How could anyone expect me NOT to write about last night's NCIS episode Cloak??
It was awesome. Really, really amazing. Even without all the TIVA moments it'd still be amazing. I'm so overexcited right now xD
So I think that if you are actually reading this, you have either already seen the episode or you don't care for spoilers, so I'm just gonna talk.
When they had to hide from the guard, she was so ready to kiss him! It was like she was trying to figure it out, she was looking at his lips and all... I wish the guard would've stayed in front of that door longer xD
And then the already famous elevator scene... Wow! After I wrote this little piece I realized that Tony probably wasn't talking about them but about being a puppet, but Ziva definitely wasn't. I can't wait for the next episode!
Oh, for the people who read my other stories too - I am working on the sequel to Touch, I'm just not going very fast. I have a bunch of tests, a tv show (Bones, which is a great show), a report and a Dutch version of Christmas coming up, for which I have to buy presents, which I haven't done yet. All in all, I'm pretty stressed at the moment. But I almost finished the first chapter, I just want to write a bit more before I publish it. Enough said, enjoy and please review! I'm really looking forward to talking with someone about this episode... Nobody I know here has already seen it . (stupid people - being in a different country doesn't mean you can't see it!)
Ziva closed her eyes to prevent herself from following Tony and do what she'd been longing to do all day. To stop the wetness in her eyes she could feel.
Not the time, she reminded herself. Not the place, either.
They were in the middle of an operation involving a security breach. Her job was in danger, all of their jobs were in danger. The mole had definitely gotten them out of their usual rhythm.
She forced herself not to mention any names yet, but she was almost certain it was Lee. She had never trusted her. Lee was too slick, somehow just a bit too good. And the way she had been with Tony…
That is not a reason, she reminded herself. That is just plain jealousy.
She knew it was. She had known so for a long time, just refused to acknowledge it. But now it seemed useless to deny the inevitable any longer.
His eyes when she had admitted she had thought that it was him who had been shot had been telling her something. She was sure her own eyes had told something, too. She had let herself go; she had basically admitted her feelings right there in front of him.
Not that she felt sorry. She just wished it had been a different time. A different place, not the elevator of the NCIS building, while Tony was raging about hidden agendas. She knew what he felt like; she had often felt powerless against the high ups at Mossad, who kept her in the dark about pretty much everything. She was tired of having to figure out everything by herself: the possibility of making mistakes was just too big.
He had said he was tired of pretending… Did it mean what she thought it meant? Her heart jumped involuntarily at the thought.
She was tired too. Tired of being the hard ass Ziva David, not afraid of anyone or anything. She was afraid of things. Admitting that to someone was just another thing she was afraid of.
But maybe things would change. The scene just a moment ago had proved that to her, things were possible. Change was possible. Everything was possible. She would just have to wait until this mess was over.