h-h-h-heyy everyone (:
So i've decided after three days of school i'm ready for holidays again. Really, any time now would be wonderful. :P
Oh and i wanted to take this opportunity to thank all my lovely readers and reviewers and everybody who has favourited or alerted so far. I realised i dont to that enough, so thankyou. Every review makes my day, and to know you are interested in my story is an amazing feeling.
Oh, and sorry to ramble on but just a quick shout out to mentalagent13, I couldnt reply to your review but thankyou so much for reviewing, im glad you felt that way about that chapter, it was one of my favourites.
Okay, enough talking, really.
Disclaimer: NCIS isn't mine, Tony's not Mine, Ziva's not mine, McGee, Gibbs, not mine, you get the idea.
She needs help.
His boss' words played over in his head. They hadn't been news to him, he knew she needed help, it was getting her to see that which was the problem. He was running out of ideas.
There was no way she was going to see a shrink, NCIS employed or otherwise. He could try and trick her into it, not tell her where they were going? Make up some scheme to get her into the office? Perhaps a witness needed to be questioned, one that just happened to have the title Doctor.
'Ha!' he let out a short, humourless laugh, yeah right DiNozzo, trick a Mossad-trained ninja assassin, he thought to himself sarcastically. Like that was going to happen. And besides, she always seemed to know when he was lying anyway, there was something in her eyes that saw right through him.
He just didn't know what else he could do, short of gong to shrink-school himself. Tony rolled his eyes at the thought of him going to work every day to sit on a couch and discuss feelings. It was bad enough having to do the compulsory psych evaluation every year.
Click.
A flick switched in Tony's brain. He knew what he had to do. She couldn't say no if she thought it was a job requirement.
She would hate him if she found out but wasn't it worth it? Wasn't it worth the risk to have Ziva whole again? Huh, why was he even asking himself that, of course it was.
Ziva felt a little crease form in her forehead. She had been watching Tony for the past 20 minutes and was still no closer to working out what was going on with him. He was sitting at his desk, apparently staring into space, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
A little while ago he had laughed. Not a real laugh, but one of those short, 'yeah right' laughs that people sometimes let out when they thought an something was so ridiculous it was borderline stupid. That was what had broken her out of her focused headspace and drawn her attention to him. She had tried to get back to work, but somehow paperwork and old case files just weren't as interesting anymore. So instead she watched him. Watched as he obviously worked through some problem or dilemma in his head, his expression changing every few minutes, rolling through a selection of confused, frustrated, resigned, before finally, about 6 minutes ago, settling on just plain thoughtful.
She was tempted to ask him what was going on but she was pretty sure he wouldn't tell her. Not here, not with McGee sitting only a few feet away and the possibility of Gibbs coming 'round the corner at any moment, it would have to wait. So instead she resorted to their usual routine, teasing and joking, in the hope that she could ease some of the tension visible in his shoulders.
'You know Tony, if you are having trouble in your head, you could always count on your fingers.'
She smiled at him when he looked up, pretending not to notice his slight jump at the sound of his name. She was having less trouble with the smiles these days. She found that the more she practiced the easier it was to pull up a grin when she needed one. She only wished she could put more feeling into them. Ziva knew a rehearsed smile when she saw one, she could only hope the others had less experience in the matter. If Tony saw through it he didn't say anything, instead covering up the troubled expression that had plagued his features only seconds earlier and answering her with a playful smile of his own.
'Actually Ziva, I was just considering giving you the privilege of finishing off this report for me, but just for that I'm going to do it myself.'
The smile that rose to her lips this time was genuine, she couldn't help it, his mock seriousness was enough to make her laugh for real.
'Oh, how ever will I survive?' she quipped dramatically. With an exaggerated eye role she turned back to her work, content that Tony would be fine, at least until she got the chance to ask him in private. She couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her face as she felt his eyes on her.
Click.
Another piece fell into place.
So i was thinking about it, and i know Ziva seems a little mood swing-y right now but she's confused, and trying to put the pieces back together, this is just how i figured this situation would go. Her trying to cover it up, sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding. Just thought i'd give you some idea of where i was going, dont want anybody getting confused now do we? :)
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