So, for me, midnight and 11:00 at night are the best times to be up and moving. They also happen to be my inspiring times, as I often walk around with music blasting into my ears. So, here's what came of it. There are multiple chapters that attempt to explain why Ziva and Tony are themselves. So, tell me what you think. This is rated T for language, just in case, and probably for other chapters.
Note- I don't own NCIS or any of its characters; I just write about them.
The eyes were the windows to the soul. Tony knew this because Ziva's wouldn't shut up. When he had first met her, here eyes were haughty, with a little flirt mixed in. When she spoke of Tali, the mask had slipped a little, and her eyes had shown a lifetime protecting those who you couldn't save, a lifetime of knowing that colors and emotions and sunshine were bad and black and white and masks and clouds were good. When she was angry, here eyes sparked with it, and it took nerves of steel not to flinch. After a while, she had less of a mask, and she had laughed. Heck, once he saw her trying air guitar! Once, they had been full of life, her smiles true, and her laughter full. Now, her eyes were full of pain, her smiles were fake, and her laughs hollow. Every motion was guarded, and nothing could make her mask slip, not even Abby. Once, she said that she was over Somalia, and if he hadn't known her, he would have agreed. But somewhere, in the deep recesses of her soul, Somalia was not over. And the only way to let those demons out was to open the floodgates. So, he planned an all-night flood-fest, planning to get her to talk or at least show him a little of the true Ziva.
