Alright, this is my apologyfic for V.. The song is Next To You by Jordin Sparks.
With a promise I'll never be mean to V again. :) (maybe just a little teasing once in a while(A))
Next To You
Two o'clock and I wish that I was sleepin
Your in my head like a song on the radio
All I know is I gotta get next to you (gotta get next to you)
Sittin here turnin minutes into hours
To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone
Cause you don't know that I gotta get next to you
She groaned when she saw the digits on the alarmclock jump from 1.59 to 2.00. Today she'd finally made it home in a resonable hour but when she decided to catch up on some sleep, the sleep didn't come. Instead there were thoughts and problems spinning trough her head. Things she still needed to do, things she shouldn't forget and him.
He was in her mind, with his stupid smirk, the smell of coffee and bourbon and the sound of him sanding his boat.
How she wished she could get rid of him right now. Ever since her return to NCIS he'd been there, and she had resisted her heart in any way possible. But now, her own excuses for staying away sounded like a broken record. One she'd heard too many times before.
The phone was right next to her. In the last hour she held it in her hand about three times. Ready to speed dial one and call him. But she didn't, she couldn't. He was over her, and his relationship with Hollis proved that. Granted, they had broken up and she'd moved to Hawaii but he'd never tried to find her again.
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little to long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I just gotta get next to you
ah, gotta get next to you
She had seen his looks, the ones he sent her in briefings when he thought she wasn't looking. But never a word.
Last night they'd passed each other in the hallway, and his hand had brushed against her arm. She wasn't sure if the spark she felt came from static electricity or if it was just from his touch.
She knew he'd felt it too, because he'd looked over his shoulder at the same time she did.
Maybe there was still a chance for them.
Asked around and I heard that you were talkin
Told my girl that you thought that I was outta your league
What a fool, I gotta get next to you whoa, gotta get next to you
Yeah its five in the mourning and I can't go to sleep
Cause I wish, yeah, I wish you knew what you mean to me
Baby Lets get together and end this misery oh
She could still remember the day that she was kidnapped, just like it happened yesterday. Behind all that tough exteriour, she'd been scared. Ziva had noticed, and she hoped he had too. She had told him all Jenny needed right now was a hug. Jenny, not the Director.
He had looked up and just told her "Probably not from me."
Oh how wrong he'd been. It was him she needed the most that day. Just to feel his strong arms around her, to feel safe again.
Her alarm went off. 5.00 am. Another sleepless night. She got out of her bed with a deep sigh. Another day where she had to drink coffee just to get through the hours.
Hoping that today he'd notice.
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little to long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I just gotta get next to you
