A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They are loved! However, there was confusion in the last chapter, brought up by a reader ( and though it is unsigned and I can't personally reply, I am doing so now) that I think needs to be answered.
Review: "I liked the first chapter. But this one, I'm not sure makes sense to she knows Tony was trying to protect her, why is she still mad at him and why can't she trust him? He almost died for her. What is it she thinks he is lying about? I'd like to think Ziva is way smarter than this. She would not continue to blame Tony for the mess. She knows her father and Michael used her and they're the ones that lied to her and the ones she can't trust."
fanof tiva: I agree with your review. Ziva IS smarter than that. But you have to understand, those are her thoughts at the current moment. She is still a bit confused, but she does know that her father and Micheal used her (which i obviously failed to convey in the chapter, sorry!). She is angry at Tony for not only killing the man she loved, even if he was using her, but for besting a Mossad agent ( as state in the show's season finale), even if he was drunk. So she thinks maybe possibly, Tony could be lying about what happened, even with Ducky stating his alcohol level was at twice the legal limit. As she had said before, they are trained to kill even if they are drunk off their ass. Because she doesnt exactly KNOW what happened, she has to take Tony's word for fact. There in lies the mistrust, anger and lies. In her eyes, Tony has lied before. (Season 4...undercover..) and could be lying again. She knows she can trust Gibbs now, as well as McGee (which is why she called NCIS, not her father). Tony however, she has these issues with. Because though she was used, she fell in love. And love sometimes blinds things.( one of the basis for this fic)
I hope that answers your question. I'll try and make it more clear in the future. In fact, I didn't exactly like the last chapter either because I couldn't convey everything I needed and wanted to in a way I saw fit to make everyone understand. However, now that we are past the first two chapters, things will get humorous (sarcastic humor- my fav!) and a bit more light hearted sorta…. Things will click in place, promise.
I have the next chapter of Fighting Back (HP fandom) up….for those that read this and that too…
Song: Don't Stop Believin' Words by Journey, Sang by Cast of GLEE. (sorry, but I prefer GLEE's verison over the original, sorry, guys… just don't knock it unless you download it… Cast of Glee- Don't Stop Believin'… all words are still the same as Journey, but to me the duet sounds better.
Now, enjoy! (after the ridiculously long A/N has ended).
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"It's as big as a whale, Ziva, not dinosaur," Tony corrected as he snapped a photo before looking over his shoulder, knowing she would being staring at him in annoyance.
"It is still a big crime scene, Tony. Whoever did this did it for a reason."
Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
"It's a park, Ziva. Of course it is big. And the body parts could have been spread by the wind."
She snorted. "Sometimes I think you really are as dumb as you look," she told him. "Honestly. Body parts being carried off by the wind?"
"That would have to be a mighty strong wind, DiNozo," Gibbs commented on his way past to interrogate Ducky.
"Yea, well, boss, you..." he trailed off as he realized Gibbs wasn't listening. He frowned and took more pictures.
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere
McGee came up holding a plastic bag. "Think I got what could be the murder weapon." He held up the bag, which held a small surgical instrument.
"What is that thing?"
Ziva brushed passed and raised an eye. "They use it in hospitals to cut you open. I'm surprised you don't remember it, having dated a doctor," Alright, so that had been a low blow and she could tell by the look on his face she had hurt him.
"I never actually saw her work," he muttered as he snapped McGee holding the bag and then the bag itself. He heard Ziva mutter something and raised an eye in her direction, a small smile on his face. She grinned and rolled her eyes before heading towards the truck.
A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
McGee watched the exchange with interest. Since Ziva's return a month ago, things had been different. He had known they would be, but this was just not what he had in mind. Ziva being rude towards Tony without remorse or teasing and him just taking it or not laughing it off was not the usual. And those secret smiles or whatever they were- what was up with those? It was as if there was an invisible barrier between the two that they didn't want to tear down. Or maybe it was because they couldn't move said barrier? He didn't know, but the tension filled silences and secret glances they gave each other was starting to wear on his nerves. And probably Gibbs' too. It was as if the two of them were never friends and barely knew each other….
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
McGee looked towards his boss, watching write in that old notebook he still used. He wondered when Gibbs was going to move into the twenty-first century and starting using technology to his advantage. Then he shook his head. Gibbs would never change. He'd been the same demanding boss for almost seven years now and McGee was sure he'd never get a grip on new technology. That was why Gibbs had hired him for. But still maybe someday…..
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
He watched as Ziva ignored Tony as he attempted to talk to her and saw Tony frown and shake his head before walking off. Whatever was going on there, he didn't know, but he hoped it would end soon. There were times, like he just witnessed, that one of them would ignore the other, and then there were times like earlier, when they would talk but be nothing but insults or below the belt blows to each other. What the hell? McGee sighed.
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
Packing up his own gear and the rest of the equipment, McGee determined he was going to ask Tony what was going on with him and Ziva. And that wasn't going to be easy as any answer Tony gave would be either irate or he would laugh it off as a joke. But McGee had learned to read between the lines, angry ones or joking ones.
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people
woahhh, woahhhh
And though things were not perfect right now, McGee couldn't help but pray that things would go back to normal. But he also had the oddest feeling that things would get worse before getting better.
Don't stop believin'
Hold on...
Streetlight people
Ohhh, woahhhh
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people
He shut the back of the truck and got in the front with Tony, Ziva already in the back. He sighed again. This would take a while, whatever it was, to resolve itself.
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A/N: I know this was supposed to be up last week, but FF had some issues and I wasn't able to log in for a few days! J SO now that I can.. Here it is… How do you like it?