Tragically Broken || AU

DISCLAIM-seriously? y'all get it por now. Don Belisarrio and I are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Therefore, i own NOTHING to do with ncis except DVD s. Or anything else i mention in this article. so yeah, stop leitura this and get down to what u actually clicked for.
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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 would never stop until he got it. He was a dangerous man, and there was only one force...

(Rating: K/ Word Count: 1498)

It was Tuesday. As Ziva rode the elevator up to the bullpen alone, she could not avoid dwelling on the last three weeks. A desperate procurar to find Jackson Gibbs, days of terror, a thrill of relief at seeing his kind, if exhausted, face, blessedly unharmed, the fearsome crack crack of two gunshots during the rescue–-and suddenly, just like that, it was over. Paloma and Alejandro lay dead in the battle, McGee shaking as he replaced his gun in its coldre and ran to Jackson’s side.

Today was boring, but boring was a relief. It was just another Tuesday, just the...

this is just something that popped into my head while I was leitura a fanfiction but it is not a repeat at all it is completely different it is just something that they had ziva say so remember I don’t own ncis or the characters that play in it I just took them out to play
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Ziva’s pov
She had to admit the past 3 months had been the best of her life she did not think that she could ever been unhappy again.
She was going on a run before she meet her boyfriend for lunch that is right an ex-assassin just said boy friend do not look so shocked...

Ziva POV
The música ends. He slowly removes his hand from her face.
I’m blushing… I wish I had a break on the floor to crawl. I need some… space…
I run to the mini bar, I’m needing a cold drink.
-Please, give me a cold margarita.
-Are you alright ma’am? Your cheeks are a little red. –The waiter says.
-Ah ah... –I hear McGee laughing, and even don’t seeing I know that Gibbs is smiling. This only makes my cheeks turning even redder.
- I’m fine. I just need a cold drink. –I say.
-Ziva look to that faca there on the mini bar.-Gibbs says.
-Yes, I’m seeing it, what does it have?
-It’s...

Life after you

The sun rose in morning. The sun sank down on the horizon at the end of the day. dia after day. Time passed por unnoticed. Rain drops fell from sky and dried up again. Wind blow through the city and the skyscrapers. Leaves lay under big trees. Children ran through the streets. flores lost the last colour. Autumn was a beautiful season of the year. Autumn should be a beautiful season.

Everyone needed a personal life. Everyone deserved happiness. Everyone wanted someone to cry out at his shoulder. Important content in life. All this wasn’t important for her. She wanted vengeance....

Ziva POV

I see him, he is rigth there, in front of me, sitting on his chair, with his feet on his table, probably leitura one of "those" magazines... He will never know how much he irritates me... so probably he will never now about the chills I have everytime his eyes cruz mine, or about how he makes me sing mentally, but mais than that he will never know how much I amor him. Yes, I admit, I'm not stronger as I seem... if I was maybe I would tell him everything I feel.
He is looking at me now, and a stupid fever is crushing down on me, I'm being consumed with the desire of kiss him. But I...

Sorry for the oh so long break & oh so short chapter, but I think my muse in back. The seguinte chapter is already in the works. Enjoy & don't be mad!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, the characters or any of the lyrics used.




Having phone sex? Laila Tov. Nesiah Tovah. I’m tired of pretending. I was just going to tussle your hair, sometimes it makes you smile. For you. Why are you here, Tony? I couldn’t live without you…

Tony groggily tried to open his eyes but was unable to. He was confused and in pain. What happened? he wondered. He turned his head to the side searching for his McGee,...

ok heads up this is written from my I pod touch so it we be a little rough so be gentle I just had to write it before it was out of my head forever
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All of a sudden when she thought that it was an all clear she heard a single shot Followed por hearing her partners agonizing cry
She had never been so scared in her entire life ... Or so she thought seeing him being carried off on a gurney was way way worse
Upone her arrival to the hospital she ran in flashed her badge and said DiNozzo
The woman didn’t even bother to look up she had dealt with NCIS...

Tim made his way to the bullpen after briskly jogging off the elevator he set his workload down on his escrivaninha, mesa and stopped as he noticed Abby leaning on Gibb’s desk…his coffee was there but he wasn’t.

“Hi Abby” He smiled

“Your late Timmy..” She smiled back.

“I know…I know” He was about to sit when he was stopped por the footsteps of his boss.

“Sorry Boss…I nearly overslept”

Gibbs nudged the Goth.

“Oh! Yeah….your going to be training today.”

