My Lucky Star, a ncis fanfic

Hey, I was just randomly listening to my favourite band EVER and thought that this song reminded me of TIVA during their 4 months apart.

The song is Lucky Star (acoustic version) by Elliot Minor (just youtube "elliot minor lucky star acoustic) although if the original non-acoustic version is your cup of tea then so be it!

Tony

I woke up sat in my bunk on the USS Ronal Reagan. My head was in a different place. Probably inside that bottle of bourbon that lay empty on the floor. I put my head in my hands, wondering if this is gonna how I'm spending the rest of my career. As an Agent Afloat; investigating piss exams and UA sailors…

But that isn't why the bourbon's empty…

I heard you fall

I thought of all the years we spent

They seem so far away now

A broken heart

Left undone

Turn to imaginations

Letting go it seems so hard

Lighting up and burning out

My lucky star

Ziva

I kissed my father goodnight. He could tell I was hurting. I was so glad be home, yet, I call Washington DC my home as well. I still can't look my father in the eye. Especially after what Ari said about him in Gibb's basement. I moved to NCIS to escape Mossad for a while. And now I'm back… it just doesn't feel right.

But is NCIS the real reason I want to go back? Or is it something much deeper than that…

So I might try

To bring back what we had back then

The time is moving quickly now

Still out of reach

Giving in I start to fall to pieces

Letting go it seems so hard

Lighting up and burning out

My lucky star

Tony

I picked up the empty bottle off the floor and put it in one of the lockers next to the others. That's seven empty bottles in total now. Seven bottles in four months. Sooner or later it will get me off this damn boat. I don't care if I get fired. I just want to be with her…

Keeps on burning out

And when time tells me we're moving on

Soon we'll fall to pieces

Ziva

I sat on the balcony of my father's house. Looking up at the sky and the stars that sparkled it, thinking about all the good times in America. Being undercover, THAT sexual harassment class…

"Ani mitga'aga'at elechaTony"

'Til then we're still too far

Gazing at that lucky star

Tony

I sat outside, gazing up at the stars, wondering what she was doing at this very moment. I hope that wherever she was, which really could be anywhere, the stars are as beautiful as they are from here, in the open sea…

As I was thinking this, I looked at the picture in my hand. The one of Ziva in California in a bikini. I take one last look at the sky and gaze for a few short seconds at a particularly bright star. It's almost as beautiful as she is…

My lucky star

Ziva

As I handled my Star of David necklace at m fingertips, I fixed my eyes on the brightest star in the sky, and wished upon it that Tony was safe and will be safe for the rest of his trip. And as if someone flipped a switch, the star immediately went out...

My lucky star (keeps on burning out)

Tony

"Goodnight Sweetcheeks"

Ziva

"Shalom Tony"

My lucky star (keeps on burning out) tonight