Title: The DiNozzo Diaries 2: Planes, Trains & Automobiles
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance; humor; angst
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: From final two eps. of Season 6
Summary: Sequel to "The DiNozzo Diaries." Special Agent Tony DiNozzo's most private thoughts and desires revealed, chapter by chapter. TIVA. Warning: Intense sexual content in some chapters. No slash.
-------------------- The DiNozzo Diaries 2: Planes, Trains & Automobiles ---------------------
Amazing what a month of rest -- alone, without the hassle of a chick around -- can do for you. Ahhh... I feel great. Just like my OLD self. My single self. The guy who just got the weight of the world -- or at least a 120-pound ninja -- off his shoulders. So, yeah, I'm feeling like a million bucks.
Chest's all healed and Doc says I'm getting sprung from this joint today. About time. No, really, I'll miss it here. Been like a second home to me... NOT. Well, I will miss my hot nurse and all those favors she's been doing for me. Like getting me all the Jamaican Mocha coffee I wanted (not an easy task here in espresso town), snagging me the GOOD chocolate outta the vending machines and making sure to slip me a wheelchair so I could go visit with the ex while she's in all her comatose glory. Y'know, I gotta be honest: Seeing Jeanne like that, so quiet and looking at peace and still there in the bed... makes me think.
That this is how she should stay. Forever. So she can't raise the kind of hell she does when her eyes are open and that psycho brain of hers is working.
Figured since Doctor Doom was out like a light it was a good time for me to get some things off my chest -- you know, the one she put a huge hole in.
Gotta pack now for the plane ride home to D.C. Callen and Sam are my unofficial bodyguards until we hit the States and then they're headed home to La-La-Land. I'm gonna miss those guys. Sort of.
Note To Self: Pack you-know-who's stuff first thing when you get back to the apartment, box it up and airmail it C.O.D. to Daddy David pronto. He can pay the shipping costs.
P.S. To Self: The hot nurse is seeing the doctor. He grabbed her ass on the way outta my room just now. She giggled. GIGGLED.
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FREE. AT. LAST. Ha-HAH!
Moe and Curly are bringing the car around so we can head to the airport. The sooner I see Rome in the rearview mirror, the better.
Hope the in-flight movie doesn't suck this time. Should be a nice, long ride. With an open drink cart.
And some hot international stewardesses.
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Home. Thank you, God. Ahhhhh...
My own TV. My own movies that don't suck like that one we saw on the plane. "Land of the Lost"? You know it's bad when you want the Sleestaks to tear Will Ferrell limb from limb.
My own bed.
The sheets smell like her skin.
I gotta get everything of hers outta here tomorrow. Can't have it around. No way. You go back to Israel, Ziva, your stuff goes, too, baby, and...
Aw, now who the HELL is that at the door? I just GOT here! OK, if it's Abs, you gotta go with it and let her do her thing because she's glad to see you, Anthony. If it's Probie, set phasers to 'kill.'
"Boss?"
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See, this is the part I just can't get my head around.
The plane lands at the airport.
The car meets them.
They get in, they're headed to Tel Aviv for a little fun afternoon of chit-chat, Mossad-style.
Funny thing is, on the way there, instead of stopping for a train that's crossing the road the car just speeds up and plows into the thing.
Can't ID any bodies right off because... heh ... whole damn car's exploded into a million pieces. Boss says word is they may never find enough of anyone to ID. What a way to go, huh? Heh...
Oh, yeah. It's over. For real this time. Forever.
Because she's gone. For good.
Ziva's dead.
The other part I can't get my head around?
Why Gibbs didn't tell me.
For a month.