A short little poem about the partnership between Tony and Ziva. I own nothing!
If I fail
can I trust you to pull the trigger?
If I am confused,
will you kindly explain?
If I prevail
will you be there to celebrate?
If I get injured,
will you be there to have my back?
If I fail,
I trust you to aim your SIG at the shooters
flickering orbs of sea-green at me,
before pulling the trigger for revenge
If I am confused,
you do not show me anger and annoyance
but smile and explanations
through kindness and a tease
If I prevail,
it will be a team effort of two
a partnership so delicate
a truce between opposites
you'll applaud the loudest
If I get injured,
I know that you will be there,
in the field to watch my back
by protecting those I can't
when I lay with no guardian
appearing out of nowhere you will
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