Hello all!
My dearest friend and 'adopted' little sister, Sophie (Anonymous003) has requested I dish out more NCIS fanfiction (even though I truly CANNOT come close to comparing to her Tiva-genius), and because she is truly awesome, I am...attempting...something. This. Whatever this is.
To let all know: The title has nothing to do with the story. It is my dedication to Sophie for her awesomeness and friendship! This fic is truly for you Sophie Mei!
Also: I own not. Please sue not.
Also again: I apologize in advance for terribly short chapters that may or may not seem to be going anywhere.
Thank you all for reading this Author's Note so far.
I hope it does not discourage you from reading the actual fic below. ;)
Her hands stilled on the keyboard.
Ziva David sat silent, her eyes hovering into distant nothingness as they stared at the computer screen in front of them.
She clenched her jaw. It was midday, and it was yet another day of silence from her CIA-lover. He had left four months ago on assignment.
Complete separation. Utter silence. No information to be found. Off the grid.
"Confidential Operation".
She bit her lip.
Right.
The small empty jewelry box sat huddled in the back of her desk drawer, practically mocking her. If ever he were to return with something to fill it with aside from a 'promise', what would she do?
If Ray in fact asked her what said box implied….
Would she….
Did she want that? Yes.
With Ray? Maybe.
If not this man who seemed to truly and wholly love her, then who else?
She wanted normalcy.
She wondered if her gentle but secretive CIA agent could promise her that.
"Ziva. Movie tonight?"
Her eyes suddenly refocused, darting past the screen and across the bullpen, following the deep and inquisitive voice that snapped her from her pathetic pity spell. Tony DiNozzo sat, elbows propped on his desk, an eyebrow raised inquiringly at her. A small (hopeful?) smile crossed his features.
She felt her chest tighten without warning.
It had been quite awhile since the last time her partner had invited her to join him in his favorite hobby. She remembered how fun it was, sitting in his living room with a bowl of Bar-B-Que chips and a beer, laughing at whatever ridiculous film he had playing on his flat-screen T.V complete with surround-sound to "increase the movie-theatre experience".
She also wondered how many times, in more recent months, E.J had sat in that same spot on his sofa eating from the same bowl…..
Except that E.J had not called Tony in almost two months. The most he had gotten were a few text-messages that seemed discouragingly too plutonic.
Ziva did not want to admit that this knowledge…..relieved her.
He cleared his throat and she realized he was still looking at her, waiting for an answer.
She found her breathing grow shallow when his brow lowered and his eyes suddenly narrowed darkly.
He always looked at her that way….when he seemed to know what she was thinking.
"No….thank you, Tony. Not tonight."
And just like that, she could feel her fingertips again.
They flew across the keyboard and she and Tony did not speak for the rest of the shift.
More A/N babble: More to come, and probably in short intervals because I love ending chapters with no warning for no reason. Please don't hate me.