Hey! Since I enjoyed Every Little Thing SO much, and I've had a request to write a song fic, I thought I'd put my need for Tiva fluff and that song together. This isn't a song fic, more of a fic that grew out of the meaning to a song. If you listen to 'When You Say Nothing At All' you'll understand.

This will have five chapters, each a different basic sense humans have. I can't make it any longer, and it won't be any shorter. I'll be doing hearing, sight, taste, smell, and touch. Not in that order(I think). Basically Tiva fluff, with the insight from Tony's eyes. I like writing him better than Ziva for some reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, even the senses. That would be hard to do though... trademark them as your own. You'd have to be god.....

Dedication: daddiesgirlovesdlcalerictiva, because she was the one to suggest a song fic, and then my brain went off on me and we get this. This is for you.

Hearing (or audition) is one of the traditional five senses. It is the ability to perceive sound by detecting vibrations via an organ such as the ear.

There was something about the way she breathed, well into the night. Sometimes I would lay my head on her chest, just to hear her lungs fill and empty. It was a calming sound, which made me smile. I loved knowing she was alive, and that she was next to me. I enjoyed listening to her mumble in her sleep, and the occasional sigh. When she talked in her sleep, she would sometimes say my name. It was in a voice I had never heard, in an octave I had never heard her voice dip into.

I listened to her day and night, cataloging every noise she made. She didn't even have to speak; I always knew what she meant. When we were in bed, she would blow air through her teeth when she wanted to be held. It was her way of saying she was cold, and wanted someone to keep her warm. Other times, she would tap her finger to her open mouth, making a hollow sound. I could be anywhere in our apartment, and I would hear it. She was telling me she was hungry. I learned that when she sighed in a certain way, as if she was too content for words, she was telling me she loved me.

And, oh, her sex sounds. Who didn't like sex sounds? Not only did I get to confirm she was a screamer, which was pretty arousing in itself, but she had this collection of the most amazing sounds. There was this special, almost whimper like sound afterwards, that was followed by her blowing air out between her teeth. It was her way of saying, she was content, and she just wanted to relax.

I never got over the way she growled at her computer. I would be sitting at my desk, throwing paper balls at McGee, when all of a sudden we'd both hide behind our desks. I would smirk at McGee's face, and yell out in pain as an eraser would hit my head. We would watch as she made face after face, and she would growl repeatedly. Occasionally objects would fly over and hit my head, just proving how angry she was at electronics. But then again, I think she enjoyed hearing me whimper.

It was the things she didn't say, when words failed us and we ended up just sitting in the dark. There were times when I thought she was giving me the silent treatment, when in reality she was just talking to me in a different way. I enjoyed trying to figure what her newest sound meant. She had so many; it was a miracle she came up with new ones.

I think others knew that we didn't have to use words. It was pretty obvious when we would start a conversation in the middle, leaving everyone out of the loop. I think their reaction was priceless; the astonished look, tilting of the head, and amazed gasps. And sometimes, a slight slap to the back of the head, a la Gibbs. She would smirk at me, and I would glare at her. Silently saying 'ha ha' to each other.

It was ironic really. I have heard countless people say that communication is key in a relationship. You need to communicate to understand your significant others wants, what their feelings or displeasures are.

Funny thing was; when we didn't speak, we said the most.

I adore their non speaking communication, and I had to do the first chapter of this on that.

Tell me what you think, please? I'm leaving soon, and I'll be back late late late tonight. 10 at the latest, so leave me reviews and all of that good stuff. No matter what though, I'm continuing this fic. I adore this idea. It's my babyyy. :D

-Izzy.