This is a story I started writing to get back into swing of things. I haven't written anything in a long time due to personal circumstances and thought writing some fanfiction would be a good way to just enjoy writing without having to think too hard about setting and characters.
I have been binging hard on Tiva fics so that is what inspired me to pick this. There will be mentions of rape and abuse but nothing too graphic. I am aiming to make this a fluffier fic. but there will be some rougher parts.
This will start from S11E2 and will depart from there. Some past events have been changed, I just write the fiction how I feel like it and not keep every single word ever said in 10+ seasons perfectly in mind.
They were walking towards the gate in silence. However, Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo's mind was going a million miles per minute. For the past 9 years he had been madly in love with his partner at NCIS Ziva David. The moment she first spoke to him, the normally smooth talking playboy was taken aback by her and started fumbling over his words.
But it wasn't just looks with took Tony by surprise, within a few week Ziva turned into a real friend and someone he could trust implicitly. Quickly he noticed not just the outer but also the inner beauty of the Mossad assassin. And ever since he had stuck in a spell he couldn't get out of.
It was only when he was deep into his cover as the boyfriend of Jeanne that he thought he might finally get his mind off the Israeli across the bullpen. However, as with any undercover mission that turns way too personal. His relationship with Jeanne had exploded in his face.
After she resigned from NCIS, Tony was heartbroken to find out that Ziva was leaving NCIS. It was only when they were going through the whole Bodnar ordeal that he realised he needed to act now. With Ziva's life once again having been in serious danger, he had made an inner resolution to finally tell Ziva about his feelings. And Gibb's rules be damned he would ask her out on a date.
It was right after the dust had settled, Bodnar was dead and they could finally breathe again. Tony found himself alone with Ziva his heart beating out of his chest so nervous he was. But when he opened his mouth to start a saying something to Ziva, she spoke first.
"Tony, I need to tell you something." she had started "I am leaving NCIS. And not just NCIS, the United States. I am going to go back to Israel."
That was the moment Tony almost felt his heart physically break, his whole world collapsed. He had finally gotten his mind straight and knew what he wanted, but that image of him and Ziva together was shattered right before he could get to it.
He had mumbled something, about whatever is best for her. But to be honest he couldn't even remember what he said, his mind was on something completely else.
He knew Ziva needed to do some soul searching. It had been a though 9 years in NCIS for her and her life had changed in oh so many ways. He knew that it would be best for Ziva to let go of NCIS and the team for a while. Not mattering how much it hurt Tony, if it would be best for Ziva he could take any pain.
But the peace Ziva was trying to find was short-lived and within months there were new threats and new enemies. Tony once again feared for Ziva's life and he was going to protect her come hell or high water. Tony didn't even have to ask Gibbs for permission to go to Israel, Gibbs just told him to go. Luckily once he arrived, he found her safe and well.
His mind set at ease, he could finally think about him and Ziva again. It was almost like they had never parted and in that moment he realised that this might give him the opportunity he missed those months ago to finally tell her how he felt.
They had enjoyed a few days in Israel, but he had to go back to Washington. NCIS and the Navy were still reeling from the death of SecNav Jarvis.
It was during their time together in Israel, Tony had tried to find ways and moments of telling Ziva about his feeling. But for some reason the words wouldn't come out of his mouth.
Now they were walking towards the gate and Tony knew the moment was slipping from his hands. They were at the tarmac and the rest of the passengers on Tony's flight were boarding the plane.
He looked towards Ziva, her hair flowing in loose curls down her back. "Ziva." he said, swallowing a lump he had stuck in his throat.
She turned to him "Yes, Tony?".
Looking into her eyes, the ones he could probably get lost in, he knew he had to speak up now or he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Ziva, I..." he swallowed again.
She furrowed her brow "What is it Tony?"
"Ziva, I am in love with you." he finally blurted out "I have been for a while now."
Ziva just stared at him. Tony looked at her in silence shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Ziva? Just say something, anything."
"No…" she almost whispered.
Tony looked at her questioningly.
"No, no, no, no… Tony!" She started raising her voice with each word. "Damn it Tony!" her hand hitting his chest.
"Ziva, please." He was cut off with a slap to the face.
"9 years Tony! You could have told me for 9 years and you wait until the last moment. When I finally started to get things in plan here." she was almost shouting now.
Tony felt his heart almost breaking, he had screwed up and Ziva was going to hate him for it. "Ziva, please let me talk."
"No, why didn't you tell me before I returned to Israel?"
He was desperate and had nothing to lose. She might kill me for this, he thought but it seemed like the only option.
Tony gently put his hands on either side of the still rambling Ziva's face, moved forward and kissed Zive. Silencing her in one fell swoop.
Ziva's eyes turned wide when she felt his lips on hers. But she couldn't refuse the feelings that had been buried so deep inside of her.
