He flipped the emergency switch and turned to Ziva. Her brow was wrinkled in confusion. "Tony...", she began. He placed his finger to her lips to quiet her. "But Tony I don't underst....", she whispered. "Ziva just listen to me for a minute. Ever since Du came waltzing in with your tough girl attitude, cargo pants and your worldly experiences I had this feeling that we were meant to be. But what do I know about suff like that? Nothing. So I ignored my feelings Tag after day, week after week, Monat after month, but I just can't do it anymore." He stopped to take a breath and almost fearfully...

A/N: Just a short one-shot inspired Von “False Witness”. I own nothing.


From hands and hearts


With another snowy evening in D.C, another Tag ended for Tony. But it was the first time in the last few days that he felt actually pretty good. Not the sort of good his was used – DiNozzo-good – but it was still a huge improvement. Unintentional Brenda Bittner had puzzled him; making him think about his entire life, the past years and all the One-Night-Stands he had had. Midlife crazy.
He was about to switch on TV, when someone knocked at his door. DiNozzo wondered; he hadn’t expected visitors...

Ok please, please don't judge me to harsh on this. I was up till 3 am Schreiben this and then my little brother deleted it all, and I am in troubles for screaming at him, so this was better until I had to re-write it. And don't bother Lesen this if bad spelling and punctuation bothers, Du because I am not going to check this over and over again, just to get it right. I did that once and it got deleted, so oh well. This is my first Fan fic so i hope Du like it
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It was almost mid-night and Aiva was ready for a night at Home with a good book, when...

DISCLAIM-seriously? y'all get it Von now. Don Belisarrio and I are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Therefore, i own NOTHING to do with Navy CIS except DVD s. oder anything else i mention in this article. so yeah, stop Lesen this and get down to what u actually clicked for.

don't get confused, the beginning is the same. this just has the middle and end of it :)


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PROLOGUE: An older gray haired man entered, and immediately all eyes went on him. He was almost never here, but he was the most famous man in the building. Everybody knew he was here for one thing, and...

Disclaimer-Nope, I do not own NCIS,only some small gifts.
I have noticed that a lot of people do Ziva's POV,so I am going to write a Tony's POV.

He dragged himself up the wooden stairs to his apartment door. "Another waisted day, DiNozzo." he sagte as he figeted with his key. He through his gear onto the small couch, where he noticed he still had not read the biography of the Autor to Deep Six.

Tom E. Gemcity

He skipped the part about boring McGee's life, and then saw how the characters came to life.

Agent Tommy and Agent Lisa were created Von two people I admire very much. They will remain...

Rating - K/K+
Word Count - 1396
Small Summary - This is basically Tony and Ziva's reactions to what happened in Masquerade, and the aftermath. Oh yeah, italics indicate flashbacks from the first part of the story. I got really into this fic, but as the Tag progressed, I found myself less impressed with my Schreiben ability. XD So here goes.......

Persistence of Memory

He gently grabbed her forearm. "Come on, Ziva, please, don't go", his voice croaked with desperation.

She looked at him, her eyes not masking her fear. Her fear, not of the past, but the here and now. What could be. That fear also encased...

After much, much procrastinating, I finally came up with a beginning to this chapter, which was supposed to finished some months ago!

It may suck, but I only just finished the McGee and Abby part of this chapter so bare with me :D

So.... comment, rate but most of all... enjoy! It would make my day!

DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately, do not own NCIS, just the DVD's. I think I can handle that... for now. Muhahahahaha. Anyway.... xD

Sometimes, Always

ABBY'S LAB

McGee stolled into Abby's lab and plonked himself down in front of one of the many computers. "Tony and Ziva are stressing me out, thought I'd come...

Ziva sat with her hands clasped, legs crossed, as she watched Abby get ready. "Tonight will be amazing, don't Du think?" Abby squealed, slipping her earrings in.
"Abby, it will be, but I never thought I would see Du wearing white."
"Me neither, Ziva." She turned to face her best friend and sighed."What do Du think?"
"Oh, Abby, Du look great!"
"Yeah, but is it too much?" Ziva suppressed a sigh. This was Abby's big day, and she should be worried.
"Honestly, my sister was Mehr of a fashion expert than I was. Abby, Du look amazing."
"You sure?"
Ziva smiled. "I am sure."

Abby's wedding was a dream...

DISCLAIMER: Du know the deal :]

TONY'S P.O.V.
Things were looking up for us for once. It'd been two weeks of boring old paperwork and Ziva and I were finally back in business. I didn't know how great of an idea it was to be fighting on the roof of an apartment building in the middle of a thunderstorm, but hey, at least I was punching people!
Behind me, my ninja was doing exactly what she did best, and that was be a ninja. I heard what sounded like a person drawing a messer and thought it must've been one of Ziva's- but I was wrong. A moment later, I heard a gunshot, and, ten agonizing seconds...

"I guess there's no need to ask how Du got here, huh?" Tony sagte absently. "What is wrong Tony?" "I was thinking about Kate. I think about her less now, but every once in awhile a thought creeps into my mind." Tony told her. Ziva giggled, "Thinking about her naked again Tony?" He turned away, and all he sagte was "No." Ziva reached out and touched his arm gently, "It is okay to miss her Tony. She was your partner and I am sure that Du will always remember her." "Kate was so different than Du Ziva. Sometimes I don't know how we got along at all, she didn't like confrontation and she was a...

