Hi. Umm…I know I should be working on my other story, but this popped into my head for a drabble. It's Tiva all the way
The first time Anthony Dinozzio saw Ziva David, the word that popped to mind was Goddess. The name stuck. He just couldn't figure out the last word.
Ziva laughing at his antics as he tossed the crumpled ball of paper into the trash can just as Gibbs walked in. Goddess of laughter. He thought. That was the only way her laugh could be that beautiful.
Ziva in a club undercover as a call girl, dancing in a way that drew all toward her. Tony changed his opinion of her. Goddess of Desire, he thought, as she beckoned for the suspect, who walked straight into the trap without a second thought.
Ziva blowing bubbles for a little girl who's Dad had gone missing. Her innocent laughter mingled with the little girls. Goddess of Childhood innocence.
Ziva standing in front of him, telling him she loved him. Goddess of…No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a word. Ziva was his. He was hers. He smiled into her hair. My Goddess. Goddess of me.
So… Whaddya think? You like? Reviews are nice, they are what keep me writing!