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 love her, when she smiles*-three doors down, story of a girl
Ziva sat alone, the single lamp making febel attempts to illuminate the words to describe how she was feeling. Words couldn't even describe, which was probably half the issue. She was trying to write a note to tony. She needed to tell him how she felt, that was not the question. She thought back to that day, in the warehouse. ---"Come on, Ziva."--- Those emerald eyes. She needed those jewles more than a child needs their blanket.
*i would be the best damn poet, sell the words out of my mouth, my words might not be magic, but they cut straight to the truth. so if you need a lover and a friend, baby i'm in*--Keith Urban, I'm In
She was blocked. She had already run 6 miles that day. That didn't even help. She had decided to come to the place that had become her home. NCIS headquarters. It was 4:00 in the morning, but she doubted the security guards would care. Even if they did, she could snap them like a twig. They only carried one weapon, for god's sake! That letter was the top priority, anyway. She decided to start at the beginning. The way he had made her feel at the hotel that first night, the many heated moments, the jealousy she felt toward jeanne, elevator conversations that were never what they seemed, going undercover with him and treasuring every millisecond she was with him, and the fleeting comfort with michael, which turned out to be the vital misstep that caused her to be in this position in the first place. She silently scoulded herself. It wasn't as if this wasn't important, but she wasn't exactly in high school anymore, either. She couldn't find a different route to class or sit somewhere else at lunch to avoid him. She had to craft this confession as if it was the freakin' Sonnet #18.
-----------2 hours laterrrr----------------------
It took 7 languages, 9 cups of coffee, and 5 fights with the vending machine, but she managed to stay up and finish. "welp, guess it's time to seal my fate," she mumbled to herself. She even premitted herself a little laugh. American idioms could be annoying, but they made talking wayy more interesting! Now came the tricky part. Sitting here, waiting, and wondering whether it was a wise decision to pour out her soul to a man who once admitted to having Ozzie Osbourne as his hero. Oh, well. IT wasn't as if it were a lie, at any rate.
*But in a box beneath my bed, is a letter that you never read*-Taylor Swift, tim mggraw.
Suddenly, she heard the faint footsteps of destiny getting into the elevator. With a queasy stomach (blame it on the coffee, if you want) she watched his perfect face appear. He was on his phone. "Okay, gorgeous! see you tonight!" he snapped his phone shut with a self-satisfied smirk. Her jaw opened up so wide it almost set off her stapler. "Guess who has a date for tonight with Miss Washington DC, Zeevah?" "I'm guessing you, Tony," she replied, with as little gusto as possible when she was takling to the most perfect man since James Bond. Luckily, he opted to torture her from close range today, so he hadn't made it to her desk yet. "Tony, i'm a little thirsty, could you get me a water from the vending machine? i'll put away your gear while you're gone," she tried. Best not to get him curious if he comes back and she's still there. "Okay?" He seeemed puzzled, but didn't argue. So he did, and she wandered over to his station. She got the letter, and tried to hide the pain searing the scowl on her face. Phase 1, complete. "So he thinks he has a girlfriend that's better than me, hmm?" she thought. She formulated phase two, and started to humm. "Z, what's wrong with you?" he inquired as he handed her her Dasani. "Nothing, tony. what made you think that?" she asked. "Well, you're humming, and happy. Those two on a usually stony person don't mix well without fear, especially when you're a former assassin." he clarified. "Well, maybe you're not the only one wiht a date tonight, Tony." She replied. That set him off. "Well, as senior field agent, I need to know about my team. Who's the guy?" he quipped. Gibbs and McGee came in to save her, even if it was only temporary.
*I'll move on baby just like youu. when the desert floods and the grass turns blue."-
someday when i stop loving you, carrie underwood.
"Grab your gear, we got a potential terrorist strike at Quantico. Ziva, stay here. the director says you needed to see him. You'll come with him later. DiNozzo, stop looking in the damn mirror and gas the truck!" Gibbs barked. That was all ziva needed. Two minutes later she was frantically typing in her cell phone. "Damon? How've you been?" she asked. They shared small talk, and then it was time to go in for the kill. "What are you doing tonight?" she inquired.
-------------Poor Miss Alabama!
(: i know it's kinda terrible, but still comment anyway! you know it'd make your dayy!