He looked at Abby.

“Probies?”

“Nope…well kind of… your going to train with our newest probie.”

He smiled.

“Thanks...

Louisa

Rating: K+
Word Count: 1.479
Summary: The story is about Tony and his meeting with Louisa. Italics are flashbacks.


The blood in his veins froze. Tony was sitting on the most uncomfortable chair in his whole life and that made him crazy. Being a nervous wrack would be overstated, but it hit the mark. It was just a cheap, plastic seat. Not ideal for hospitals. Relatives and friends, who spent 24 hours here, needed something better, he thought. Beside him, in front of him and everywhere around him – A rush of colours running up and down the hallways. Nurses with clothes, coloured like the...

Tony woke from a deep sleep his eyes still adjusting to the bright light slowly filling the room. He had dreamt of her again…as he did quite often. As he dressed he noticed that his clothes were fresh and wondered how they were washed without him noticing.

He stepped out of the small hut he was living in for the time being and took a deep breath taking in the sweet air. As he walked around he noticed an elderly man struggling to make his way down to a small creek that ran through the estate he was holding an beautifully crafted oak cane in one hand and an old fishing pole in the other. He...

Tony POV

Ziva's really beautiful tonight. Her dark brown curls are so perfect, resting on her shoulders. Her body is carved por that amazing dress. I don't think I will be able to do what Gibbs asked. Ziva is a distraction, a big one, a huge one.

Ziva POV
We're in the car. This silence is killing me.
-I hope you know how to dance salsa...-I say, trying to break the tension.
-Do you?-He asks.
-I... I think so.
-I'm a great dancer.
-Sure...-I say.
The silence is installing again.
-Finally!-I blow, seeing the club at the bottom of the street.
Tony is leaving the car and he goes toward my door. He opens...

Disclaim----I do not write any of the lyrics that are starred. I only wrote the story they inspiredd(: i alsoo don't own ncis or anything to do with it other than i'm a HUGGEE fan, and i also have seasons 1,2,and 3 on dvd. i'm gettin 4 for my bday hopefullyy! (:


----okay so i have no time so no funky fonts or anything.....sorry ;(---------



*this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looks so sad in photographs i absolutley amor her, when she smiles*-three doors down, story of a girl



Ziva sat alone, the single lamp making febel attempts to illuminate...

Ok, this is the last chapter I know it took too long.... This is a very short chapter, anyway, I hope you like it!


TONY’S POV
I hold her in my harms, I feel her coração beating and her inconsolable sob.
-Calm down…. –I say, passing my hand through her hair. –I… I shouldn’t have kissed you, I’m sorry Ziva… I didn’t want you to stay like this, ok? Stop crying…
Finally I set her free from my harms, she’s looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes tired of crying.

ABBY’S POV
-This is kind of sad…. –I say.
-Abby, I’m not sure if this will result… -McGee says.
-Shut up McGee!...

lost then found


Look out.

Be careful.

Watch your step.

Take care.

I amor you.

Staring at tears on the pages
Of letters that I never could’ve write


“Still in our galaxy, Zee-vah?” Tony’s words brought her back to reality. She looked up and saw him standing in front of her desk. He tried to smirk as evil as possible. Her absent look lay on a sheet of paper on the desk.
“Stop bothering me.” Ziva knew she was rude to him, but right now she didn’t care. The headache didn’t want to go away. The bad feeling inside her didn’t want to go away.
“Just as you wish; my ninja.” he bowed down...

* Disclaimer #1: ncis ≠ mine
** Disclaimer #2: All book titles mentioned are inventions of my imagination. If they are the same as any real book titles, it was done entirely accidentally; I don’t own the rights to those books.
*** Disclaimer #3: As I have never gone through such a traumatic experience, I can only imagine the psychological effects. I mean no disrespect to anyone who has if I explain them unrealistically.
**** Justification: I felt like the hyper Ziva we’ve been seeing needed some explaining. So here is some explaining.
***** Setting: Within a few weeks following Good Cop,...

    She felt it, deep inside, past the flippant excuses and carefully manufactured carelessness that guarded her heart: a stone had settled. She couldn’t help a measured glance around the room. Nowhere, in the sea of faces, were the two that Ziva needed to see. As the room rose to their feet and she rose with them, the stone settled still deeper, disturbing the mound of buried betrayal that she had hoped would stay covered forever. And as she started to speak, her very words accused her. Do you know what you're doing? - they seemed to whisper in her ear. Of America, she...