So I'm toying with the idea of maybe a sister-story of drabbles based off of other songs on my iPod...but if I decide to do so, it won't be for a while yet, so who knows. Its just that I keep coming up on different songs that inspire me to write something. Anyhow, next week is class break! So I will actually have a bit of time to write, and I'm shooting to update everything. Or at least to try. Fingers crossed.

Time-line: later into the show, but no spoilers.


For every dream you made come true, for all the love I found in you, I'll be forever thankful baby.
Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion

Staring was rude. She had heard that many time since coming to America.

But did it really matter if the object of interest was unaware? she wondered, not for the first time questioning customs of the Western world. When she had been with Mossad, it never mattered how much someone would stare. Often times, it was even a good thing - chances were you would find what you were looking for, if you looked hard enough.

Here, however, she was not looking for any sort of answer, but simply to take in the view, illuminated by the soft moonlight that filtered around the curtains at the window.

Abby lay on her side, facing away from the Israeli, the thick blanket hooked around her elbow, leaving her wife-beater clad shoulder to face the cool air of the room. With her cheek resting on her hand, Ziva simply studied her lover, noting the slight differences in the energetic goth between awake and sleeping.

Her face was lax and content, instead of the mask of intense concentration that she often wore. She shifted slightly, mumbling something too quiet for the brunette to hear. That wasn't too uncommon; Abby was generally as restless in sleep as she was awake.

Smiling softly, Ziva trailed her fingers along the exposed part of the goths arm, her touches feather light. Abby stirred again, and after a moment, Ziva leaned forward, to wrap her arms around the other woman, placing a soft kiss on her slightly chilled, but smooth skin.

She received a breathless sigh.

"Ziva."

Abby's voice was hoarse, and thick with sleep, but Ziva didn't pay it mind. She hummed in acknowledgment, and Abby shifted herself so that she could see her companion. Due to the lack of light in the room, her eyes were darker than normal, and for a moment Abby let herself get lost, before she blinked.

The Israeli was neither aggressive nor insistent, but simply impassive as she returned the gaze, a spark of fire in her eyes.

She was very good at waiting. True to her nature, however, Abby was not one to procrastinate on acting, a fact that Ziva greatly appreciated as the dark haired woman leaned up to kiss her, twisting herself as best she could so that they were mostly facing. Ziva matched Abby's gentleness with her own, having shifted when the other woman did. Her left hand was resting at Abby's waist, thumb idly brushing back and forth against the bare skin she found there.

Moments later they pulled apart, and Abby gave the other woman a momentary look of puzzlement.

"What are you up to?" she murmured. Ziva gave a small smirk instead of answering, laying back down.

"Just thinking."

"You think in weird ways," the goth informed her.

A silence stretched between the two.

"What are you thinking about?" Abby finally added, and Ziva smiled at the curiosity.

"I do not know."

She heard the other woman scoff in the dark.

"Oh, I'm sure."

Ziva blinked at the dry tone that wasn't usual for the goth. Sarcasm, yes. Cynicism, sometimes. Scientifically, almost constantly. But not typically dry.

"I did not mean to wake you."

A breathless chuckle from beside her.

"Yeah, okay."

For a moment Ziva almost felt bad that she had woken the other woman up.

Then again.

"Fine. You want to know?"

"Yes, I want to know."

"I like this."

A moment of silence.

"This what?"

"All of it."

More silence, and Ziva glanced to the side, meeting Abby's darkened green eyes that were studying her intently.

"It is just...well, the life expectancy for a Mossad officer is not very long, I am sure you can imagine. And the chances of finding someone to spend that time with is just as impossible. Lifelong relationships and Mossad rarely coexist."

Abby propped her head up slightly, letting her companion ramble on, a habit that was highly unusual for the Israeli.

"So, I do not know. It is a very new experience - never in my life did I think that I would find someone who I both wanted, and was able to, spend my life with. I was not even sure I would make it this far in my life."

Another pause of silence.

"Where did all this come from?" Abby wondered aloud, curiosity once again winning out.

"I do not know," Ziva answered, honestly. "I cannot explain it, but it just feels right. I like that feeling."

It was the goths turn to stare, although both of them were aware of it this time.

"You're very strange, Ziva David," Abby informed her, lying back herself. She allowed a brief moment for contemplation before continuing. "But I like it."

Ziva's chuckles sent small vibrations across the mattress, and Abby smiled at the reaction. It was fate, she decided. Who on earth would wake up from a perfectly contented sleep, at two in the morning to have an offhanded, although serious, conversation about relationships?

No one but them. There was a quick movement on her right, and immediately, Ziva was holding her again, pressing a light kiss to the base of her neck. The affection caused Abby to smile.

"Ziva?"

"Yes, Abby?"

"I like it too. The feeling."

She felt more than saw Ziva's smile.

"Good night Abby."

Another pause of silence.

"You sure this time?" Abby asked, tone playful. "You're not gonna wake me up again right when I fall asleep, will you? Because I know I don't sleep a lot, but let me tell you, that doesn't mean I don't like it when I actually do sleep."

Ziva's laugh was contagious, and it took several moments before they quieted again.

"You really would like to sleep Abby? Even though we do not have to work tomorrow?"

"What else would you suggest?"

Ziva's head tilted to look at her companion, the mischievous glint back in her eyes.

"I am sure we could think of something else to do first," she all but purred her answer, before kissing the woman's neck, as if to make a point. Abby drew an uneven breath as the implications hit her.

Really, sleep wasn't all that important, she decided. They did have tomorrow, after all.


Okay, honest opinion, do I write these, weird? Because I feel like each drabble turns out very different from the song that I listen to when I write it.