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

AN 2: Fanfic is inspired by:

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Disclaimer: I promise I'll return them by midnight.

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Step 1.

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

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

Disclaimer-I am not affiliated with Морская полиция - Спецотдел или CBS.
I do not have any part in creating in these characters, nor do I own them.
Rating-T
Enjoy!
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 пиво and утиль, барахло, мусор 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....

DISCLAIMER: Ты 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 нож 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...

A/N: A bit of a small chapter, sorry. Ah... Enemies Foreign is airing in less then 48 hours! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: Say When by The Fray.
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"I think I'll take that coffee now."

Tony and Ziva walked along the streets just outside Морская полиция - Спецотдел 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 еще dominant as...

Ziva sat with her hands clasped, legs crossed, as she watched Abby get ready. "Tonight will be amazing, don't Ты think?" Abby squealed, slipping her earrings in.
"Abby, it will be, but I never thought I would see Ты wearing white."
"Me neither, Ziva." She turned to face her best friend and sighed."What do Ты think?"
"Oh, Abby, Ты 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 еще of a fashion expert than I was. Abby, Ты look amazing."
"You sure?"
Ziva smiled. "I am sure."

Abby's wedding was a dream...

Ok please, please don't judge me to harsh on this. I was up till 3 am Письмо 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 Чтение this if bad spelling and punctuation bothers, Ты 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 Фан fic so i hope Ты like it
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It was almost mid-night and Aiva was ready for a night at Главная with a good book, when...

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

This is my new Tiva fanfic. At the beginning of each chapter is the name of a song that the story contains. Hope Ты like it =)

Midnigth Bottle-Colbie Caillat

There he is, back from Mexico.
-Hey, McGoogle!!!-Tony says with his big smile.- Hi, Zi...-He looks to Ziva's стол письменный, стол and doesn't see her.-Where's our crazy ninja?
-She's not here.
-Really?... I didn't notice that McGeek!!!...
-No, I mean she's not here, in D.C.
Tony feels nervous.
-Oh... She's not in...
-Calm down Tony, she's not in Israel. She's New York, in a mission.
Tony takes a deep breath.
-What kind of mission?
-I don't know. Ты have to ask...

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...

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...

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


From hands and hearts


With another snowy evening in D.C, another день 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...

DISCLAIM-seriously? y'all get it by now. Don Belisarrio and I are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Therefore, i own NOTHING to do with Морская полиция - Спецотдел except DVD s. или anything else i mention in this article. so yeah, stop Чтение 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...

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, или 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...

i got a really good idea when i was riting this so here it is insted of making a long ending i decided for this to be the end of the first of the vs series yay dont hate me for the ending sorry
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Ziva’s pov
Once we got the girl to the hospital the girl had stopped crying I thought that she had gone numb by that time so would I
Tony was feeling better and I was sitting in the back with him and the girl that I had found out was named magan is in the front with abby driving
I was in the back with tony and we are all forgiven
When we got out of...

Okay, I wrote this after I’ve seen the promo for “Jack Knife”, so it’s a bit AU. I wanted to post it, but then I Остаться в живых it in my files, don’t know how it happened myself. Now I found it again and decide to post it. English isn’t my mother tongue, but I hope there aren’t too many grammar and spelling mistakes. I really tried to sort them out, but if there are one, they are mine. Hope Ты like it. (I Любовь comments, so please tell me what Ты think.)
Maybe Ты know it, I’m sure Ты do, but unfortunately I don’t own NCIS, it’s sad, but I can’t change it. : )

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In a sort of a...

At the sight of Tony she hurled herself into his arms. He gladly took he in and started shhing and rubbing her back when she started to cry again. He picked her up bridal style and walked to his постель, кровати laid her gently down and held her and he could've swore she was whispering "Tony, how could you?"

Ziva's pov

I woke up in his arms. The man I love. The man I won't dare дата because I am too afraid of what my father или Gibbs will do to him. The man who risked his life saving me in Somalia. The man who I had just had a nightmare about dieing in my arms. I woke up in the arms of Special Agent Tony...

Whew! This took a while. I don't know if this is what happens when you're hungover, but I wrote it anyways! NOTE: This is, I think, my first Tiva fluff. I'm not the best at it, so no criticism!

The moment Tony sauntered in that morning Ziva knew it would be a good day.
The very first thing she realised was that Tony had a wicked hangover. Normally Tony was a slightly serious funny guy, but hung over, the seriousness was gone. Gibbs knew this, and told them, “No paperwork. Ты can thank DiNozzo tomorrow.”
So they resorted to throwing Конфеты into each other's mouths while Gibbs relaxed in his...