A/N: I apologise for the delay between the chapters, I've had exams and alot of school stuff do. Thank you for everyone who has reviewed, added my story as an alert or favourite and read it. I apologise if I have any spelling mistakes or whatever, despite me being fairly good at English, I often miss things when I reread my work. Enjoy!
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Song: Tonight por Enrique Iglesias featuring Ludacris.
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A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed,you all rock! Y'all definitely brought a smile to my face, the mais feedback – the fast I update. Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes, just eager to get this forno and done with and didn't spellcheck – will do later. Advice? Listen to song while reading, gets you into my state of mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: In My Veins por Andrew Belle.

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OKAY. HERE'S THE DEALIO.

THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO WRITE. HEBREW IS SOOOO CONFUSING. I HATE google TRANSLATE. ANYHOO, IF SOMETHING'S WRONG, CORRECT ME.

I KNOW THERE ARE NO QUOTATION MARkS. SORRY. NOT ADDING 'EM ALL IN.

ENJOY.

Tony was bored. Really, really bored. There were no cases, only mountains of paperwork. Stealing a glance hat his brilliant ninja partner, he noticed she was simply sitting there, as bored as he was, also. He grinned and shot her an IM.
שלום זיוה (Hello Ziva)
She gave him a strange look at his use of Hebrew but answered him anyway.
Cosa vuoi, Tony? (What do you want,...

Another sleepless night, another note, another dia without Ziva. He didn’t know if he could deal with anything other than another rescue. He folded & unfolded the paper in his hands, replaying the words in his head – Flight 646 6:20 pm accompanied por the words you won’t want to miss this. He looked at the clock… only 8:45 am. What the hell was he supposed to do for the seguinte 9.5 hours?

McGee and Abby stood around the corner, out of Tony’s line of sight whispering quietly. “Timmy he doesn’t look good. He hasn’t slept, he won’t eat and he hasn’t even showered. I’m starting...

so I'm dead tired right now, but i have NO other time to write before the deadline, and i have no idea what I'm composição literária yet, so here goes nothing. ;P sorry if it's too ooc for some of ya, but it just worked out better.

Disclaim: if i ran ncis, tiva would have happened in season three, so i obviously don't own it. ;( plus, Michael would have had to suffer A WHOLE HECK UVULA LOT mais THAN HE DID!---sorry, I'm in a really anti-rivkin mood. ;/

******Friday morning.**********

Ziva heard the faint ping of an elevator approaching the squad room floor. she adverted her eager eyes to the fonte of the...

amargo, amarga and Blue- 1462 words

Tony had been atuação strange for the whole day.

It was almost like he didn’t want to work.

Not that that was weird for Tony, as normally he spent his hours lounging back on his escrivaninha, mesa chair and shooting spitballs at McGee. But this time…it was different. It was almost like he was late for something. He was trying to use any excuse he could think of to get out of the office. Ziva’s mind worked in overdrive.

At midday

The sun beat down on their backs as Ziva clicked the camera around the crime scene.

    “DiNozzo,” barked Gibbs, “Go to your...

----"Can't unsay what you hearrdd....'cause you heard me right. And i won't try to fight 'em back or hide my feelings for you, I unapologiizee!"--Carrie Underwood, unapologize. aka, best song EVER! seriously, I will give you props once i figure out how if you listen to that song!!!!

disclaim: Don't own ncis or anything but some dvds and the reruns i watch. or songs. sorry, it's the sad truth ;( ONE DAY, Don Bellisario!

****Friday Morning****

---"Why hello, my overly late partner! May i ask why you are late?" the womanizing movie freak that was tony dinozzo inquired of his partner.

"see, that depends....

She can't sleep. She tosses and turns, flips, and falls off the cama sometimes, but she doesn't sleep. All she can see, all she will ever see, is the tears that nuvem her vision as the blood spills from his chest.
It has only been two hours and she has already cried enough tears to fill the Nile River twice over. The whole team has tried so hard, but she will never, EVER forget the look on his face as he realises what is to come.
She hates it. She hates everything. Everything that has ever caused her pain. Ari. Michael. Her father. Saleem. And now, this.
She sees the explosion. It replays, over...

His eyes flick up, every now and then, simply watching her.

She teases him, twirling a bit of hair around on her fingers where he can see it.

He wants to grab it, desperately, but his teacher will see, and his teacher hates flirting. Of any kind.

Twenty years later, he is in the same predicament.

Except now, she isn't twirling her hair or biting her freshly painted nails.

She's aiming a gun directly at a killer, telling him to get up and put his hands behind his head.

Normally he'd be watching her from behind...

If he weren't lying underneath another guy.

So he appreciates the view from below.

Her mocha...

Invitation

December 24th, NCIS, 6.30pm

Tony was sitting at his desk, finishing his paperwork, counting minutos for leaving home. Christmas. However, it didn't mean much to him. Not this year. In past few years, he used to invite some hot girl to his apartment, usually stayed for a night or two. But not this year. Everything had changed a lot. He took a look to his partner working opposite to him. Her dark, tender eyes were following her hand, composição literária a case report.

