A/N: Sooo, some of you may be familiar with this series. It is a collection of UNRELATED one-shots. After I deleted the collection the first time, I was originally going to post them individually. But I chose to just upload the collection again. I have gone back through each one and tried to fix all the grammatical errors from the first time it was published. And just as a reminder. These are NOT song fics. The lyrics/quotes at the beginning are simply inspiration that I like to share with my readers. Music is important to my life so I incorperate it into my writing.
This first one is based on "I'd Come for You" by Nickelback from Tony's POV, and the next chapter will be Ziva's POV. Also, this one is set during Truth Consequence, before the team gets back to NCIS.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own NCIS, or Michael Weatherly, no matter how much I wish I did. I do not own the lyrics by Nickelback. And for those of you who have read my collection the last time, this is NOT plagiarism. I am simply re-publishing this edited version!
No matter what gets in my way,
As long as there's still life in me,
No matter what remember you know I'd always come for you
Yes I'd come for you,
No one but you.
-"I'd Come for You" by Nickelback
No One but You
He'd like to think he would have done the same for McGee. Sure, the young probie was fun to tease and usually took the brunt of his harassment, but Timothy McGee took everything Tony threw at him like any younger brother would. And truth be told, McGee was the closest thing Tony had to a younger brother, or any brother at all. He was a constant friend, a partner-in-crime, and his own personal computer geek. Tony considered what he shared with McGee to be a bromance that could compete with the best of Tony's Hollywood movies. And in any given moment, Tony wouldn't trade that for the world. So yeah, he would like to think he would have done the same for McGee.
He'd like to think that he would have done the same for Abby. She was, after all, like McGee, the closest thing he had to a little sister. She counted the days he'd been on that testosterone-filled thing they called the Seahawk. She was the one who almost broke his ribs when Gibbs eventually brought him back home as promised, and within the two week span Abby had allotted him. Throughout the years, Tony had interrogated many boyfriends, much to Abby's dislike, and sat down in the Labby for hours at a time listening to her ramble on about bowling with the nuns or the latest stupid thing McGee had done. Tony knew deep down he would always stick up for her, but he knew he would never have to. After Ari made her target practice and her run-in with, or rather abduction by the FBI, Tony swore Gibbs would never let Abs out into the field again. So even though he'd like to think that he would have done the same from Abby, he knew he never would, because he'd never have to.
He'd like to think he would have done the same for the man he considered to be his father. The word and definition had never been spoken, but they were there. Fresh from the Baltimore P.D., Leroy Jethro Gibbs had taken Tony under his wing and taught him how to be a good NCIS agent; maybe not a political savvy, or rule abiding agent but a good one. More than that, Gibbs had taught him to be a good man. Tony learned more in his years at NCIS than he had in the eighteen years in his father's house; and that was amidst being shuffled in and out of boarding schools. So in the true sense of the word, Gibbs was the only real father figure that Tony DiNozzo ever had. And what person wouldn't save a man that he had so much respect for. Well, one who knew he'd probably receive the most epic of all Gibb slaps for being stupid and putting him and the team in danger. So yeah, he'd like to think he would have done the same for Gibbs, had he known he wouldn't have a migraine afterwards.
Breaking himself from his thoughts, Tony DiNozzo let his eyes travel from where his hands were settled in his lap to the person seated across from him aboard the Navy-issue plane. Someone else may have said she looked like a completely different person. Her usually glossy, well-kept brown locks were tangled in disarray and grayed by the desert sand. Her once golden, flawless skin was dulled by the same abrasive sand and tainted by scattered bruises. The deep, brown eyes that usually danced with mischievous ideas amidst the banter the two agents shared were hollow and withdrawn, a sure result of the brutality endured over four months of captivity.
Tony, however, saw through all the scars that this event had left visible on her, and he would continue to see through the scars that still had yet to surface; the ones that would surely come with time. To him she was still his partner, his female partner-in-crime, his equal in every way imaginable. She was still the only one he would fight for until the end, no matter how silly or serious the situation they found themselves in. She was still the only on he'd lie for. He'd lie to the Director, to assassins who were trying to kill them while Tony and she were undercover, to her father, and he would lie to Gibbs. In fact he had, on a few occasions, just to have her six. She was still the one person Tony would travel halfway across the world for, even if the chances of her being alive were slim to none.
She was still Ziva David. The same person he'd cross every line for, and had. She was still the same and only person that Tony DiNozzo would lay down his life and his badge for, without hesitation.