Red (AbbyxGibbs)

Hair has become my obsession. Or rather my second obsession, as my first will always be the provision of forensic results for Gibbs, with maximum speed, accuracy and Caff-Pow.

Back to hair.

I can't help but tie it in various pigtails, braids, buns, on top of my head, at the nape, on the sides, occasionally donning a blonde wig to play Marilyn Monroe. But despite all of this, I doubt that I will ever let my natural colour grow from under the black.

The consequences of being a natural red-head may be too much for mine and Gibbs' 'casual' relationship.

Indebted (Ziva)

All my life I have been surrounded by responsibilities.

Towards my father and the Mossad for raising me: executing operations and killing my own brother. Towards Director Sheppard for employing me: working in NCIS and being a liaison officer. Towards Gibbs for trusting me: obeying his orders, solving crimes. Towards Tim for being genuinely nice, Tony for forgiving me, Abby for accepting me, Ducky and Palmer for the support they showed me.

As I sit in the chair, tied down, my eyes barely seeing, my body broken, I think about responsibility: to return to them all safely, without betraying them.

Passion (DuckyxZiva)

Ziva is like a daughter to me. Such a strong woman, but interestingly insecure with expressing her emotions. I pride myself on being one of the few, if not the only one, who had gotten to understand her personality. A most curious study of human nature, reminds me of a man I once met in ... but I digress.

The thing is, she's become an integral part of our team, substituting Kate. Someone we all could trust. We miss her and need her back. Because, even now, I can see the team falling apart without her subdued passion for life.

Betrayal (GibbsxZiva)

There always seems to be somebody missing from my team. First Kate, then Jenny, now Ziva. She managed to become one of us, get under our skin, work as a part of a greater whole. One mind, one team, one set of rules, one goal. But she could have betrayed us, killed Ari to infiltrate NCIS. The thought is staggering.

But I can't trust Leon. Despite appearances, she is no longer a killer. She values human life to high. She would never betray us, her team: not even if her life hung in the balance. We are a family now.

Lion (McGee, Gibbs)

He's so fierce, standing there, gun at the ready. He would never shoot a terrorist or a perp, not without a good reason.

And this terrorist just gave him one: they were going to hurt his family. For a man who had already lost so much, he could not afford to lose anyone else. A wounded lion, ready to protect his pride. A father, ready to commit a crime in order to save his family. A lonely man, trying to protect the only family he has left. Even if it means he needed to become a murderer to do so.

BMW (McGee)

I sometimes wonder why I still come to work every morning. I have everything: money, the latest BMW, a job that earns me respect.

I am Thom E. Gemcity, successful writer.

But I still catch the lift to the bull-pen, get head slapped by Gibbs and get my fingers stuck to the keyboard with superglue by Tony. I hack into government computers with Abby and save the world.

I do good things.

I'm Probie Wan Kenobi, Timmy.

I am Special Agent Timothy McGee of NCIS, and no money can make me want to leave this best job in the world.

Fiction (Tony)

Life can be a pain. And so can the people around you. It doesn't seem to matter to them that I work day and night just to keep the team from falling apart.

They still greet me every morning with: Not bad, but you aren't Gibbs.

I break my heart for the welfare of this country. I lie to her and ruin my chance at happiness, and all I get in return is: How could you lie to us, Tony?

It seems impossible for a person to experience this much pain. Maybe I am living in a world of fiction.

Sun (Tony, Abby)

I sometimes wonder why she's a Goth: she's too cheerful and always on caffeine high.

I wonder what she's hiding.

I know she had her share of stalking ex.

But nothing too bad. After all, she's bright, loving, and smart. So Perfect.

So I wonder why all the black dye and the heavy makeup.

She is too dear to me, a little sister, and I almost refuse to accept that she can ever be upset or hurt. I would kill anyone mistreating her.

I almost refuse to accept it, because I know that even the sun has spots on it.

Tango (ZivaxTony)

I know that, in some strange way, he loves me. He did come to save my life in the desert that day. Not my father. Him.

He knows that I love him. It was after all his face I saw every day, while tied to that chair. I did just kiss him.

So, if I know we both know, why do we still skirt the issue? Even though I know that that one moment expressed all we feel, but cannot say.

Is it the fault of our own or of people around us that we keep doing this endless, tango?

Happiness

She always did have a strange way of expressing her emotions. After all, how many people could go from scolding a person to the point where they were both crying, to setting off what Tony would have called a 'something gun salute' with fanfare and unfurling congratulatory banners?

But there was no doubt that Abby Scuito was happy to have Ziva back, even if she did commit a few major crimes in relation to Tony's heart. The bone-breaking hug she hadn't yet stopped giving to the Mossad officer was clear proof of that. And now she was finally smiling again.

AN: Hello, and welcome to the newest season of NCIS! Miran speaking ;)

These are a number of drabbles that I have come up with. Quite a few have been floating around my head for a while, so what is better than sitting down and finally writing them. So here you have 10 of them. I already have a few ideas for more, and possibly even a one or two shot, so pls, review. I will never be perfect, always loads of room for improvement. ^_^

And a thank you to a friend who suggested some ideas when I was strugling. I always need inspiration.

I hope to update 10 more by next week. ^_^