Hi everyone! I promised one of my friends that I would write a tiva fanfiction, so here it is. Happy summer by the way. [Or winter depending on where you live.]
Okay! On with the show…
Tony DiNozzo strolled out of the elevator dressed in a charcoal gray suit, with a crisp white shirt and a black skinny tie. He sat down at his desk and looked around. He spotted Gibbs' usual coffee cup and McGee's computer was on; but Ziva didn't appear to have arrived yet.
He sighed; something was different between him and Ziva. The conversations they had were becoming awkward and tensions were always high. Tony tried to figure out what was wrong. He would sit up at night, trying to remember where it all went wrong and why.
"Hey, Tony." McGee walked into the bullpen and began madly typing.
"Have you seen Ziva?" Tony asked without even bothering to look at McGee.
"Uh, no. I haven't." McGee noticed Tony look at the floor for a few moments before turning on his computer.
"Tony, is everything okay with you and Ziva?" McGee asked as casually as possible.
"Why wouldn't everything be fine?"
"Well, I was just asking. You and Ziva are partners and-"
"Everything is fine, McNosy." Tony said as he flashed one of his famous smiles.
McGee gave Tony a skeptical look before turning back to his work. If there was something going on between Tony and Ziva, it would affect the whole team. He hated to be caught in the middle of another one of their fights.
Finally the familiar ding of the elevator sounded through the bullpen. Ziva quickly walked out wearing a black t-shirt and jean. She sat down at desk and immediately looked up at Tony.
"Morning, Zee-vah." Tony said as cheerfully as possible.
"Good morning, Tony." Ziva said simply.
As if on cue, Gibbs walked into the bullpen with a fresh coffee and the usual scowl. He sat down at his desk and looked at his agents. McGee was busily typing on his computer-as usual. Tony and Ziva were pretending to do paperwork-as usual. It was just another day at the office.
The day continued, but nothing was out of the ordinary. McGee talked about computers, Tony quoted movies, and Ziva threatened to kill Tony.
But something just didn't seem right.
Maybe it was the way Tony looked longingly at Ziva or the way Ziva avoided eye contact with Tony. Maybe it was how McGee barely talked to Tony or Ziva. But whatever this was, it was pulling Gibbs' team apart.
Eventually Gibbs walked up to the director's office and the three agents were left alone in the office.
"What are you doing over there, McNerd?" Tony asked mockingly, obviously trying to make small talk in the silent bullpen.
McGee looked over at Tony annoyed. "Working."
"Someone's annoyed." Tony said comically.
"Tony, do you not have work to do?" Ziva asked, with irritation in her voice.
"I have work, but I'm not going to do it."
"This is exactly why you have not gotten a promotion." Ziva said coldly.
Tony paused. "Who said that I wanted a promotion?"
"You did." Ziva said quietly.
"I never wanted a promotion, I was offered one." Tony's voice was getting louder.
Before Ziva could respond, Gibbs walked in. He looked at Tony, who was actually working, and then Ziva; who couldn't take her eyes off the senior field agent. Gibbs took another look at his agents before sitting back down at his desk.
The rest of the day went by painfully slow. Paperwork was finished quickly and quietly. Ziva didn't dare to look at Tony who had his eyes firmly planted on his desk. She tried to avoid all contact with the visibly upset agent.
"Go home. Get some rest." Gibbs muttered as he looked up at his team. The day had been painful not only for Tony and Ziva, but for him as well.
McGee quickly grabbed his backpack and proceeded to the elevator. Ziva picked up her backpack and cautiously approached her partner's desk.
"Tony, I am sorry for what I said earlier." Ziva said in almost a whisper.
The senior field agent looked up and paused before saying, "It's fine. I overreacted." He said his in the most casual tone as possible.
Ziva looked directly into her partner's sea green eyes. "Good night, Tony." With that, she stalked off to the elevator.
Tony sighed and rubbed his temple. He just didn't understand. What went wrong?
"DiNozzo." Gibbs said quietly.
He looked up quickly.
"Go home. It's late."
"Yes, Boss." Tony picked up his backpack and slowly walked to the elevator just like McGee and Ziva had minutes before.
As the doors closed, Tony rested his head on the metal wall. He had this empty feeling that was eating away at him. What if him and Ziva couldn't work things out? Were they even fighting? Nothing made sense anymore. He just wanted things to be the way they were before. When they could have conversations without insults and apologizes.
The elevator doors opened and Tony walked out into the night.
What do you guys think? OOC? Boring? Dramatic? Awesomely amazing? Should I continue?
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Adios…