Uggg... I don't even know what to think anymore. Last week.... I hated Tony. It was the first episode in which I was completely and utterly pissed at him. This week... I don't know what to think. Am I mad at Ziva? I don't know. All I know is Tony made a move (no matter how clandestine) and Ziva laughed it off as him being brotherly. WTF ZIVA!!! Anyway, so I was mad at her after that, but then there was that whole conversation about two people being made for each other... (!!:D!!) and Ziva kind of instigated that conversation. I just don't know anymore. I just don't know. (OH!! And did anyone else catch Ziva giggling?!)
Anyway, no matter what it appears, this is not my first fanfic, it's just the first one I'm posting. R&R!
He would walk into the bullpen. He would greet his fellow employees. He would crack a joke (no matter how ridiculous). He would receive order from the boss to "Stop goofing off and get to work". He would delegate said work. He would goof off some more. He would go home. He would watch a movie... or two. He would sleep. He would get up the next morning, and repeat.
Of course, this schedule he unceremoniously followed everyday was not set in stone. There were days in which he might pull pranks on those fellow workers he called his friends, or he might have to help solve a murder, but either way, the same pattern would be repeated in some way shape or form.
His day was very predictable. She was not.
Some days, she would come with the face of the sexy deadly assassin, others, a loyal partner, others, a caring friend. She could show up some days looking casual and comfortable, other days professional, other days just plain hot.
The only thing about her that he could predict was that every day she could keep him completely entranced with her exotic beauty. She meant everything to him.
And of everything she was to him, he was what to her? A brother? Everything he did throughout the course of his wonderfully predictable day, every breath he took, every step he walked, every joke he told, every smile he gave, ever laugh he forced, everything he did was for her, and it meant nothing, and it was killing him.
She was killing him.
He was in love with her, and she was killing him.
Okay, I thought I was done ranting about tonight's episode... but I guess not.
What do y'all think about the whole idea of Ziva confessing her whole plan about settling down to Tony? Ziva is sending out such mixed signals, it's killing me, too. Oh, and EEKKKK! Tony called her pretty. :) Anyway, if I don't stop , my AN's are going to be as long as my story. R&R.