While in Mossad she was taught to erase any and all feelings for the people around her. This could only endanger a mission, when someone would be killed or captured it made it easier to sever ties and keep going. It also solved the issue of romanticism. There was nothing to hinder the agent's mission.
However, soon after arriving in the US she was confronted with these feelings. For years she had been alone, her sister dead, mother gone, and father only her superior not her dad.
But after meeting Gibbs, Tony, McGee and the rest of the team she felt a connection to these people. This unlikely bunch functioned as some sort of family. A weird family at that, but a family nonetheless.
And when her own brother was threatening to shoot Gibbs, she chose Gibbs over her brother.
After the whole ordeal with Ari she was assigned as Mossad liaison. Now she had a chance of becoming part of that weird family. Quickly these people tore down the wall that she had been trained to put up for most of her life and for the first time she was allowed to feel again.
One friday night somewhere in her first year with NCIS they had just wrapped up a case. They all had gone to a bar together to celebrate and just let go of the stress that had build up in the past week.
It was on this night she she finally realised what these people had done, how they had become her family. They had torn down the walls around her heart and feelings and once she was home she could do nothing but cry. For the first time since Tali had died Ziva David allowed herself to cry.
She cried of sadness, she cried of happiness and she cried of fear. After that night she was determined to do whatever it would take to protect the new family she had.
However, soon things became more complicated. While she saw the team more and more as a family there was one person's role in that family she couldn't place.
McGee and Abby turned into her new siblings. Ducky took the mantle of the charming grandfather like figure with his endless stories and always encouraging words. Gibbs became a father to her, and not like Eli David just the man who held that title by right. But by action. Gibbs supported her, cared for her, gave her advice when she needed and protected her.
Everything one would expect a father to do. The things her father never gave to her, Gibbs gave to her.
But Tony's role was harder to define. More and more her feelings for Tony got deeper. They were partners in the field and had each other's back at all times. But they turned into something more.
The 2 agents were spending more and more time together as Ziva's time at NCIS progressed. Frequently they had movie nights at Tony's place. Or she would cook for the both of them, relying on the things her mother had thought her. While she wasn't the best cook in the world. Tony always, at least pretended, to enjoy her food.
It was only when Tony introduced Jeanne one night that she realised how she felt for Tony. She realised that her feelings for Tony had morphed into something more, romantic ones.
It were all these feeling that were stirred up the moment that Tony told her of his feelings for her. Ziva could not help to be angry. But she wasn't sure if she was angry at Tony or herself.
However, now she could feel her anger flow away when she felt Tony's lips on hers. And slowly she gave into the kiss.
It was only when Tony felt Ziva relax and give into the kiss he felt comfortable enough to enjoy the moment.
Both didn't know how long they stood there kissing, it could have been a few seconds or it could have been an hour. After a while both needed oxygen and released the kiss at the same time.
Tony gently rested his forehead against Ziva's and just looked into those brown eyes for a while. Tony was content to be in this moment for now and could have spend the rest of his days a happy man staring into Ziva's eyes right here on the tarmac in Israel.
But it was not to last, both were woken from their combined spell when they heard the final boarding call for Tony's plane.
"Come back with me." Tony almost whispered.
"Tony, I just started building a life here again."
Tony could see the doubt in Ziva's eyes "But you already have a life back in Washington. Please we can make this work, we can make us work." He said, trying to convince her.
Ziva's mind was going miles a minute. What was she supposed to do? Stay here? Go with Tony? Could it all be that simple? She didn't want to go back to NCIS or any law enforcement, she knew that much.
"But Tony…" she trailed off getting lost in her mind again.
How were the others going to react? Did they hate her for leaving? Would she have to tell Tony about all her inner demons? How was he going to react? Ziva's mind started to descend into the darkest reaches of her mind. The parts where she had hidden all her demons, but she could not control them at the moment
Tony could see the panic raging in Ziva's eyes. "It will be alright" he reassured her while gently stroking his thumb against her cheek. "we will make it work. We always have and always will."
Ziva's mind was still raging. How could they ever be together, the playboy Tony and Ziva the Mossad assassin who now was afraid when anybody touched her. It could not work. After Somalia she freaked out whenever anyone touched her, especially men. Strangely enough Tony's hands were soothing her.
Tears started to form in Ziva's eyes. She blinked once, making the tears spill over her eyelids.
She looked once again into Tony's eyes, tears now clouding her sights. "I am sorry Tony." she whispered. Then she quickly moved away towards the exit of the airport.
Tony just stood there rooted in his spot. He had lost her, the girl he had been in love with for years now. The girl he had lost and regained so many times, he had now completely lost her.
Completely numb he entered his plane and when he saw the lights grow smaller and smaller from his plane window he let a small tear run down his cheek.
"Goodbye Ziva" he whispered.
I hope you liked it, I haven't written anything in years.
I will try to update somewhat frequently. I already have large parts of chapter 2 finished