A/N: This was based on the iPod challenge, but I got a little carried away. :) I couldn't stop typing for some of them, so they're not super short, but they're definitely not long. This is my first dive in NCIS fandom, but I've written fics for House, Bones, Crossing Jordan.... Anyway. This is for a few of my friends, Dennis and Fry, for convincing me to write, and Megan, Zach, Andy, and Dijana for our little world of NCIS at school. It may be a little OOC (that's what I get for reading a lot of OOC fanfics), and it might be a little off in some places (I haven't seen every episode), so feel free to correct me. Not beta'd. They're all related to songs, but sometimes my mind wanders, so they won't necessarily fit with the song. (Any song suggestions, and I'll try and write one for you.)
Fifty points to the person who can spot the Bones refrence, and twenty to whoever has seen the knife commercial in the first one. Five to whoever spots the (obvious) refrence to NCIS crew, and five to all that read. Twelve million to anyone that reviews. I mean, hey, I have more of these somewhere, if I get enough reviews...they're up here. Have any questions? Ask. Corrections, writing or otherwise, would be amazing. Thanks, Deschanel.
1 IT HAD TO BE YOU- MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK
His eyes darted from the wall to the television, poking the macaroni on his plate. A movie played, muted, on the screen, but it didn't hold his interest. Pulling the fork to his lips, he immediately regretted it. He wasn't the best cook, and there was no one around to cook for him. He threw the fork onto his plate, the metal colliding with the glass of the plate, breaking the edge of the plate with a loud thunk.
Maybe that was why he always had a girl over- everything just seemed… He didn't know what it was. But now...now he couldn't eat his food, his movies were boring, and he found himself staying up until the very early moments of the morning, watching commercials advertising 27 knives for only $19.99. It was a scam, he knew, but he couldn't sleep. Not after Jeanne. It was all just…mundane. Boring.
He needed someone, he decided somewhere between watching the knife commercial and giving five dollars to the needy children in Africa. He needed someone, but it wasn't Jeanne. Not anymore, not again.
It was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was someone he'd always been around. He felt like the pieces of the puzzle had come together almost completely some years ago, but he couldn't pinpoint, not consciously, when it was or how exactly it had happened.
It was Ziva. He needed her, the last piece to his crazy life puzzle. He couldn't have her. She was a coworker, a Mossad agent, and they worked for Gibbs. It was wrong on so many levels- Eli David's levels, Gibbs' levels, Vance's levels…It just had to be her, didn't it? The one that couldn't happen, the one that was forbidden and impossible.
They do say, though, he thought, that what doesn't kill us makes us who we are.
2 A SONG FOR YOU- ELLIOTT YAMIN
Tony sipped his drink slowly, letting it slosh around in the cup. The air smelled of alcohol and fruit, the faint scent of ocean water overpowered. "You're acting funny, Tony," the bartender said to him, throwing him a danish. "What's up?"
"Nothing, Ray, nothing," Tony replied, ripping a piece of danish off and putting it in his mouth.
"It's Bermuda, boy, all those Marines you're with…they're all over these women," Ray nodded toward the women in the corner, "You're on break. Have some fun."
"I can't," was Tony's short reply.
"Got a wife at home? Girlfriend?" Ray smiled, "Someone better looking than the Caribbean women behind you?"
"In my opinion."
"What's that mean, Tony? You think you've got a girlfriend? A wife?" Ray tossed another drink to Tony, wiping off the counter.
"No, Ray, she's my partner. I work with her." Tony ripped another piece of danish off, savoring the taste.
"And that's why you're not going after some of the hottest women on the planet, because you have a lady partner back at NCIS?" Ray took Tony's old glass, tossing in the back. "You got it bad for her, don't you?"
Tony didn't reply. "What's her name?"
He took a swig of his drink, then, "Ziva."
"She sounds hot, Tony," Ray said, smiling. "She hotter than those women?" He nodded toward the women again.
"She's better than hot, Ray," Tony replied, ripping off another piece of danish. "She's beautiful, drop dead gorgeous." A smile played at the corners of Tony's lips."Aw, man, you're goin' soft on me," Ray said, grinning. Tony chuckled in response, watching Ray wipe down the counter.
"Nah," Tony said. A pause, then, "Maybe I am. But it's not so bad. She's…she makes it feel right."
"Softie."
"I still got a little of the old Tony in here."
"Yeah? Where? Underneath the fuzzy bunnies and red roses?"
