Carry te Home-James Blunt

He is walking for over two hours.
-Damn! I'll never find her... -Tony says.
He see a man, first he looks just like another man, but there is something in his eyes that disturbs him.
Tony follows him, the man runs to a corner where there is an old swimming pool.
They are in a dark and wet room, the same dark and wet room where Ziva was. But she's not there, Tony doesn't see her. He only sees the man, with that evil eyes pointing his gun.
-Looking for someone?-The man asked.
-Where's she?!
-She? Who?
-Ziva. I know that te have her...
-Your little friend is not here.
In the...

Here is a little something I have written. I know te guys might be sick of me Scrivere Tony's POV,but I just get a kick out of his thoughts! Some of this stuff might be a little off,it is about Tony's mom's side of the family. Disclaimer-the usual,dont own it,but want it.

I stepped through the doors of my Aunt Eleanor's house,thinking of what to say.

"Tony,where are we?" Ziva asked as she furrowed her brows.
"My childhood." I answered.

Ziva shut the car door and ran to my side. She stepped in only to be checked out da my younger cousin Rooney. He was only 12.

"Anthony DiNozzo Jr.,where have...

I own nothing , including the people this article.

The sound of knocking on the door woke her up.She had dreamed that Tony finally detto the words, I Amore you.Ziva got up and limped to the door,she opened it and it was Tony. He had brought her coffee.''Hey, sleepy head.'' he detto with a cute smile.She opened the door and detto ''Thanks.''

He gave her a grin, and asked ''What did ya dream about?'' She looked up at him with a confused look. ''Come on everybody dreams about deep secrets, what was yours?'' ''A man.'' She detto with a smirk. He dug in his giacca pocket ,and pulled out her favorite...

If te give a girl a gun,

She'll want something to shoot.

So you'll have to get her a target.

While she's shooting, she'll remember her first mission.

She'll also start remembering her first partner,

And she'll want to find out how he's doing.

So you'll get a McProbie to hack into Mossad,

So she can find out where to send a letter.

As she's Scrivere the letter, she'll remember that time she killed a man with a pen.

She will chuckle to herself, and you'll ask what's so funny.

She'll tell te it is nothing, and she will finish the letter.

You will walk down to the mail room together,

But on the way,

She will...

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own NCIS. So disclaimed.

My therapist told me that if te want to inspect something thoroughly simply hold it in your hands. It slows us down da affecting our perception. When he detto it I laughed and asked him “What am I suppose to do? Grab the girl and slowly twirl her around while never releasing my grip?” Ha! And he thinks I’m the one in need of a therapist.

10:00 pm

It was funny… all the things te noticed about a person if te watched them long enough. The small things; some done out of habit and some done when they thought no one else was watching....

Author's Note: This is my first shot at publishing a work of fan-fiction on my own. I Amore to write and Role Play. I hope this comes out well.

The Cast lista in my fic is located here:

NOTE: I have added characters who are deceased on the mostra to add più depth to the story and provide a good balance between Good/Bad Guys

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except My Own OC’s, which will make appearances throughout this work.

NCIS:

Leon Vance (Director, NCIS)
Ross W. Plant (Assistant Director, NCIS) +


(SAIC) L. J. Gibbs
(Sr. Agent) Anthony D. DiNozzo
(Jr. Agent) Timothy McGee
(Field Agent) Dwight J....

chapter 3 yay i realy like the way this is going but i really want to know what te guy want also
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tony’s pov
Loud Musica was blaring in the apartment when he knocked on the door when they finally opened the door the girls were mad even più mad then they were before and when he got up the nerve to ask if he could come in he was hit on the back of the head hard
That is when they registered the ding and there furious expressions turned to livid ones
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ziva and abby ‘s pov before tony arrived
When...

A/N: I apologise for the delay between the chapters, I've had exams and alot of school stuff do. Thank te for everyone who has reviewed, added my story as an alert o favourite and read it. I apologise if I have any spelling mistakes o whatever, despite me being fairly good at English, I often miss things when I reread my work. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: Tonight da Enrique Iglesias featuring Ludacris.
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A/N: Thank te everyone who reviewed,you all rock! Y'all definitely brought a smile to my face, the più feedback – the fast I update. Apologies for any spelling o grammar mistakes, just eager to get this forno and done with and didn't spellcheck – will do later. Advice? Listen to song while reading, gets te into my state of mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Song: In My Veins da Andrew Belle.

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OKAY. HERE'S THE DEALIO.

THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO WRITE. HEBREW IS SOOOO CONFUSING. I HATE Google TRANSLATE. ANYHOO, IF SOMETHING'S WRONG, CORRECT ME.

I KNOW THERE ARE NO QUOTATION MARkS. SORRY. NOT ADDING 'EM ALL IN.

ENJOY.

Tony was bored. Really, really bored. There were no cases, only mountains of paperwork. Stealing a glance hat his brilliant ninja partner, he noticed she was simply sitting there, as bored as he was, also. He grinned and shot her an IM.
שלום זיוה (Hello Ziva)
She gave him a strange look at his use of Hebrew but answered him anyway.
Cosa vuoi, Tony? (What do te want,...

Another sleepless night, another note, another giorno without Ziva. He didn’t know if he could deal with anything other than another rescue. He folded & unfolded the paper in his hands, replaying the words in his head – Flight 646 6:20 pm accompanied da the words te won’t want to miss this. He looked at the clock… only 8:45 am. What the hell was he supposed to do for the successivo 9.5 hours?

McGee and Abby stood around the corner, out of Tony’s line of sight whispering quietly. “Timmy he doesn’t look good. He hasn’t slept, he won’t eat and he hasn’t even showered. I’m starting...

so I'm dead tired right now, but i have NO other time to write before the deadline, and i have no idea what I'm Scrivere yet, so here goes nothing. ;P sorry if it's too ooc for some of ya, but it just worked out better.

Disclaim: if i ran ncis, tiva would have happened in season three, so i obviously don't own it. ;( plus, Michael would have had to suffer A WHOLE HECK UVULA LOT più THAN HE DID!---sorry, I'm in a really anti-rivkin mood. ;/

******Friday morning.**********

Ziva heard the faint ping of an elevator approaching the squad room floor. she adverted her eager eyes to the fonte of the...

amaro and Blue- 1462 words

Tony had been recitazione strange for the whole day.

It was almost like he didn’t want to work.

Not that that was weird for Tony, as normally he spent his hours lounging back on his scrivania, reception chair and shooting spitballs at McGee. But this time…it was different. It was almost like he was late for something. He was trying to use any excuse he could think of to get out of the office. Ziva’s mind worked in overdrive.

At midday

The sun beat down on their backs as Ziva clicked the camera around the crime scene.

    “DiNozzo,” barked Gibbs, “Go to your...

----"Can't unsay what te hearrdd....'cause te heard me right. And i won't try to fight 'em back o hide my feelings for you, I unapologiizee!"--Carrie Underwood, unapologize. aka, best song EVER! seriously, I will give te props once i figure out how if te listen to that song!!!!

disclaim: Don't own NCIS - Unità anticrimine o anything but some dvds and the reruns i watch. o songs. sorry, it's the sad truth ;( ONE DAY, Don Bellisario!

****Friday Morning****

---"Why hello, my overly late partner! May i ask why te are late?" the womanizing movie freak that was tony dinozzo inquired of his partner.

"see, that depends....

She can't sleep. She tosses and turns, flips, and falls off the letto sometimes, but she doesn't sleep. All she can see, all she will ever see, is the tears that nube, nuvola her vision as the blood spills from his chest.
It has only been two hours and she has already cried enough tears to fill the Nile River twice over. The whole team has tried so hard, but she will never, EVER forget the look on his face as he realises what is to come.
She hates it. She hates everything. Everything that has ever caused her pain. Ari. Michael. Her father. Saleem. And now, this.
She sees the explosion. It replays, over...

His eyes flick up, every now and then, simply watching her.

She teases him, twirling a bit of hair around on her fingers where he can see it.

He wants to grab it, desperately, but his teacher will see, and his teacher hates flirting. Of any kind.

Twenty years later, he is in the same predicament.

Except now, she isn't twirling her hair o biting her freshly painted nails.

She's aiming a gun directly at a killer, telling him to get up and put his hands behind his head.

Normally he'd be watching her from behind...

If he weren't lying underneath another guy.

So he appreciates the view from below.

Her mocha...