----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 love her, when she smiles*-three doors down, story of a girl
Ziva sat alone, the single lamp making febel attempts to illuminate the words to describe how she was feeling. Words couldn't even describe, which was probably half the issue. She was trying to write a note to tony. She needed to tell him how she felt, that was not the question. She thought back to that day, in the warehouse. ---"Come on, Ziva."--- Those emerald eyes. She needed those jewles more than a child needs their blanket.
*i would be the best damn poet, sell the words out of my mouth, my words might not be magic, but they cut straight to the truth. so if you need a lover and a friend, baby i'm in*--Keith Urban, I'm In
She was blocked. She had already run 6 miles that day. That didn't even help. She had decided to come to the place that had become her home. NCIS headquarters. It was 4:00 in the morning, but she doubted the security guards would care. Even if they did, she could snap them like a twig. They only carried one weapon, for god's sake! That letter was the top priority, anyway. She decided to start at the beginning. The way he had made her feel at the hotel that first night, the many heated moments, the jealousy she felt toward jeanne, elevator conversations that were never what they seemed, going undercover with him and treasuring every millisecond she was with him, and the fleeting comfort with michael, which turned out to be the vital misstep that caused her to be in this position in the first place. She silently scoulded herself. It wasn't as if this wasn't important, but she wasn't exactly in high school anymore, either. She couldn't find a different route to class or sit somewhere else at lunch to avoid him. She had to craft this confession as if it was the freakin' Sonnet #18.
-----------2 hours laterrrr----------------------
It took 7 languages, 9 cups of coffee, and 5 fights with the vending machine, but she managed to stay up and finish. "welp, guess it's time to seal my fate," she mumbled to herself. She even premitted herself a little laugh. American idioms could be annoying, but they made talking wayy more interesting! Now came the tricky part. Sitting here, waiting, and wondering whether it was a wise decision to pour out her soul to a man who once admitted to having Ozzie Osbourne as his hero. Oh, well. IT wasn't as if it were a lie, at any rate.
*But in a box beneath my bed, is a letter that you never read*-Taylor Swift, tim mggraw.
Suddenly, she heard the faint footsteps of destiny getting into the elevator. With a queasy stomach (blame it on the coffee, if you want) she watched his perfect face appear. He was on his phone. "Okay, gorgeous! see you tonight!" he snapped his phone shut with a self-satisfied smirk. Her jaw opened up so wide it almost set off her stapler. "Guess who has a date for tonight with Miss Washington DC, Zeevah?" "I'm guessing you, Tony," she replied, with as little gusto as possible when she was takling to the most perfect man since James Bond. Luckily, he opted to torture her from close range today, so he hadn't made it to her desk yet. "Tony, i'm a little thirsty, could you get me a water from the vending machine? i'll put away your gear while you're gone," she tried. Best not to get him curious if he comes back and she's still there. "Okay?" He seeemed puzzled, but didn't argue. So he did, and she wandered over to his station. She got the letter, and tried to hide the pain searing the scowl on her face. Phase 1, complete. "So he thinks he has a girlfriend that's better than me, hmm?" she thought. She formulated phase two, and started to humm. "Z, what's wrong with you?" he inquired as he handed her her Dasani. "Nothing, tony. what made you think that?" she asked. "Well, you're humming, and happy. Those two on a usually stony person don't mix well without fear, especially when you're a former assassin." he clarified. "Well, maybe you're not the only one wiht a date tonight, Tony." She replied. That set him off. "Well, as senior field agent, I need to know about my team. Who's the guy?" he quipped. Gibbs and McGee came in to save her, even if it was only temporary.
*I'll move on baby just like youu. when the desert floods and the grass turns blue."-
someday when i stop loving you, carrie underwood.
"Grab your gear, we got a potential terrorist strike at Quantico. Ziva, stay here. the director says you needed to see him. You'll come with him later. DiNozzo, stop looking in the damn mirror and gas the truck!" Gibbs barked. That was all ziva needed. Two minutes later she was frantically typing in her cell phone. "Damon? How've you been?" she asked. They shared small talk, and then it was time to go in for the kill. "What are you doing tonight?" she inquired.
-------------Poor Miss Alabama!
(: i know it's kinda terrible, but still comment anyway! you know it'd make your dayy!
