AN: Baaaaaaaack with a new story, just to tide me over the one week wait for Jetlag.
It's a peek into Tony's head, and his thoughts about a certain Crazy Ninja Chick, Ex-Mossad Officer turned NCIS Probationary Agent. Of course, Tony would start with a movie quote. Not that the movie quote would be relevant to everything that he would say in this but...
Disclaimers: I do not wish to own NCIS and Jerry Maguire.
"You had me at 'Hello'- Jerry Maguire.
It wasn't exactly a 'Hello'. In fact, it was far different from a 'Hello'. It was actually "Having Phone sex?" But that's why I couldn't forget it. That's why it's one of the most remarkable things that ever happened to me. It wasn't a normal occurrence that a seemingly innocent girl would have the audacity to blatantly flirt to me like that. Usually, I'm the one who comes up with the innuendos. That moment when I was in the middle of undressing Kate's ghost with my mind, however, caught me off guard and made me see things in a different light.
I didn't know her. She just walked into the room with that tomboyish flair. And the bandana holding her hair back from her face, yes it made her look innocent—free of corruption from all the world's dirty deeds and secrets.
Little did I know that innocent—she's the complete opposite of it.
She's been broken than he had thought. By saying that, it meant that she's been taught to kill, torture, fight, shoot, kick, punch, and seduce at an age only God knows what. She's been exposed to violence, lies, deception as a little girl. I thought once that little girls were supposed to play with Barbies dolls and play house and dress-up or whatever little girly-girls do.
The thing is, she wasn't a little girl. She never had a chance to be one. Well, physically, of course, yes. Emotionally and psychologically, no.
While all the seven-year old girls in the neighborhood played with dolls and cooed about their crushes, Little Ziva David was out in the fields. Out in the fields shooting and stabbing stuff, as her training. When I grow up, I am going to make my father proud. It was like a mantra to her.
If she isn't doing those hardcore stuff though, instead of hanging out with girls, she'd be out with the boys. But the boys were a little scared of her, because, with "one punch, and it's all over."
Ziva's not the kinda girl who would cry when a boy shoves her down the pavement. She fights back. Kicks that poor little guy in the groin. Makes him go home to his mom crying.
She's always the one who emerges victorious.
Even if she's with me. Seems like I can't beat her in anything. And I know it's unlike me to get defeated at something—after all, I'm DiNozzo. But yeah, you get what I mean.
It feels like she's got something up her sleeve all the time. She's always got a new game to play. Sometimes I feel I'm almost winning, but before I know it, I'm down on my knees, and she's already at the finish line.
I'll never admit that I love the way she plays. She always keeps me guessing like hell— sometimes I don't know if she's worse than cracking a case.
Even then, I'll keep playing and guessing. As long as she's up for it.
And if she's not anymore...?—'I'm tired of pretending.', 'So am I.'— I still am not sure if she meant it the way I thought.
Darn.
Imma need a pep talk for that. God, I am such a coward.
And I might have her at goodbye if I don't get myself together soon. I almost had her at goodbye before. And that's not gonna happen again. I won't let it happen again.
REVIEW! I might make one from Ziva's POV, if I'm in the mood. :)