A/N: Here's my little songficcy story...with the song She Could Be by Corbin Bleu. This chapter is obviously Tiva, just like most of the stuff I write...anyways. I realize that in the first verse he actually means American football (sorry, my three weeks in Germany really made me think football is a better name for soccer).
The scene where Tony and McGee are arguing about sidekicks and Ziva says McGee is more handsome just came on...I love how she just slips back into the team banter.
Disclaimer: NCIS and She Could Be are not mine. They belong to Donald Bellisario and Corbin Bleu, respectfully.
She comes inside
Been playing football with the guys
She's all high fives
And dirty footprints on the floor
Tony watched as Ziva walked in behind him from the soccer game many of the agents had just played. Her muddy shoes left smaller footprints than the guys did, but she fit right in giving high fives to both her teammates and the other team. He laughed as he remembered the argument the two of them had had just before the game, over the name of the game. She had some pretty good arguments for calling it football.
Next thing I know,
She's hanging out
She's got her dress and high heels on
And we're alone, I couldn't ask for nothing more
Undercover was a good way to spend time alone with Ziva. They were sitting at a restaurant, waiting for a suspect to come talk to them as their waiter. But Tony was having trouble focusing on the case – she was so beautiful in that dress. And the heels. She always looked killer in heels. He smiled inwardly at the connotation of that word – killer beautiful, not killer-Mossad-killer.
And I love
(I love the way)
A simple smile reveals it all
She calls my name...
He watched her laugh at something McGee said as he answered the phone on his desk. He had missed her smile while she was in Israel and Somalia. Wait, she wasn't smiling anymore.
"Tony! Tony!"
"What?"
"Where have you been? I've called your name five times already."
She could be all I'm ever gonna need
She's like a beauty queen
In just her t-shirt and her jeans
She could be just the one I've waited for
Could be a perfect score and more
She could be, She could be, She could be
Mmmhmm
He loved when she was dressed down in just a T-shirt and jeans. She made everything look beautiful, even the old oversized NCIS shirt she was wearing just now because her had gotten blood on it during their case. He couldn't believed he'd never paid much heed before to just how a big a part in his life she played.
It's Friday night
And her friends are home by nine
We hit the show, tip the bouncer, skip the line
They were going out for drinks, just the two of them. McGee was sick with a cold, Abby had opted out with no reason, and Tony hadn't asked Ducky to go. Once the others said no, he decided he would have some alone time with Ziva. She found it hilarious that he tried to get the bouncer to let them through by showing his badge. The man took one look at the casual clothes they both wore and shook his head, holding out his hand for their entry fees.
Next thing I know, we're out the door
And now she's dancing in the rain, a fragile flame
Under the pale blue colored light
She had dragged him outside where they could actually talk, but now she was dancing again, to the resonating music from inside. She had never danced in front of him before, and now she was dancing all by herself in front of him…beautiful. He knew he'd been using that word a lot to describe her lately, but it was all he could say.
Oh, I love the way
This girl is not afraid to fall
She calls my name...
(She's callin' out to me)
He knew how strong she was. One of the strongest people he knew. But she wasn't afraid to show her emotions anymore, the way she had been when she first got to NCIS. And he loved it. Loved it all.
That one in a hundred million
A secret the world's been keeping
The music that keeps repeating,
Keeps repeating inside your mind
Like an angel on your shoulder
That makes your colors bolder than you dare
And you want to take her everywhere
She was his one, his only. His soul mate. He knew it now, knew it as if it had always been a given. He had loved before, but never this deep, never this sure. She was what made his world. This was why he'd needed to get her from Somalia, even if he hadn't exactly known it himself. She was his guardian angel, his everything. And he didn't know how to tell her.
A/N2: Like it, hate it? If you have any song suggestions for any pairings or anything you'd like me to write about, just tell me!
