I've had this crazy idea for a story forever now and finally decided to put it into action.
If you've read my crossover involving NCIS then you're good to go... if you haven't you should be fine but I may mention other characters that you know nothing about.
I'll try to be careful about that kind of stuff though and explain it to you before you can get too confused.
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Summary: Tony gets a special delivery and all of a sudden his life changes. What will Tony do with the what he finds inside of the package? Will he accept it or send it away?
Some action between Tony and Ziva just because I hate how the show doesn't have any.
Some POV writing and possibly some narration.
Tony's POV
"Tony, you're driving!" Gibbs' voice shouts as he crosses in front of the bullpen and keeps going towards the elevator.
I know I don't have much time to grab my gear and the car keys off of Gibbs' desk to I throw myself into action and scoop up my backpack, flinging a single strap over one of my broad shoulders and bounding out from behind me desk only to bump into McGee who I quickly shove off and continue towards Gibbs' desk. A seach the top of the desk for only a moment before coming to the conclusion that the keys aren't there so next I open the first drawer and rummage around for a moment before finding the car keys. Crying triumphantly I dash towards the elevator only to find the doors sliding closed as soon as I come within five feet of them. All I can see is Ziva's smirking face taunting me to move quicker next time.
"Well damn." I mutter and head for the stairs. "I guess a little excise never did any harm." I grumble as I zip down the stairs at top speed.
I managed to exit the stairwell door just in time to rush outside and climb behind the wheel of the car; as soon as I was safely buckled in Gibbs, McGee, and Ziva arrived.
"Good work, Tony." Gibbs comments as he slides into the shotgun seat. "But next time," I wince, knowing what's coming. "Don't bump into McGee and you'll make it to the elevator."
I nodded and shift the car into drive and pull away from the curb.
"Otherwise, you're getting better." Gibbs finishes at a red light and reaches to smacks me upside the head.
"Yes boss." I mumble and hit the gas as the light turns green because I know that Gibbs will never hit me when driving.
Gibbs chuckles beside me and merely waits for the next red light to hit me again. Knowing this I do my best to avoild red lights, occasionally speeding to make it through a yellow one.
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At the crime scene I'm on camera duty and McGee is on evidence collection, which is always the least fun job of all. My favorite is witness interrogation by camera isn't bad. Ziva, the ever lucky, was on interrogation because we were investigating the death of a Naval Transporter. The man was fresh off the boat from delivering his cargo of non English speaking refugees.
Now, the entire team could speak several of the languages that come out of the Middle East... but... Ziva was still the best.
"ما اسمك؟" Ziva asked all the refugees in Arabic. She was asking their names which most gave up readily. Only one man was causing her issues. "ما اسمك؟" Ziva asked the man again.
"Ahh!" The man screamed and pulled an already bloody knife out of his winter coat. The man tried to stab Ziva in the chest with the knife but Ziva quickly dogged and unarmed the man.
"McGee! I think we found the murder weapon." I called and took the blade out of Ziva's unloved hands with my gloved ones. "Boss! I think we found the murderer!" I called as soon as the knife was safely stored in a evidence bag.
"Good work, Ziva." Gibbs commented as she stuffed the now handcuffed man into the back of a car. "Get him back to NCIS, interrogation room two." Gibbs called over his shoulder as he went talk to Ducky about the state of the Naval Transporter's body that had a large stab wound in the center of the chest.
"Do you want me to come with you?" I leaned my head into the car and whispered in Ziva's ear.
Ziva shook her head. "No. I've got him." And drove away.
I watched with slumped shoulders before I straightened. I didn't want anyone to know of our relationship quite yet.
Ziva's POV
"Your place or mine?" I asked quietly as Tony and I watched Gibbs draw a confession easily out of the man who'd tried to stab me.
Tony shrugged almost imperceptible. "Your choice." He replied without looking at me.
I smirked, knowing the Tony knew I would always choose my place since the one time he'd invited me over I'd nearly gotten food poisoning. "My place, bring dinner." I mumbled, stepping forward and to the right slightly so than my shoulder brushed against Tony's body.
Tony nodded, as if at Gibbs' performance, only I knew that he was nodding in confirmation of my choice.
Tony's POV
I arrived at Ziva's place around seven thirty carrying a bag full of Chinese food from a small family owned restaurant just down the street. I had changed out of my suit and into jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hungry?" I asked, holding up the bag as soon as Ziva opened the door.
"Yes." Ziva replied without pause. "But the food can wait." She said and dragged me inside, the door clicking quietly shut behind us.
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We lay in bed for only a few minutes afterwards, I couldn't stay much longer than that because my stomach started rumbling.
"Okay, now can we eat?" I asked, pulling my boxers and jeans back on.
"Yes. I suppose we can." Ziva replied, trailing a hand across my bare chest as she crossed the bedroom to pull a robe off of a chair and slip it on. "What did you buy?"
I snorted. "Whatever order you called in."
Ziva laughed. "I was just wondering if you'd peeked." She said playfully as we exited the bedroom and headed for the dining room.
"Why would I need to do that? I trust you." I replied as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as she dished out some food on two separate plates.
"Good. I wouldn't want it any other way." Ziva replied as she otherwise ignored my presence.
I unhappily noticed that like always, she managed to avoid saying that she trusted me back. My only step around this was that she had to trust me, even if she wouldn't say it out loud, or she wouldn't let me come over.
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I rose at five thirty to take a shower and left Ziva's place at six to go home and change.
From my house I dressed, ate breakfast, and climbed back into my car to head over to the office. Like always, I met Ziva as we both got to the entrance of the building at the same time. I'm not sure how we always managed to time it like this but we did; and if we didn't met out front then it was a rare and unnerving experience for the both of us.
Today was only sightly different because McGee also managed to arrive at the same time as Ziva and I so all three of us ended up going through security together.
"Funny meeting you here." McGee commented.
"If I didn't know you better I would say you were stalking me." I joked, punching McGee in the arm without much force.
"Stalking you? You wish!" McGee joked back with a wide grin.
I snorted. "Plenty of people stalk me. Women especially! I'm just that good lookin'!" I exclaimed grandly.
"Really..." McGee chuckled. "I bet Ziva doesn't agree." He send Ziva an inside look.
"Of course I do, what with the smell of cheap cologne and the bad job of shaving, what isn't there about Tony a woman wouldn't want to stalk." Ziva replied, meeting McGee's eyes but not mine.
I rubbed my jaw and thought about how Ziva said she loved the smell of my cologne. I must have missed as spot. I concluded about Ziva's jab. If it isn't the cologne then it must be the shaving! This seemed perfectly reasonable to me.
"Tony! Package!" Called the teenager NCIS employed to hand out mail. I frowned by accepted the cardboard box from the kid and was about to shake the box when the kid cried, "Don't! It says fragile."
Sured enough, when I glanced down the handwritten word 'fragile' was scribbled across the surface of the box. "Okay then," I mumbled. "What are you." I asked the box as I carried it to my desk.
"What is that?" Ziva asked curiosity since I never received anything this big in the mail.
"I don't know, its heavy though." I muttered as I cut the tape off the box with my knife. Clearing away the packaging I found what was so fragile about the contents of the box "Oh. Dear. God." I whispered as I stared down in horror at what I'd found inside.
What did Tony find that managed to shock him?
Why don't you guess...