It was nice outside today. It hasn't been like that since September. So, if I can welcome back the sun, so can Tony and Ziva. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are welcomed.
Disclaimer: As my previous writing endeavors state, I do not own NCIS.
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Radiation
They are accustomed to drastic weather changes. Crime scenes have been known to turn into messy, muddy puddles by an unprecedented downpour. But when the morning air carries less of a chill and the sun shines like it hasn't in months, they are stunned.
One tends to forget the light amongst the darkness that is winter.
She cannot help the smile on her face. She is fond of America's bizarre climate, but the sun reminds her of home.
He does not notice the change at first. He is busy mourning the cold side of his bed and how it was much warmer last night. It is not until he sees said warmth beaming at her desk that the temperature increase reaches him.
The lack of a beautiful Israeli in his bed does not water his grin which outshines hers. For not only did he have a successful night, he also gets the benefit of the natural warmth that makes his bitterness fade away as some of the massive amount of snow they acquired melts. And, of course, the knowledge that the grin on Ziva's lips was something akin to feral the night before as they teased their way into his bed.
The return of the center of the universe to the sky, however, cannot stop crime and three hours later, Tony is chasing a suspect through a busy shopping center and his patience and the stamina of his knees are fading fast.
They finally get him and the tease of spring isn't at all comforting to the man who cannot catch his breath in time to stop the paranoia to set in. You never forget what it feels like to fear death by a disease that has a history of death longer than yours.
He collapses into his chair and he knows that he might as well start his report. The ache in his lungs is only surpassed the the shrieks of pain in his knees. He cannot remember regretting playing college sports more than he does at this moment.
Hours later, the report has been finished and sent to Gibbs for review. The Probie has left, citing a date that he met whilst promoting his book. It is a crafty use of rule number seven. It does not, however, measure up to DiNozzo standards and they pretend that they do not know that his only date is his typewriter.
Gibbs leaves next. He vocalizes no plans, but he does not need to.
The legend known as their boss is a creature of habit and Tony wonders what the name of this boat will be.
He pulls out a blanket and full basket and holds up both towards his remaining companion. The spark in her eyes is worth the head slap he got for being back from lunch late. The ground is still wet and soggy, so they spread out on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial instead. They drink a little too much and it begins to feel a lot like a chick flick.
Until, of course, they get back to his place. They have barely shut the door when the warmth of the outdoors is traded for the scorching heat of his hands on her hips and her lips on his neck. They end up in the same situation as they had the previous night and dozens of nights before that.
They, too, are creatures of habit.
When he wakes the next morning, his bed is warm. This is enough to assure him that regardless of temperature, the world is rejoicing. She has not spent the night since they started this whole arrangement.
It is blessedly sunny when they finally make it out of the bedroom.
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So, how did I do? I haven't been inspired by anything this school year, so my writing may be a tad rusty. Review.