausting case was finished. Another murder and another arrest was normal but this case hit the team hard. The murder victim wasn’t even a teenager and she had some similarities to a picture of Gibbs’ daughter, but everyone thought it was best to not mention it.
“I think I’m going to go início and get some rest, Boss,” McGee said without making eye contact.”I think we all should… Any of you seen Ziva?”
Ziva sat this case out to make arrangements for a trip back to Tel-Aviv, but she had said she wouldn’t be gone very long.
“Um, Boss, I think I just found her,” Tony whispered from farther down the hallway. His head was peeking around the corner and faint piano música came from the bullpen with Ziva cantar along to it.
“Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band,
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a música man.”
Tony had never heard Ziva sing before. She wasn’t the best but she was far from the worst.
“Ballerina, you must’ve seen her, dancing in the sand
And now she’s with me, always in me, tiny dancer in my hand.”
“She’s pretty good,” McGee said after he and Gibbs had made their way down the hall. “You expect her not to be, Probie?” Tony eyed him as if he was sticking up for Ziva, not that it surprised anyone.
“Jesus freaks, out in the street, handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad.”
“What’s this song from?” Tony put his hands on McGee’s shoulders, begging for him to answer. “Oh come on Tony, we’re having a good moment here, don’t ruin it.” He tried not to raise his voice too loud as he pushed Tony’s hands off of him.
“Piano man, he makes his stand, in the auditorium,
Looking on, she sings the songs, the words she knows the tune she hums.”
The tone of the música changed after a bit of piano music.
“Come on, Boss! Even you should get this one right!” Tony said excitedly. “It’s Elton John, DiNozzo. I’m not that into movies.”
“But oh how it feels so real, lying here with no one near,
Only you and you can hear me, when I say,
softly, slowly…”
“It’s Almost Famous!” McGee nodded and pointed to Ziva. Her mood seemed to have changed but if it was because she heard Tony she didn’t show it and kept singing, only this time she was interrupted with mais voices than one.
“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.
Count the headlights on the highway.
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy dia today.”
Upon hearing the other voices sing along Ziva had turned her chair to face the others, but no one stopped singing. They were all smiling despite the case they had just finished, and Gibbs, being the father figure that he was motioned for Ziva to come and cadastrar-se them while the música continued playing. She stood between Gibbs and Tony as a family, slightly dysfunctional but still much closer than blood relatives.
And Tony remembered that Ziva used to be a ballerina.
“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer
Count the headlights in the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy dia today”
“I think I’m going to go início and get some rest, Boss,” McGee said without making eye contact.”I think we all should… Any of you seen Ziva?”
Ziva sat this case out to make arrangements for a trip back to Tel-Aviv, but she had said she wouldn’t be gone very long.
“Um, Boss, I think I just found her,” Tony whispered from farther down the hallway. His head was peeking around the corner and faint piano música came from the bullpen with Ziva cantar along to it.
“Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band,
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a música man.”
Tony had never heard Ziva sing before. She wasn’t the best but she was far from the worst.
“Ballerina, you must’ve seen her, dancing in the sand
And now she’s with me, always in me, tiny dancer in my hand.”
“She’s pretty good,” McGee said after he and Gibbs had made their way down the hall. “You expect her not to be, Probie?” Tony eyed him as if he was sticking up for Ziva, not that it surprised anyone.
“Jesus freaks, out in the street, handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad.”
“What’s this song from?” Tony put his hands on McGee’s shoulders, begging for him to answer. “Oh come on Tony, we’re having a good moment here, don’t ruin it.” He tried not to raise his voice too loud as he pushed Tony’s hands off of him.
“Piano man, he makes his stand, in the auditorium,
Looking on, she sings the songs, the words she knows the tune she hums.”
The tone of the música changed after a bit of piano music.
“Come on, Boss! Even you should get this one right!” Tony said excitedly. “It’s Elton John, DiNozzo. I’m not that into movies.”
“But oh how it feels so real, lying here with no one near,
Only you and you can hear me, when I say,
softly, slowly…”
“It’s Almost Famous!” McGee nodded and pointed to Ziva. Her mood seemed to have changed but if it was because she heard Tony she didn’t show it and kept singing, only this time she was interrupted with mais voices than one.
“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.
Count the headlights on the highway.
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy dia today.”
Upon hearing the other voices sing along Ziva had turned her chair to face the others, but no one stopped singing. They were all smiling despite the case they had just finished, and Gibbs, being the father figure that he was motioned for Ziva to come and cadastrar-se them while the música continued playing. She stood between Gibbs and Tony as a family, slightly dysfunctional but still much closer than blood relatives.
And Tony remembered that Ziva used to be a ballerina.
“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer
Count the headlights in the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy dia today”
