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Hanging By A Moment
She stared at the phone, wondering if she should call him. But what if I ring and he rings at the same time and we miss each other? She slapped a cold, harsh palm against her forehead. I'm not this girl, I'm Ziva David, she told herself, shaking her head.
She had changed so much since she met Tony. She'd become the jealous, reading-into-everything-he-says type of girl. She detested what she had become. She defended herself against murderers, rapists, you name it. So how could one man make her more scared than she had even been, yet still make her heart skip a beat, every time he came into the room?
She'd decided that she'd had enough. Her hands were shaking with such force as she grabbed her cell that she almost dropped it. She controlled herself enough to dial Tonys number. She listened to the ring while she waited for him to answer. What am I doing? Before she could finish her thought, Tony picked up.
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything to do with NCIS. That is the genius who is Don Bellisario.
Blame It On My Youth
Tony paced the floor around McGee's desk, so much that the carpet was wearing away. His hand were in his pockets and worry was spread across his face. He stopped and slid his fingers through his short, brown hair. McGee look up at him and sighed.
"Tony, will you stop worrying?! Everything is going to be fine." he assured him, as he stopped working at his computer momentarily.
"Listen, McPsychic, you don't know that for sure. This has got to be perfect."
McGee looked at him, surprised. He had never seen Tony this nervous before. The NCIS Christmas Ball was two weeks away and McGee, Gibbs and Abby knew why he wanted everything to be just right.
"Look, if Gibbs tells you it's going to be alright, will you believe him?"
Tony thought about it for a moment, his concentration face on. "Maybe, he'll probably slap me for worrying too much."
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I sort of wrote this last night in about 5 minutes, so don't expect it to be mind-blowing. It's far from it lol. It hasn't really got a storyline, just a random scribble, that I couldn't get out of my head :)
Enjoy! Comments and ratings are <3
Stuck in Stationary
You break my spirit,
We build and we break,
Sick of the games,
It's time to explain.
We come this close
to what I think could be
something real.
You run and I hide,
We're falling behind,
It's time to catch up,
to where we're meant to be.
Stuck in stationary,
Both pushing forward,
But we're still the same,
Time to try harder.
You say life was meaningless,
My mind's blown, I'm speechless,
Things are looking up,
I don't wanna leave this to just dumb luck.
Time to make a move,
For things to improve,
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