"Her attitude, Ray," Tony said, "She's beautiful, but her attitude is hot." Ray chuckled, "You know, she can kill someone dozens of ways with just the stuff on her desk at work. She's a trained assassin for Mossad. She's freakin' feisty."
Ray smiled, then, "So now you gotta tell the assassin that she made Player Tony turn into Lover Tony."
Tony smiled, liking the sound of that.
3 SEE YOU AGAIN- MILEY CYRUS
His smile was deceiving, but his eyes were convincing. The look on his face gave him away, and the words escaping his lips were etched in sexual sarcasm, but the cracks, ever so small, in his voice made her chuckle. She had heard rumors about him, he was a player. Was this his game? Was that really it?
He'd act charming, with undertones of sarcasm, to get them interested without being a downright perv, and then reel them in with a smile and glowing eyes? Is that really it?
She fought her own thoughts, trying, with no avail, to convince herself that it wasn't enough. To convince herself that he wasn't her type at all.
It was enough, a perfect 10 on her scale, and that was why she applied for a transfer to NCIS from Mossad.
4 TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR- TAYLOR SWIFT
Her eyes dart from the case report between her fingers to the smile on Tony's face. "Andrew Ryan was known by his victims to be extremely charming and good looking, but, as his third victim, Kathy Reichs, stated, he breaks more than hearts. Reichs is his only living victim."
"Yeah, Sarah, I'll be there at eight tonight…Mmhmm, Morgan's on J street…. Can't wait for tonight, either, babe." His cell phone, his second one, was held between his ear and his shoulder as he flipped through papers on his desk. "Bye, baby."
Ziva scowled. In the late hours of the night, when she'd normally be sleeping, she might admit that she's jealous of Sarah, but not now.
Tony hangs up the phone, and notes the look that's been plastered on her face since he'd dialed Sarah's number. "Something you'd like to tell me?"
Ziva smiled, leaning over her desk to mimic his position, "No, Tony. Just that Andrew Ryan reminds me of you. No one gets out alive."
5 I'M ONLY ME WHEN I'M WITH YOU- TAYLOR SWIFT
She couldn't see herself going back to Mossad. Not anymore. Sure, her family was over there, and missions brought her to wearing pretty dresses and sneaking around in some of the most beautiful places in the world. But it also reminded her of Tali and Ari and death. It reminded her of missions where her partners didn't come out alive or she was afraid she wouldn't either. It reminded her of the training and torture and emotionless necessities, and she hated that.
It wasn't because of the frightening memories that plagued her, though. It was her family. It was Gibbs and McGee and Abby and Tony.
Tony. He wasn't death or torture or stealthy movements. He wasn't Ari or emotionless or pain. Every day she put her life on the line in DC, not unlike in Israel, but unlike Mossad, NCIS gave her hope. Tony was there, he would protect her. If he couldn't, she'd go down knowing that if she was still an officer for Mossad, a deadly assassin against other deadly assassins, at least she'd had Tony to lighten her day.
6 BREATHE- TAYLOR SWIFT
He stood at the end of her driveway, drenched in rain, a look of despair in his eyes. He shook uncontrollably from the cold, but he didn't move--he couldn't move.
She turned the key in the ignition and put it in drive. She whispered something in Hebrew, almost not noticeable even to herself. In her rearview mirror, she watched him watch her, hitting the gas.
She was really gone. She wasn't coming back. Mossad and Israel got her back, and Tony lost one of NCIS' and DC's best. His hair matted to his forehead and his clothes fell flatly against his body, limp and heavy with water. He couldn't let her go, but he couldn't do anything to stop her.
She never got further than around the corner, where she stopped along the side of the road, turning off the engine. Her head rested against the steering wheel, her hands still on the sides. Within minutes, the few tears that had escaped from the corners of her eyes turned to raucous sobs, uncontrollable. She fell asleep crying that night, the window her pillow. Tony fell asleep against his window, still at the base of her driveway, in his car. She couldn't leave, but they had to let go.
7 INVISIBLE- TAYLOR SWIFT
She had been right. He couldn't live the rest of his life with Jeanne Benoit as Tony DiNardo, the teacher. He couldn't live the lie that he'd adopted for so long. He just couldn't.
Ziva knew him too well…she knew just what to say and how to say it.. She could tell him, with the perfect look in her eyes, that he was fooling himself and that he wouldn't be able to love Jeanne the way he loved her undercover because now she knew… Jeanne resented what he did, and nothing would be the same.