»So, Dah-veed,« he heard himself say, »What are ya doing for Christmas?«

»In our family, we don't celebrate Christmas,« she smirked....

Tony POV

There she is. She is trying to hide what happened… what almost happened. I can see that it’s not being easy to her. Her eyes still tearing because of the shock. I mean, the almost shock.
-You wanted to see us, boss? –I tremble saying this “us”.
-Yes, the people that were find dead during this mês have something in common. All of them were members of a dance club.
-So, the killer must be in the dance club…
-Really, McGee?! –Gibbs says.
-So… you want us to go there and ask a few questions? –Ziva says. Her voice seems so sad, so disappointed. I should have kissed her, even...

I watched Aliyah last night and came up with this in my head. This is how I'd wished it had gone.

“You jeopardised your entire career and for what?” Ziva snarled.
“For you.” He said it so softly she almost wasn't sure if he had said it.
Her right hand swung up, to soco him no doubt (frankly, he didn't blame her, he'd already punched himself twice) but he was prepared and caught her wrist before it made contact with his face. Her other hand barely came up before he'd grabbed that wrist also. Without thinking, he pushed her around a column and into a corner. Ziva tried to wiggle her way...

Here is the last chapter! I would like to say thanks to everybody that read and commented my fanfics specially to Cassie R. that helped me chosing the song. Thank you Cassie! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Begin Again-Colbie Caillat

Finnaly the kiss ends and the magic dissolves in the air. They could feel jitters coming. Ziva solves to break the silence.
-What was this, Tony? -She says almost whispering.
-I'm sorry Ziva, I...
Rosa, the nurse is looking at them with that little-pretty smile as when she watches those mexican sopa operas, that she loves.
-I understand, it was the tension of the moment sorry, I shouldn't...

Far Away-Nicleback

Finnaly, down the street, he reaches the hospital. Ziva breaths slowly, and closes her eyes softly.
-Don't close your eyes, keep awake, Zi, we're already in the hospital.
-I'm tired...-She says.
Seeing Tony with Ziva almost unconscious in his arms, a doctor and a nurse run to them.
-We'll take care of her, now. -The doctor says.-Rosa, take him to a room where he can wait alone and calm down. -He says to the nurse.
-This way, señor. -The nurse says, kindly.
She leads him to a quite room.
-You may sit there.
-Thanks. -He says.
-I'll get you a cup of tea.
-Thank you, but I just want...

There it is, chapter 2, hope you like it.

I'd Come For You-Nicleback

It's early morning in New York. Tony wakes up and takes a fast shower. He has to find her she may be hurt, bleeding, lost or something else. Yes, he knows that she could be OK too, but his coração doesn't tell him so.

MEANWHILE

There's ligth coming through the window. Her head hurts. That's partly her fault, she is not very accustomed to drink as much as she did that nigth. A man comes in. There's no doubt. He's one of the killers that she was chasing. In her head there's a flash of Saleem. She shakes her head a little bitt to...

This was actually not my original idea. But I told this to myself last night and liked the way it sounded. Enjoy :)

I never thought much about fingers. You don't have much time to, working at NCIS. Most girls are always painting their nails or getting temporary tattoos, while I, I shoot a gun with my fingers.
Sure, I've named all my fingers. The gun finger, the bird, the ring finger, the teacup, xícara de chá finger- I know my etiquette- and the all important button finger.
I check my fingers. Still wobbling all over the place. I shouldn't have had all that soda.
I am sitting outside Ziva's hospital room, twiddling...

This is my contribution to the TFFF round 2!
Its basicly Ziva dreaming about Tony but not the kind of dream she's used to!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the words in this fic!


The wind was moving the árvore outside the window so that the branches were lightly tapping on it, a light breeze was moving the curtains through the slightly open window. But this was not the only movement in the room.

A beautiful honey kissed brunette lay sleeping, being tortured por her dreams. Her soft but wild hair was like a dark halo round her head, her caramelo skin was wet with beads of sweat, her dark chocolate eyes...

After talking with Abby, Ziva and Claire go to the elevator.
-Hey, do you know how you will tell your boss?
-Not, yet.
-Maybe I could... -Claire says but the elevator stops and opens and she shuts up, because Gibbs is rigth there.
-Hey. -Gibbs says with his coffee in the rigth hand.
-Hey, Gibbs...-Ziva says.-This the witness...
-...Claire Rodriguez. -She says with a big smile.-You must be Gibbs. Placer conocerte, nice to meet you.
-You speak spanish?
-Si, yes, I am from Ecuador. I moved to Miami when I was 18.
Seeing that Gibbs is interested in the conversation with Claire, Ziva walks to Tony. She...

segundo part to my fic "Too Painful To Wait" Hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I Own nothing but the words on this page!


Looking up as Tony walked through the door, Ziva felt borboletas in the pit of her stomach. Her coração lurched when he sat down just that little bit closer than they were sitting previously. Tony pulled the duvet back over him and stared towards the tv. “Do you think they’ll work out this time Ziva”?

Ziva was slightly shocked because he really sounded interested, thinking about it she replied “Yes, I think so. They are older and wiser now, I am sure things will work out....