A/N: I thought I would do a little something new. I have it all typed up, but you have to review to get the chapters put up. Keep that in mind!!! :) You know how we all love reviews. So, I guess you could call this some small drabbles. I thought it would be so cute. I done something like this on my other profile, but it was called 'Glamour Magazine.' I liked it, but I am not everybody else. Haha!! :) Anyway, I would like for you to read this and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Although, I own the fanfic.
Sing.
Ziva will sing, she sings all the time. She sings in the shower and she sings while she is cooking. The time she loves to sing the most, though, would be when she is around Tony.
He always seems to make her want to sing. To sing about love and dreams, hopes and fears, kids and marriage. She couldn't go a time without singing for him.
She always tended to look around before she sang out to him, to make sure there was nobody else around. Even though she was a great singer, she wouldn't want anyone but him to hear the things she sang because she sang beautiful words to him.
Tony seemed to always want to smile at her when she sang and to hold her close. He wanted to pull her in for a kiss she would never forget and a night that would be remembered until the day they died.
Her singing always made both of them feel better, to make both of their days. And she would move along with the lyrics, and he would love that too.
She tried to make his day better, in any way she could. And that one thing she knew she had the power to do. All she had to do, was sing her beautiful words into his ears, and she knew she had him.
If only she knew what her words made me feel like. He would think it everytime she sang to him. It would make Tony forget about what happend that day, and make him focus on what was right in front of him. Ziva.
That singing could get her everywhere, into the hearts of others, but she didn't want that. The only heart she wanted into was Tony's, and she told him that would never change. That her heart was his, that her singing was his, and that she was his.
Her singing keep him up, keep him wondering through the day. Her singing keep his heart aching for more throughout the day.
And at night, when he would have nightmares of her being back in Africa, he knew he could always wake Ziva up. She would sit up and they would hold each other, crying, while she sang him back to sleep, and she would stay up the rest of the night, regreating going back home.
A/N: So, what did you think? I will post the new chapter when you all give me a new review!!! :) Please. I barely ever beg, but I am doing it now. Thank-You.
Next chapter: Believing.