Alright, this is the first NCIS fanfic that I've written, and I'm hoping that you guys like it. My version on how 11x01 and 11x02 should have gone, if DiNozzo hadn't gotten shot at, and Ziva had decided to come back with him.
Anyways, time for the disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. If I did, then I would be a very happy person.
Count to a million, he had said. She rested her head back against the wall of the bus. Well, she thought to herself, let's see if you make it.
By the time she got to a thousand, she was already at her childhood home, where she planned on staying.
When she hit ten thousand, he had texted her to let her know he was boarding the plane.
When she hit 150,000 his plane was stopping for fuel in Italy.
She was at the airport waiting for him when she got to 450,000. She had arrived early, ready to greet him.
When she got to five hundred thousand, she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her waist. At 500,002, he whispered in her ear, "Miss me, sweet cheeks?"
She spun around in his arms and whispered, "Always." Then she kissed him. The kiss was filled with passion, love, desire, longing, and hope.
When they parted for breath, she whispered against his lips, "You're early."
He grinned at her, "Couldn't wait for you to get to a million."
She smiled, and then leaned up to kiss him again. This one was filled with so much more. And it spoke of a promise of the future.
They broke apart again, and moved toward Ziva's car. Tony didn't even mind when she speed through the streets at a speed that would normally have frightened him. After all, they had a million kisses to make up for, and he was just as excited as she was to get started.