Tiva Fan Fiction Article: Our Dirty Dancing-Chapter 1

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posted by BarbaraCocaCola

Ziva POV

I see him, he is rigth there, in front of me, sitting on his chair, with his feet on his table, probably reading 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 cross mine, or about how he makes me sing mentally, but more than that he will never know how much I love 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 won't, I can't, I will tie myself to this chair if that will be necessary. I'm trying so hard to stay in my desk, that my mouth releases a word:
-DAMN!-I shout.
-Ziva, are you ok? -McGee says.
I run to the bathroom, my only hope right now it's that Tony doesn't follow me.

Tony's POV
I open the lady's room door. But I will not come in immediately, I will stay right here looking at her for a few seconds.
The tap is open. Her wet hands are refreshing her face.
She's beautiful, I hope that she knows that. I should tell her that someday, well, actually I should tell her that I love her, too, but I didn't find out how to say that to her.
Finnaly I come in.
-Hi. -I say.
-Hi... -She says, she seems so tense.
-So, what's wrong?
-Nothing. Everything's ok.
-You don't look ok.
-But I am. -She turns around preparing to leave the room.
Like an impulse I turn her around. My hands are on her shoulders and she's so close to me right noe, I feel her fragrance in the air. I don't think we will resist this time. Her perfect lips are almost touching mine... and there... there... Mcgee comes in!
-McGoogle! -I say embarassed.

Ziva's POV
OH DAMN DAMN DAMN! We almost... and McGee cames in.... What a shame.
-Sorry... I... I... didn't want to... Were you two...?
-McGee, this is not what it seems... -I say, I'm blushing, I am. I can feel it. I'm nervous. I really am.
-Sorry, I really didn't want to interrupt...
-You didn't interrupt nothing, McGee. -Tony seems very unsettled.
-Look, Gibbs wants to see you two.
I leave the room.

Tony POV
McGee is looking at me.
-WHAT? -I ask.
-Were you and Ziva...
-Shut up McGoogle.
I leave the room too. McGee is with a a smile of derision.

obsessedbyncis, Char30 and 4 others like this

ziva_rocks Great start to your fic, can't wait to read the rest!

BarbaraCocaCola Thank you Joyce =)

obsessedbyncis aww LOVE IT. x3

Kabi great :)

BarbaraCocaCola Thank you Bianka =)

soccergal39 oh mcgoogle! when will he EVER learnn ;P

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[Coming Home, My Love] - Chapter 3: Tonight

posted by ahmoniqued

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!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: Tonight by Enrique Iglesias featuring Ludacris.
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[Coming Home, My Love] - Chapter 2: In My Veins

posted by ahmoniqued

A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed,you all rock! Y'all definitely brought a smile to my face, the more feedback – the fast I update. Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes, just eager to get this oven 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 by Andrew Belle.

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[Coming Home, My Love] - Chapter 1: Innocent.

posted by ahmoniqued

A/N: This is how I expect the November Two-Parter to go in my mind, without any reference to any of the current spoilers. This is my first Tiva/NCIS fiction and my first time to write in third person, so, be kind to me – I’m new to this. I love feedback and how to improve my writing, especially since writing this was kind of my preparation for my English exam. This may not be exciting but I promise to make it as better as the story goes further – it is a four/fiveshot.

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It was a cold Friday night where the moon hung in the sky which illuminated the city, accompanied by the stars and...

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From Hebrew to Italian to Love *FOR THE TFFF*

posted by mossheart1235

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,...

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Chapter 8 - A Million Little Pieces

posted by NCIS_Addict_87

Another sleepless night, another note, another day 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 by 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 next 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...

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*TFFF ENTRY!!!!!!*-"Contents, priceless"

posted by soccergal39

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 writing 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 MORE 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 source of the...

Tiva Fan Fiction Fest, My Entry! Round 3 [I'm observing you, Tony]- "Bitter and Blue" by Tegan

posted by freshfunkpride

Bitter and Blue- 1462 words

Tony had been acting 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 desk 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...

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happiness for some, pain for all.

posted by soccergal39

----"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....

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I Believe

posted by mossheart1235

She can't sleep. She tosses and turns, flips, and falls off the bed sometimes, but she doesn't sleep. All she can see, all she will ever see, is the tears that cloud 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...

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Anyone But Her

posted by mossheart1235

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...

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December 24th with Tiva

posted by obsessedbyncis

Invitation

December 24th, NCIS, 6.30pm

Tony was sitting at his desk, finishing his paperwork, counting minutes 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, writing 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....

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Our Dirty Dancing-Chapter 2

posted by BarbaraCocaCola

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 month 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...