Brilliance
Summary: Ziva. Gender: Female. Meaning: Radiance/Brialliance. But to him, the meaning of her name doesn't even begin to describe her. Drabble.
She was so beautiful. Silky tresses the color of chocolate cascaded down to her shoulders and framed her face, making it look even lovelier than a picture. The days she wore her hair loose were the days Tony wanted to simply stare at her for hours. Her laugh enchanted and amazed him. Everything about her made her beautiful and radiant, and the meaning of her name didn't even begin to describe her.
Every morning, he would look at himself in the mirror and say, after a rather annoying pep talk, "Ziva is just a friend. Who happens to very attractive. She's my best friend. She's not like any other girl."
It was true, she wasn't like any other girl, but not in the sense he meant. He considered her off-limits because she was a coworker, which did make her unlike any other girl he knew. After all, what other girl carried a knife everywhere she went and could kill you eighteen different ways with a paperclip? Not many. Of course, not many girls ever threatened him. Technically, though, Ziva wasn't just a girl. She was his partner and a coworker; therefore strictly not datable by order of Gibbs' rules.
In his mind, brilliant didn't—couldn't—capture what she really was. She was an angel fallen to Earth…or more likely an angel who was kicked out of heaven for fighting. He laughed at the thought of Ziva with wings and an irked expression on her face.
"Tony?" Ziva asked, arching an eyebrow and looking up from her paperwork at the Italian sitting across the bullpen from her. He flashed her his famous DiNozzo grin and leaned back in his chair. "What is so amusing?" she continued.
"Nothing, Zee-vah." he sighed; she would never realize how funny that picture was to him. Doubtless, she would not find it so entertaining if she did have knowledge of it.
"It is something." Ziva stated in a questioning questioning? I thought she was stating it… tone, her eyebrows crawling higher up, towards her hairline. A mischievous smile danced across her lips. Tony loved the way that smile made her eyes sparkle and seem more alive. Her face became more animated, and, if possible, even more beautiful.
"It's really nothing." Tony lied, trying to get the image of Ziva the Avenging Angel out of his head.
"Gear up. We've got a dead petty officer," Gibbs announced as he walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand. Tony sighed. It was time for another painfully ordinary day. He was getting tired of ordinary days. When would something interesting finally happen?
Set Before P2P entered the show
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