A/U: This was written while I was listening to I'd Lie by Taylor Swift. First ever songfic. Review. I love this song and it suits these two perfectly
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or this song
Ziva walked into work that morning to Gibbs telling her she's late and she's riding with DiNozzo. He started to tell her about some basketball game that he went to last night. She was lost in his eyes, noticing how bright they were today meaning he was happy.
I don't think that
passenger seat has ever
looked this good to me he
tells me about his night
and I count the colors in his eyes
He was telling her about some girl he'd been dumped by and says he no longer believes in love. She closes her eyes and hope he doesn't mean it, for if he did she doesn't know what she'd do. He sighs and the brightness in his eyes disappears she would like more than anything to bring it back.
He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his
Fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I
Hope he's wrong
Tony made some stupid comment on her shirt. She laughed secretly glad he noticed. She wore it just for him. A song comes on the radio, and she turns it up knowing he loves. She smiles when he uses his desk as a drum.
And I don't think it ever
Crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a
Smile
But I know all his favorite songs
He walked into the bullpen wearing a shirt Ziva had never seen before. It was his favorite color. They began their usual banter, Ziva remembering why she comes to work every morning. He shoots her a smile, oh, and that smile, too. She realized what day it was, his birthday no wonder he was in a good mood. He asked an annoying question, something to do with why girls are moody. She wonders if he had any sisters. Probably not, considering he was standing here. You never know, though. He ran his fingers through his hair and she found herself wondering who he looked more like, his mother or his father. Tony never talked about them. Then she wondered if she loved him- no it couldn't be possible.
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's
Eyes
And if you ask me if I
Love him….
I'd lie
Tony looks around and asks where Gibbs is. Ziva shrugs her shoulders and wonders if he asks about her when she's not there. She feels a tingle of electricity when he walks by, can he feel it too? He doesn't seem to. As he walks away a sense of loneliness falls around her.
He looks around
the room
Innocently
Overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go
On
Doesn't he know that
I've had it memorized for so long
They're looking at a case, he and his wife were having problems; she cheated, so did he. Tony doesn't understand why they're still together, this makes her sad. Does he really think the world is so black and white like that, either you're faithful and it lasts or you're not and it's no longer worth it? Of course he does. The case turned up an abused child they had neglected. Tony looked like he was about to cry, Ziva put her hand on his arm, feeling that bolt of electricity, and she saw his walls go up again. Oh, how she wished to tear them down. McGee looks at her funny and she says that he is no good to her like that. She would never tell.
He sees everything in black
And white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me
Wishing he was mine
There's so much she could tell someone about Tony. They way he leans back in his chair when he has just finished a big pile of paperwork. How, after two days he takes off every year, no one knows why, he comes back looking broken. How his eyes are the color of the sea when he's in a good mood. She knows a lot about Tony, but at the same time she knows nothing. This thought saddens her.
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's
Eyes
And if you ask me if I
Love him…
I'd lie
Tony looked at her she held her breath waiting to see what he would scream. It was her fault; she never should've gotten involved. He does something even worse; he shakes his head and walks away. She lets her breath out, close to tears. She had never seen him so angry, or so helpless. Yes, she had picked up that he knew that nothing could be done. She sighs and swallows those tears, only letting them fall when she's alone. She remembers good times, when he confided in her, telling her he could play piano, for example. She admires they way he can see through masks people wear, except for hers. It's too good. He's on her mind all the time, from when she gets up to when she goes to sleep. She would pick out an outfit judging on what he would think.
He stands there, then
walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath
For you
He'd never tell you, but he
Can play guitar
I think he can see through
Everything but my heart
First thought when I wake
Up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a
Miracle
Tony was quiet today, something was wrong. He kept staring off into space, something was on his mind. She could read him like a book. Now, if only she could read his mind. Our usual banter wasn't nearly as cheerful and carefree as normal. It scared her to see him like this, wondering if he's thinking about quitting. She doesn't know what she would do if that happened. She doesn't want to find out
Yes I could tell you
His favorite color's
Green
He loves to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him…
If you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie