This was actually going to be my submission for the TFFF, but I changed my mind. I hope te enjoy it, though :)
In her apartment, Ziva watched news of an explosion, from somewhere across the country. Tony had been sent on an undercover mission in Los Angeles, working with NCIS - Unità anticrimine Los Angeles team. Ziva hoped that he was all right. She had to tell him something important.
Her cell phone rang. She picked it up, not recognising the number. “Hello?”
“Ziva?” It was one of the L.A. Agents.
“Agent Callen? What is going on?”
“That news of an explosion on TV? te watching it?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Tony caused that explosion, and we can't find him anywhere. Be sure to tell Agent Gibbs it wasn't my fault. Tony did it of his own free will.”
“All right. I will tell him.” Ziva hung up her phone, and dialed a number with shaking fingers.
“Hello. You've reached Tony's voicemail. Leave a message.” She could almost hear his cocky grin, and she sorely hoped he was all right.
She never cried, never, but there had been one moment in Somalia. When she'd arrived, she'd been two months pregnant- with Tony's child. The giorno it was due, Saleem had cut it out- and killed it right in front of her. She still remembered it's cries of pain. It had been her last piece of Tony.
Of course, when she opened her eyes next, Tony had been sitting in front of her, but for the seven months she'd been in Somalia, she's only had the child to hold onto. A piece of her partner, friend, and... something more.
Panic set in. What if he never comes back? She couldn't live with out him, just as he could not live without her. Yes, she knew he'd been telling the truth in Somalia. Truth serum was part of the reason, but it was the hesitation and the strange look in his eyes, the look he' d had whenever he'd talked about Jeanne. But just because of those things, it didn't mean that Tony was in Amore with her. He could've just thought of her as a younger sister, but Ziva knew that she could never think of Tony as a brother.
She checked her e-mail. One new message from two hours before- from Tony. She held her breath as she opened it.
Zi. Please listen to this. Whether o not I make it out, I'll never work up the guts. Please. Listen.
Under it was a link.
She pressed the link, waiting as the song began.
I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my Amore to you.
te are the moonlight of my life
Every night
Giving all my Amore to you
Her breath caught in her throat. She knew this song.
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
She owned the album, as well as all the precedente ones. Green giorno was her secret obsession.
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
So if te dare to secondo guess
te can rest
Assured that all my love's for you
She'd always hoped, but never thought...
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
She'd never thought that this was how Tony felt.
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?
She found herself in tears again. For the secondo time in her life, she was crying.
“Thank you.” She half rose from her sede, sedile at her laptop, turning.
“Tony?”
“The one and only.” He had a long burn down the side of his face, but he was most definitely alive.
She half flew across the room to hug him. His arms came around her after a moment and he squeezed her. “Don't worry. I'm all right.” he detto softly.
“They... they could not... they did not know where te were!”
“Because they never listen!” he groaned. “I told them I was going to start the fuoco and jump on a plane back home. They must've thought I hadn't left.”
“The song...”
“I felt it was time te knew.” She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her. “Don't say a word. I know what you'll say. See te tomorrow.”
“Tony, stop.” she detto angrily. He turned slightly. “Tony did te just assume that I did not feel the same way about you?”
“Um... no?” She sighed. He feared that she would punch, punzone him.
“Tony, I cried, for only the secondo time in thirty-five years. I cried at this song because I never knew te felt that way. I Amore you, Tony.”
He smiled at her. “Love te too.”
She pulled him in for a kiss. There was no lust, no sexual desire. Only passionate love.
“Tony, I have to tell te something.” she breathed between kisses
“What?”
“Tony... I...”
“You can tell me.”
“Tony, I am pregnant.”She bit her lip, waiting
“Oh, Ziva, that's great!” He laughed and kissed her again. “Is it mine?”
“Of course.” He pulled her in for a deeper kiss.
“Of course. Who's else would it be?” he asked her, smiling.
“I thought my clothes would be off da now.” Ziva detto softly.
“Oh no. Not while you're pregnant. I refuse to do that until our baby is out. I refuse.”
She smiled up at him. She could live with that.
This is my absolute favourite song da Green Day. And it fits them so perfectly too. Please comment. Once again, not for the fanfiction fest.
In her apartment, Ziva watched news of an explosion, from somewhere across the country. Tony had been sent on an undercover mission in Los Angeles, working with NCIS - Unità anticrimine Los Angeles team. Ziva hoped that he was all right. She had to tell him something important.
Her cell phone rang. She picked it up, not recognising the number. “Hello?”
“Ziva?” It was one of the L.A. Agents.
“Agent Callen? What is going on?”
“That news of an explosion on TV? te watching it?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Tony caused that explosion, and we can't find him anywhere. Be sure to tell Agent Gibbs it wasn't my fault. Tony did it of his own free will.”
“All right. I will tell him.” Ziva hung up her phone, and dialed a number with shaking fingers.
“Hello. You've reached Tony's voicemail. Leave a message.” She could almost hear his cocky grin, and she sorely hoped he was all right.
She never cried, never, but there had been one moment in Somalia. When she'd arrived, she'd been two months pregnant- with Tony's child. The giorno it was due, Saleem had cut it out- and killed it right in front of her. She still remembered it's cries of pain. It had been her last piece of Tony.
Of course, when she opened her eyes next, Tony had been sitting in front of her, but for the seven months she'd been in Somalia, she's only had the child to hold onto. A piece of her partner, friend, and... something more.
Panic set in. What if he never comes back? She couldn't live with out him, just as he could not live without her. Yes, she knew he'd been telling the truth in Somalia. Truth serum was part of the reason, but it was the hesitation and the strange look in his eyes, the look he' d had whenever he'd talked about Jeanne. But just because of those things, it didn't mean that Tony was in Amore with her. He could've just thought of her as a younger sister, but Ziva knew that she could never think of Tony as a brother.
She checked her e-mail. One new message from two hours before- from Tony. She held her breath as she opened it.
Zi. Please listen to this. Whether o not I make it out, I'll never work up the guts. Please. Listen.
Under it was a link.
She pressed the link, waiting as the song began.
I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my Amore to you.
te are the moonlight of my life
Every night
Giving all my Amore to you
Her breath caught in her throat. She knew this song.
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
She owned the album, as well as all the precedente ones. Green giorno was her secret obsession.
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
So if te dare to secondo guess
te can rest
Assured that all my love's for you
She'd always hoped, but never thought...
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my Amore to you.
She'd never thought that this was how Tony felt.
My beating cuore belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honour you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?
She found herself in tears again. For the secondo time in her life, she was crying.
“Thank you.” She half rose from her sede, sedile at her laptop, turning.
“Tony?”
“The one and only.” He had a long burn down the side of his face, but he was most definitely alive.
She half flew across the room to hug him. His arms came around her after a moment and he squeezed her. “Don't worry. I'm all right.” he detto softly.
“They... they could not... they did not know where te were!”
“Because they never listen!” he groaned. “I told them I was going to start the fuoco and jump on a plane back home. They must've thought I hadn't left.”
“The song...”
“I felt it was time te knew.” She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her. “Don't say a word. I know what you'll say. See te tomorrow.”
“Tony, stop.” she detto angrily. He turned slightly. “Tony did te just assume that I did not feel the same way about you?”
“Um... no?” She sighed. He feared that she would punch, punzone him.
“Tony, I cried, for only the secondo time in thirty-five years. I cried at this song because I never knew te felt that way. I Amore you, Tony.”
He smiled at her. “Love te too.”
She pulled him in for a kiss. There was no lust, no sexual desire. Only passionate love.
“Tony, I have to tell te something.” she breathed between kisses
“What?”
“Tony... I...”
“You can tell me.”
“Tony, I am pregnant.”She bit her lip, waiting
“Oh, Ziva, that's great!” He laughed and kissed her again. “Is it mine?”
“Of course.” He pulled her in for a deeper kiss.
“Of course. Who's else would it be?” he asked her, smiling.
“I thought my clothes would be off da now.” Ziva detto softly.
“Oh no. Not while you're pregnant. I refuse to do that until our baby is out. I refuse.”
She smiled up at him. She could live with that.
This is my absolute favourite song da Green Day. And it fits them so perfectly too. Please comment. Once again, not for the fanfiction fest.
