DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NCIS OR ITS CHARACTERS! IF I DID...I'D HAVE A LOT MORE CONVERSE!
AN: My first fanfiction EVER! So please be nice. Story based off NCIS 10x10 'You Better Watch Out' promo pics. R&R :D
The night before Christmas and Tony is lying in bed, on his back staring at the ceiling, contemplating the events that would unravel tomorrow. All week he has been stressing over what to get Ziva for Christmas, and yes he knows she doesn't celebrate Christmas, and yes he knows that they have a 'no gifting rule', it isn't one of Gibbs' official rules, just one between the two of them, but this year it's different. This year they have been through so much, first the bombing, losing some good friends, he opened up to her about his mother, and she had opened up to him about her sister. "I'm talking about the new us here Ziva. The post elevator us. " his words ranging in his ears over and over again. She never objected to it. To be honest she said she had appreciated it. But could he really say that there was an 'us', a 'them'? He inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, turning on his side trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes trying to catch sleep, but sleep just seemed to be the last thing on his mind, so instead he got up and did one of his all-time favorite things.
He walked into his living, Christmas tree lit, illuminating the room slightly. He went over to his movie and pulled the first movie he saw. Coincidentally it was It's A Wonderful Life. He plays the movie and watches it, he wasn't really paying attention to it; he's seen it a hundred times before. In the middle of the movie his mind somehow drifts back to Ziva and the gift. Will she like it? he thinks to himself. Is it worth the chance? Then a bunch of scenarios just run through his mind, none of which he is keen of. He has never been nervous about giving anyone a gift. Why is he feeling this way?
'But this isn't just anyone. This is Ziva' he thinks to himself.
Ziva. He has watched her mold from a crazy Mossad ninja assassin chick, with all her walls up, to woman she is today. A woman. A woman that would let him into her life, a woman that he went overseas to revenge her death, the woman he couldn't live without. She's comfortable around him, she may not say it, but she is. And that's what makes him happy, knowing that his ninja has finally found something comfortable. He smiles as he thinks as Ziva as 'his' ninja. That's all that he needs to give him the confidence he needs. Even if she didn't like the gift, even if post elevator them was a phase and nothing more, Ziva will always be his ninja.
"Besides who could resist the DiNozzo charm?" he asks himself. It brings a smile to his face. "No one."
By the time the movie ends, Tony is finally catching up with sleep. He turns of the TV and DVD player and heads down the hall to his room. Pulling back the covers, he climbed in bed. Just before he closes his, he glances over at his alarm clock on his bedside table: 12:05 AM 12/25/2012.
"Merry Christmas Ziva." He yawns out, closing his eyes.
"Merry Christmas Tony." Ziva groggily answers back, turning over and snuggling into his side, one hand resting onto his chest. 'Yeah there defiantly is an 'us'.' Was the last thing he thought before he finally caught up with sleep and drifted off.