What Is Love?
A.N: Heyy all! I would just love to say a MASSIVE thankyou to all who read and/or reviewed my stories so far! I'm kinda new to fanfiction, so I was soo touched by all those lovely reviews and words (You guys gave me much better feedback than my teachers, all they said, is that it was 'good' =P ) I hope you like my story!
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love |ləv|
noun
1 an intense feeling of deep affection
• a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone : it was love at first sight | they were both in love with her | we were slowly falling in love.
• (Love) a personified figure of love, often represented as Cupid.
• a great interest and pleasure in something : his love for football | we share a love of music.
• affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf.
• a formula for ending an affectionate letter : take care, lots of love, Judy.
2 a person or thing that one loves : she was the love of his life | their two great loves are tobacco and whiskey.
• Brit., informal a friendly form of address : it's all right, love.
• ( a love) Brit., informal used to express affectionate approval for someone : don't fret, there's a love.
Love is a feeling, an emotion, that no words can entirely describe. Everyone has a different view into what love is, and no answer is wrong.
In many cases, it is usually the two people who are meant to be together, either can't be, can't see it themselves or aren't being honest with themselves. However these two particular people fall into each of these categories. One particular rule, is stopping them in their tracks to happiness, 'Rule #12: Never Date A Co-Worker.' Their boss, has a list of rules, he believes that it can't be done, where as she suggests that it should not be done. These two people are not usually the ones to follow all the rules, by the book, but because they are intimidated by their boss, they do not give into their guilty wish.
She wants to believe that they can make things work, but after his long list of one night stands, she is not sure if she will be just another 'floozie' that he seduced. No, she wants much more. Much, much more, and she is not sure if he is willing to be in a committed relationship, especially after his encounter with Jeanne. Sure it was a while ago, but she is sure that it would bring back hurtful memories.
He sleeps with various numbers of young, attractive woman that he picks up at bars, but it is only to try and forget about the one he can't get off his mind. She is always around him, only a few feet away every single day, and he is surprised that he has been able to hold off his needs for so long. He keeps telling himself that he wants to be an eligible bachelor, but he knows he is lying to himself. He only wants to be with her, for good.
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"Zee-vah, what ya doin'?" He asks sheepishly, curious to know what she is up to.
"Researching." She replies with only slight hesitation, hoping that he would just leave the conversation at that, but knowing him and his juvenile ways, she knew that he would continue to question her.
"Ooh, about what exactly?"
"None of your business!" She snaps, annoyed at his persistence.
"Whoa, whoa. No need to get all uppity." He retorts forcefully. "Looks like I'm just going to have to find out for myself, eh?" He mumbles the last bit to himself; and with that he gets up from his comfortable, swivel office chair and swiftly moves to her respected desk area. "Cars? You're looking at cars?" Surprised and disappointed by his findings he decides to walk back to his desk.
"Do you honestly think I am that stupid Tony?" She comments with sarcasm, "I knew that you were bound to come over to my desk, so I minimised it. I have told you before, and I am telling you now, I always know what you are thinking." With that last sentence being said, he turns his heels back towards her desk and walks particularly slowly, building up the tension, in the air, between them.
"Oh really? So what am I thinking now?" He questions intrigued by what her answer may be.
"Tony, look, I am tired and all I want to do is go home." Turning her chair around to pick up her bag, but a firm, strong hand stops her in her tracks. Tony is grabbing her delicate and petite shoulder and looks her in the eyes.
"What do you see?" He asks slowly, whilst leaning seductively on the arms of her chair; with confidence that she would not be able to answer.
"Nothing." She responds much too quickly, "Now let me go, I really would like to go home." Ziva trying to push past him, but strangely enough, he lets her go. She takes her chance of escaping him, and all the other risks of saying something stupid to him, which could bring unspoken matters up to the surface. "Night, Tony." She calls, with her influent english vocabulary and exotic accent.
"Cya later, Zi." He calls back. She did not know that when he said "Later", that it would literally mean later.
He had a plan in mind, now all he had to do is wait...