A/N: So, basically, you'll all know that I've been on hiatus for a while. I decided that all I want to do for now is write little bits here and there, and that's where the idea for 'Tiva Files' lodged itself in my mind; ever wondered what our favourite 'should-be-couple' get up to when they're together/ or heart-wrenchingly apart for that matter? Well…me too, let's find out shall we?
"Tony?" Ziva murmured his name in her slumber, "Tony." She was reaching for him but something always got in the way in her dreams; this time it was a sand storm. They were in a desert in Israel, trying to navigate their way back to Tel Aviv. Somewhere along the way they had gotten lost – maybe Tony had taken the compass and led them to this death trap – and now the winds were picking up as the day descended into night, and Tony's figure was disappearing before her very eyes. Ziva reached her hands out for him, but the sand whipped and stung her fingers. Every second his form disintegrated faster, and Ziva felt herself gradually disappearing with him; her breathing was fast and coming in ragged spurts, as if being sucked out of her. Then he was gone. It felt like dying.
She woke up at her desk with a start. Gulping down the fresh air like it was water she assessed her surroundings. McGee was there. Gibbs' coffee was there, and that was good enough. Then she noticed Tony was gone, and she began to die all over again.
A/N: Ha, that took a bit of a deep turn. Meh, that's what love is. I also took a creative writing module at university this year, let's hope it has had a positive impact on ma writing skillz. Send me any queries or whatever, I'm probably going to continue regardless, but your thoughts all matter to me!