Title: brand new eyes
Author: dizzy - in - the - izzy.
Rating: T for now. I'm not sure about future chapters.
Summary: 11 oneshots/drabbles based off tracks off Paramore's new album, brand new eyes.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or Paramore. Gosh, two awesome things all rolled into one.
A/N: So, this is a new oneshot collection. I'm in love with oneshot collections, because they are a lot more fun than actual stories. UGH, and my screen turns blue again. Sorry, but my screen keeps turning blue. I'm really annoyed. Anywho, I love Paramore. I'm a huge fan of their lead singer, Hayley Williams. She has great vocals, and I wish I could do what she does. :) Girl crush haha. Anyway, I hope you like this.

"You can't be too careful anymore
when all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
you've got to reach a little more."
- Careful by Paramore

Tony stood outside Ziva's door, praying for some kind of miracle. Any kind, he wasn't going to judge. He ran his hand over his face, taking a deep breath before speaking. He had his speech all planned out.

"Ziva, I'm sorry. No, not a sign of weakness. This is strength. You and I know we are both wrong. Admitting it is.. ha well. You know what I mean. I really want you to open this door. I need you to open this door. I don't want to have your neighbor walk out here to see a distraught NCIS agent holding a Philly cheese steak and a thermos of tea. I don't care what you say and tell me to try to scare me with. I'm not leaving. You can't make me."

DiNozzo looked at the door, and then down the hall. No one was looking. Turning, he placed his ear against the door. He could hear Ziva's slight breathing. He knew she was listening, and she knew she was thinking. He wanted her to open the door. Nevertheless, if her could just get her to talk, he'd be happy.

"I know." Ziva whispered through the door, and Tony sighed a sigh of relief. Putting his hand on the doorknob, he waited. After a minute, he heard the lock click. Waiting for her footfalls to get quieter, he opened the door slowly. The apartment was dark, and the sight of tissues littering the floor made Tony apprehensive. He looked around for Ziva, and he found her in the kitchen next to the sink. Moving slowly, he made his way over to her.

She was sitting on the counter, her knees to her chest. Her eyes were red, and he wished he didn't have to see her like this. It wasn't fair. This was supposed to be a happy moment, or at least he thought so. So far, this wasn't going anything like it was portrayed to be.

"I am sorry. I should not have overreacted." Ziva said, criticizing herself. Tony saw this, and put a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened a little, her tears falling a little faster. They both mentally cursed themselves, but for completely different reasons.

"No, don't blame yourself."

"But I am. I am the reason we are standing here. I started all of this." She exploded, and the second the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She put her hands over her mouth and prayed she didn't damage the whole situation more. By the look on Tony's face though, she wasn't sure. It was a mix between understanding and confusion. One of the oddest mixes she had ever seen.

Instead of dwelling on what she said, he put the cheese steak on the table, and pulled out the tea. Ziva watched as he carefully placed it on the table and sat down, looking straight ahead. At times like these, she didn't know where he found the patience. She would be so angry with herself; she wouldn't have the patience to deal with herself.

Carefully sliding off the counter, she moved carefully over to the table. She sat down across from him, giving him some space, and cautiously grabbed the sandwich. She noticed his eyes were closed and tilted her head, unwrapping the sandwich slowly. She was about to bite into it when he opened one eye too look at her.

"You eat the forgiveness sandwich, you have to give forgiveness."

Ziva glared at Tony for a second, before putting the sandwich down. Talking with her mouth full wasn't on her list of things to do today. She took a breath, collecting her thoughts.

"I don't take it back."

"I know. You have already said that." Ziva responded, keeping her eyes down. She was sure that Tony was glaring at her. She didn't want to feel more uncomfortable than she already was. She nervously picked at her sandwich, feeling odd. She was never this nervous, especially in Tony's presence.

"I don't care." Tony said quietly, but she could tell he was making sure she knew.

"I do. I do not want you to…" She trailed off, her throat constricting. He knew what she meant anyway. She heard him take in a deep breath, and the room got a little colder. A couple tears fell onto her hands. She shut her eyes, listening to Tony breath. His hand covered hers, and she found the courage to look up.

"Do you think that after everything that's happened, and after how many times I've come close to losing you, I'm going to let you go now? You know me better than that Ziva."

Ziva nodded, but only slightly. She was so mesmerized by the intensity of his green eyes that she didn't know what to do. Finally, she got herself to swallow and one coherent thought passed through her mind.

"No."

Tony smiled, cautiously, at her. She smiled back, moving her other hand over his. She ran her fingers down the skin. She bent down and kissed the back of his hand, resting her cheek against it.

"I take back what I said earlier." She whispered, brushing her finger over the small amount of skin she could see in front of her.

"I do not want you to take back what you said. I know that you love me. And I am glad you said it."

Tony smiled at her, using his free hand to push her hair off her face. She smiled at him, watching as he picked up her tea. He offered it to her, and she lifted her head off his hand. Letting go of his hand and scooting forward, she opened the thermos.

"I'll be careful." Tony joked, and Ziva smiled.

"You better. Because, if you ever say 'I love you' at work again, I will kill you with a paperclip, stapler, and my driving." Tony smiled at her words, listening as she spoke again.

"And I can only imagine what Gibbs will do to you."

I hope you understood what was going on here. It's become relivant in the show, and Ziva has said it herself, but everyone she gets close to dies or leaves. So, I decided that it fit. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, because really... I'm living on lemon juice and fake smiles. I hate school.

Next Song: Ignorance.