Tony agreed, slowly and carefully, with what she had told her. It was what she hadn't told him that meant the most, though. She cared. Ziva worried for him, just as he would worry for her.
It was in the slowed seconds that she had confronted him that realization hit him. Jeanne didn't really, truly know him. She could say the words Ziva said to him, but the meaning, the conviction, that Ziva said them with…he knew she meant them. Ziva knew him, Jeanne didn't.
He hung his head solemnly as he walked away. Jeanne may have made him smile, but it was Ziva that saw his eyes sparkle then, and that was what was important.
He never told her, and she must've felt so… invisible.
8 ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE- COUNTING CROWS
She laughed into his chest, "Really?"
His lips curled into a smile, "Yeah, Zee, it's got the best stuff ever."
"Well, come on then!" Ziva pulled lightly on his arm and ran towards the stand.
Tony caught up quickly, smiling. "What're you gonna have?"
"Pick something for me, Tony."
He came back minutes later, holding a triple chocolate fudge ice cream in one hand, and a strawberry ice cream cone in the other. Holding the strawberry cone out to her, he said, "This is their best."
"My favorite," she said, "How'd you know?"
He shrugged, "It must be love." Tony and Ziva laughed into the twilight.
9 ONE WORD- ELLIOTT YAMIN
"McGee," Ziva started, "how would you describe me?"
"Uhh…" McGee fumbled with the papers in his hands.
"Just a few words or something. How do you see me?"
"Well, uh, you're… you're strong and dedicated, very… determined and a good investigator. Why?"
"Just wondering."
Gibbs walked into the bullpen just as McGee left, minutes later, and Ziva got up from her desk and followed him to his desk. "Yeah?"
Ziva leaned on his desk with both hands, but removed them when he glared at her. "How would you describe me?"
He cocked his head to one side, but without missing a beat, "Fired, if you don't get back to work."
She nodded, then went to go see Abby.
"Really cool. And smart. Deadly," was Abby's response to Ziva's question, followed by a rant that could only be stopped by a dinging of one of her machines.
Ziva waited for Tony to arrive, and Abby gave them an update on their case.
Tony and Ziva got into the elevator then, and Ziva turned to look at him, "How would you describe me, Tony?"
In a second, the elevator was stopped and dark, Tony's hand still on the button. With a swift move, though, it was wrapped behind her, his arms at her waist. She blushed, and he pulled her closer. "How do I describe you?"
"Mmhmm," Ziva replied, words not reaching her.
He pulled her in, kissing her. Slowly, upon their release, he replied, "One word." He kissed her again, "Amazing."
10 LOVE YOU OUT LOUD- RASCAL FLATTS
Gibbs had caught them once. It was dark and rainy outside, nearing 9:00. Ziva had grabbed her bags, throwing her case files and Abby's result papers in her desk drawer, and hooked her gun into the holster at her waist.
Tony locked up his files and gun in his desk and clicked off his computer and monitor, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "Ready, Zee-vah?" He held up a navy blue bag from behind his desk, holding it out to her. "We have reservations at Bellisario's at 9:30."
Ziva viewed the dress in the bag, nodding. "It's pretty."
He threw a lazy arm around her, stopping. "Thank you, milady." Tony pulled her closer still, planting a kiss on her lips.
Just as his lips touched hers, a hard smack greeted the back of his head. "I don't care if it is your six month anniversary, or that no one else is here. You're still at work. I don't wanna see it."
Speechless, Ziva stood, still wrapped in Tony's arms. "How'd you know, boss?" Tony finally asked.
"You wanna get head slapped for getting together too, DiNozzo?" He shook his head, "Day's over, you can leave."
"Thank you, Boss."
11 GOD BLESS THE BROKEN ROAD- RASCAL FLATTS
What were the odds, really? What were the odds that Anthony DiNozzo, former cop turned NCIS senior field agent, and Ziva David, Israeli Mossad agent and trained assassin who was sent to protect her half-brother after a death, would meet? He figured the stars must've aligned perfectly for that to happen. He loses one of his own, and in walks Ziva, as casual as ever, to protect the killer. Of course, he'd hated her at first, but…she was Ziva. She grew on him.
His life had been crappy, and so had hers. Sitting back, watching their daughters, Talia and Nadia, play with Goth Barbie and Secret Agent Barbie on the floor, he smiled. It was a long, broken road, but it ended at Ziva. She made it all worth while, and he wouldn't change a thing.