"Tony maybe tonight would not be a good night. I understand that Du have questions, that Du would like to talk to me but..." Ziva paused, "we will talk Weiter week. Pick a day. I will make Du dinner." "Really?" Tony exclaimed. "Okay, I may not make dinner, but we will talk." She held up her hand, "I promise." "Back to your car it is then little lady," Tony responded. Dropping Ziva off at her car was hard, he'd wanted her to come Home with him, he'd wanted to talk to her about his feelings... their feelings and most of all he'd wanted to make passionate Liebe after holding her most of the night....

“...and don’t forget, take lots and lots of pictures, don’t kill each other...oh, Tony, you’ve got to try that little cafe I told Du about! They have the best biscuits; well, not biscuits, but whatever they call them in France…”
    Tony and Ziva blinked at Abby, slightly exasperated, but smiled to her as the door began to shut. Just then a streak of red-tipped white shot into the elevator. Tony sighed as the door opened again.
    “And one Mehr thing. Stay safe,” Abby pronounced firmly, her gaze raking them both and lingering on Ziva...

A/N: A bit of a small chapter, sorry. Ah... Enemies Foreign is airing in less then 48 hours! :)
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"I think I'll take that coffee now."

Tony and Ziva walked along the streets just outside Navy CIS with the sun hanging low in the sky - among the dark grey clouds, both having half-filled coffee cups at hand. The growls of thunder became Mehr dominant as...

Author's Note:

Came up with it a night oder two after Outlaws and In-laws. It was a dream at first, I only remember some parts. I was annoyed with myself that I can't remember the other, so I thought up of something to fill the empty spaces.


I know it's kinda cliche, but I Just want to share. My shipping instincts, apparently, are still very alive, even in slumber. When I'm not satisfied with my dream, especially when I forget a lot of parts of it oder when it's interrupted with me waking up, the creative juices just flow.


My dream, which has become a fluffy day-dream.



Sorry for the blabbering! Okay,...

Ziva is happy they skipped the movie, even though she knows it only confirms what he fears. Tony was right! Since they moved back here, she had only left the house to visit her former employer, once, and to go with him to bring her daughter to school where she sat in the car, four out of the five times. Her anxiety was rebuilding with the growing of her belly. The first week she hadn’t let Tali out of her sight, oder even out of the house. Occasionally both of them had companied Tony to visit his father in the nursing home. Now that Senior had recovered and Tali would soon be starting first...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Navy CIS oder any of it's characters. That is the genius that is Don Bellisario.

Tony edged his way through the elevator door, holding the multiple coffees in one hand and Abby's Caf-Pow drink in the other.
“How do Du do that?” McGee asked.
“He doesn't know.” Gibbs spoke suddenly, making Ziva jump.
“Gibbs! Coffee?” Without waiting for an answer, Tony handed Gibbs a coffee.
“Thanks.” Gibbs said. He took a sip. “Come on. We have a dead Marine in southern Pennsylvania. McGee-” he tossed him the car keys-”You're driving.”
McGee smirked and led the way out of...

Disclaimer-I am not affiliated with Navy CIS oder CBS.
I do not have any part in creating in these characters, nor do I own them.
Rating-T
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Anthony entered the building with less swagger and less spring in his step. Mondays were basically torture for him, it ended his weekend that was filled with bier and trödel, schrott, junk-e- food. As soon as he placed down his gear, Ziva started to snicker.
"What?" he snapped.
She looked up from her computer screen.
"None of your business." she retorted hatefully.
McGee watched the bicker and realized the intensity in the bullpen. Tony stared intently at Ziva, and she ignored him....

She was so aggravated with him. Aggravated at the moments that he could see right through to the obvious facts. The moments where he would simply sit & stare at her, knowing that the shield she had been oh so solidly holding up for months was dangerously close to be broken. These moments were ... overwhelming. Moments of weakness for her, moments that she didn't have often. But she could not afford to be weak. Gibbs made it clear to her that she; the old Ziva had died in Somalia, so why could she not admit she didn't feel right? Maybe it was the stares of sympathy? The way people had begun...

AN: Just a Zufällig surge of imagination, while Idiot's Guide Bücher were on my mind.

AN 2: Fanfic is inspired by:

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Step 1.

Avoid seeing him/her. Some situations are unavoidable, such as if Du work together oder have a class together, but avoid going to the same hangouts oder other social places Du know he/she frequents…

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For people like you, who have known each other for Mehr oder less 5 years, this...

Chapter 2: Rude Phone Call

Ziva felt Tony’s eyes following her every movement. It wasn’t until they finally reached her apartment door that Tony’s eyes finally shifted away from her backside to lock onto Ziva’s exotic brown eyes, the eyes that had captivated his imagination ever since he first met the Israeli. He searched them for reassurance, to be certain that Ziva really did want to be with him. To be with him, and no one else.

Gibbs may have gegeben them his permission, but they still would have to keep their romance outside of the office and off the field. Tony understood that.
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