Author's Note: This was supposed to be short, but it decides to take my fingers hostage, and y'know, there's not much you can do at that point. I literally got 20 minutes sleep last night, because I had three separate stories swirling around my head, so I eventually gave up and wrote this whole thing in about two hours. My first fic, so please don't crucify it. Also, I had to re-upload because I messed up a lot, so if it comes out weird, it's probably my fault.
Rating:
K+. There's a bit of swearing, but nothing major. If it needs to be
changed, tell me in a review and I'll fix it.
Summary: Tony
looks back on his time with Ziva as she waits with Lieutenant Roy
Sanders. Pairings: Tony/Ziva
Warnings: Really minor language, no
explicitness whatsoever.
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'Falling in love with a dying man?' 'The look on your face says you are.'
That look… So vulnerable, caring, worried… Every word I tried to match to it didn't quite seem to fit. But there's Ziva for you, she doesn't fit in a box. She kept up a hard front, but every time I saw that look on her face it reminded me that the crazy ninja chick had feelings, real ones that I could never joke about.