Never Too Late For Love Chapter 6: Believe, a ncis fanfic

A/N: Okay so yes it has been a few days since I've updated, I know, but I do have a life you know! I don't spend my whole entire day on my computer waiting for an idea to just hit me . . . I literally just wrote this chapter! Anyways, thank you reviewers who have been with me all the way through! I love you all! Now here is the next chapter! Enjoy and read and review . . . please . . . you can get yourself a virtual probie snack . . . and maybe, if it is an extra special review, I'll let you get it from the famous DiNozzo stash! By the way, they lyrics, which are in bold, are from Believe by Josh Groban! And yes, I know that it is a holiday song from the Polar Express!

Chapter 6-Believe

Believe in what your heart is saying. Hear the melody that's playing. There's no time to waste. There's so much to celebrate. Believe in what you feel inside. And give your dreams the wings to fly. You have everything you need, if you just believe.

Tony. What would I do without you? Ever since I came to NCIS, you have made me laugh. You were there for me, even when I thought I didn't need you to be; you've always had my back. You have always put your life before mine, no matter what; although you were still senior field agent, it was something more than just your job. After you killed Michael, I wanted to put a bullet through your chest; but I didn't. Something stopped me. I couldn't trust you; everyone I had trusted, had died, right before my eyes and I couldn't risk that with you. I believed that you were something more than my partner; my friend. I kept on believing; that is what kept me going; in Somalia; the only thing that was worth living for; you.

Wow. What a night; the first night in a long time that I've actually not been drunk; I actually go a good night's sleep. Wait, where am I? Right, I'm at Ziva's place; spent the night to make sure she was going to be alright. What time is it? Dang, how long have I been asleep? It's only 2:30 in the morning? Where is Ziva?

Tony got up off the couch in Ziva's living room and padded into the hallway. Bathroom, guestroom, closet, ah, here we go: Ziva's room. He walked over to her side and switched off the lamp; she had stayed up late reading. After placing the book to the side, he pulled the blanket over her carefully; after all, she was still recovering after nearly dying from a gunshot wound. Tony turned on his heels and headed for the bedroom door. "Tony?" "Ziva, you need your rest." "No, don't leave." "I'm not going anywhere Ziva; not if you don't want me to." "I don't want you to, Tony; I do not want to be alone." "It's ok, sweet cheeks, I'm right here." Tony returned to her bedside. Ziva moved over, allowing him to sit on the edge of the bed. "You really need to go to sleep, Ziva. You are banged up pretty bad." He kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight, Zee. I'll be right here if you need me." Tony said as he sat down in a chair beside Ziva's bed. "There is room up here, Tony. You have been sleeping in a hospital chair for the past three days, now come on. We are adults here, and I do not have cooties." "Ok, Ziva. Just for tonight." "Thank you, Tony. For staying with me." "No problem, Zee-vah." Ziva let out a little chuckle. "Goodnight Tony." "Night, sweet cheeks."

It has been a long time since I have felt this way; safe and secure. I could get used to this: Tony being right beside me, not leaving me in my time of need. He is here for me, no matter what; just like he always has been. I just didn't look deep enough; I didn't look past all the girls and one night stands and all of the jokes to see this sweet and compassionate side of him. Tony DiNozzo. A very catchy name; has that nice ring to it. Wait, Tony and Ziva DiNozzo. Ok, don't get ahead of yourself; maybe one day. All you have to do is believe.

When I was in Somalia, he is the one who kept me believing; no all I have to do is give my dreams the wings to fly and just believe in them; they might come true. My last one did.