Perhaps One Day

So I really have no idea how many of these there will be. It seems that they have all taken place after each new episode, but then again I haven't been watching much NCIS lately because my life is keeping me occupied. I might get thoughts for new pieces here and there, so if I do they will be written out. If not, then you can probably expect one after each episode, I am just saying.

Title: Her Eyes

Rating: K+

Pairings: Tony and Ziva

Warnings: Spoilers for "False Witness" - though they are only slight.

Summary: He told her she had the eyes of a killer; she can't help but to be caught up in that. It is Tony who makes her realize that not everything can be based off of first appearances.

AN: I think these are all tying in together rather nicely if I do say so myself. They aren't exactly related, but like the episodes you can see some relation, yes?

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, nor do I own the beauty that is Pat Monahan's "Her Eyes" - seriously, go listen to that song like right now.

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Her eyes, that's where hope lies

That's where blue skies meet the sun rise.

Her eyes, that's where I go

When I come home.

- Pat Monahan "Her Eyes"

She knows she might be acting just a bit selfish, it is a tough time for everyone and yet she can't stop thinking about herself. It's more than that though, because the things she is thinking about deals directly with the people she cares most about. What must the think of her if a complete stranger can pinpoint her past with nothing more than a casual perusal?

Her foundation is shaken, and she hates how easily that can happen to her now. She blames her father, she blames herself, but most of all she blames the weakness that reside within her that she cannot overcome. She will not escape the path that she has walked down, there is no turning back and now shortcuts. She has to continue on and deal with whatever consequences come her way.

She doesn't dwell too long on her own feelings because she can't. Tony is going through something, and she knows that she can help him. She talked to him once; he pulled one prank that had her heart racing and her psyche reverting back to a time she would rather forget but she knows that things are not finished. She thinks that that might be part of the reason why she shows up at his door with a box filled with pepperoni and sausage pizza and a case of beer – also she knows that she has been missing his company, a fact she will not admit to anyone but him if he were to ask. She is beginning to feel like she can be around him again, and while she doesn't know if she can keep her heart from beating for him, she does know that they can be friends again. Like they once were.

"This is new," he tells her, and she feels her stomach clench in a way that causes her breathing to shorten. It's not new, not really. Once upon a time this would have been considered normal, once upon a time his words would not have caused her physical harm. She hates that they have come to this, though what 'this' is she does not really understand.

"People change, Tony," she mocks, because it is what they do; and it makes her feel safe from the demons she knows can easily be found within the green depths of his eyes. He is her greatest fear, her greatest weakness.

He opens his mouth with a retort that she knows will sting and she doesn't give him the satisfaction of voicing it. Instead she shoves the pizza box into his stomach and pushes passed him on her way to the couch.

She has two bottles of beer cracked and waiting for them when he finally sees fit to follow her, and the arch of his eyebrow is nearly unsettling. "What's eating you?" he questions once he is seated next to her, a slice of pizza halfway to his mouth.

She knows he is asking because she asked him; but there is a small part of her that wishes that he is asking because he truly cares. She has always been blind to matters of the heart, her father had once told her that that was why she would make a great Mossad Officer though he never once told her that it would cause her to fail as a woman.

"It is nothing," she replies somberly, and she flips to a channel that she knows plays movies all the time.

She doesn't know what is playing, and she can honestly say that she doesn't care because sitting here with him makes her feel just a bit better, she allows herself to relish in it for a brief moment. She can forget Jerry's words and instead focus on who she had been trying to become. Ziva David is an American now, and she is no longer some soulless killer.

Despite the fact that her mind has been trying to reassure her she is jilted back to that feeling she felt when she was first told she had the eyes of a killer. She didn't know what it meant, or what to think, but she knew that it was not what she wanted to hear.

She turns towards Tony suddenly, taking the beer from his hands and placing it on the table as he shoves the last piece of crust into his mouth.

"When you look into my eyes what do you see?" she asks, and her grip on his fingers might have become a bit harder than necessary but she needs honesty more than she needs anything else. If she is honest with herself she doesn't even remember taking his hand in the first place.

"Brown," he mumbles sarcastically over the mouthful of bread and she deftly finds a pressure point that sends that food lodged in his throat on a path straight to his stomach.

He coughs as he swallows, choking slightly before he meets her eyes with a searching look that she wants to hide from. She started this, and she needs to know so she doesn't back down. One thing she can count on is the fact that she would never back down from anything, it is all due to her stubborn nature.

There is silence between them filled with him staring at her and her staring at his shirt. She wants to know, but the painful quiet that surrounds them is nearly awkward enough to make her give up, but she holds strong and it is only moments later when she is finally granted with a reprieve.

"I see warmth," he says softly, and she nods because she can accept this. She didn't know what to expect really, but this is something she can deal with. Right now, anything is better than killer.

She is about to pull away from him and return her attentions to the movie when he speaks again, and her eyes are drawn to his because this is more open and honest than what they are used to. She wonders if he had been right about changes. "I see friendship," he murmurs and the smile on his lips nearly melts her. He holds her in the palm of his hand now, and she thinks that she might be okay with that.

His fingers curl around hers, and she is shocked to see something flicker across his gaze that he usually keeps hidden. She doesn't know what is going on but she thinks maybe the tables have turned on her, and she is no longer stressing over what Jerry said to her because she is too lost in Tony to even care. "I see love," it's a breathless murmur that causes her heart to pound and her eyes to widen.

Tony could always read her better than anyone, and with his face mere inches away from her own she thinks he can probably read her thoughts to. This makes her wonder why he hasn't kissed her yet, because for the past however long that has been all she could think about.

The ringing of his cell phone pulls her out of the moment, and when he relinquishes her hands she is not sure whether she is happy for the save, or angry at the interruption.

When Tony sits down next to her the air crackles, and she can feel that this is only the beginning of the changes that are about to take place. The excitement that wells within her is palpable, and all she can think now is that she can't wait. She knows it would be wise for her to run away from whatever it is that is happening between them, but like Tony had mentioned earlier: people change.

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Unbetaed, as is all my work.

I am enjoying these one-shots. They make me smile.

Thoughts are welcome. More than welcome really.