Fic: Just Another Assassin (1/maybe two I don't really know at this stage.)
Title: Just Another Assassin
Category: NCIS
Character(s): Tony D. & Ziva D.
Genre(s): Romance/Angst
Rating: Rated: T
Summary: Tiva Angst. Tony finds a one-way plane ticket to Israel for Ziva. He
isn't happy. Strong T for language as in ‘I drop the f-bomb a frak load.’.
Possible spoilers but mainly speculation. Enjoy! :D
11:17
Just Another Assassin
Tony/Ziva ANGST.
Spoilers: Possible for end of season, aka, my speculations. Various flashbacks.
Rating: Strong T for language as in ‘I drop the f-bomb a frak load.’
Fuck.
That was all he could think.
Fuck.
He was royally pissed. Royally as in, ‘so pissed he was ready to kill the Queen of freaking ENGLAND even though she had nothing to do with this’.
---
“Tony!” Ziva called. “Tony! Come get back here, we need to talk!”
“What, ZIva, what do we need to talk about? How, oh, I don’t know, you were going to leave without telling me? How I was going to be left here not knowing what the fuck had happened to you when I come back in tomorrow?” He was furious, completely furious. He’d found a plane ticket to Israel, a one-way plane ticket to Israel. For Ziva.
“Because it was easier Tony, because this way I wouldn’t have to face you, to tell you that I was leaving. I honestly didn’t want to be the one to tell you!”
“Why Ziva?” He demanded. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“Because I-“ She turned around and stormed off, her hair flowing behind her as her hips swayed with the steady beats of her heels against the concrete of the car park.
Fuck.
“Ziva! Ziva!” He ran after her. He ran until he was a step behind her and grabbed her by the hand. “Ziva, why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I-Because, Tony, I am Mossad, a professional. I don’t let my feeling interfere with my work.” She spat.
“What feelings Ziva? Since when have you felt anything, for anyone!” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, he didn’t even believe his own statement.
She looked at him, just looked. She watched every move he made, but he didn’t, his gaze stayed locked on her eyes.
She walked, she walked away from him, once again letting her heels smack against the cold concrete as she almost ran to her car.
“Zi-Ziva” He once again ran after her. He grabbed her hand. “Zi-“
Within a moment she had him pinned to the ground. “Touch me once more and I swear Tony, you will regret it.” She relinquished her grip and left him there as she walked the last few feet to her car.
---
Fuck.
That was all she could think.
She snatched the rubber band off of the counter and tied her hair in the tightest bun imaginable.
She was an idiot. Really she was. She accepted and knew that. She just wished she’d realized it earlier so that she didn’t have to admit it to everyone else.
Fuck.
---
He’d left thirty-seven messages…actually he hadn’t, he’d almost left thirty-seven messages but had chickened out when he heard the beep that re-directed him to voicemail. He’d tried to think of an apology, he’d been scared. He hadn’t been thinking.
---
Neither had she.
---
Ziva David had never ‘broken down’ in her adult life and she wanted to keep that record clean. This was one of those times when she was, even in only her own company, too proud to let any emotion show. Yes, she was Mossad, and, yes, she was a professional, but despite all of that she had let her feelings interfere with her work. Many times.
“Gunshot goes off, I see you-“
She was tired of pretending that she was an emotionless shell, she had been alone for so long she had trouble opening up to people. She had a family now and she still was unable to open up to any of them, even Abby. She hadn’t told any of them about her plans to move back to Israel and she wasn’t planning to. She knew that she would not be able to face them; she knew that she would not be able to handle their reaction, whether it was that they were sad, or if they were glad that she was leaving. She had hoped with all of her heart that she could stay; late at night when she couldn’t sleep she would think of her family and how they were all going to grow old together or some other cliché. She knew that this wouldn’t happen, she knew that she had to runaway, leave everything behind and just forget all of them, until she was, once again, an organism, a shell of a person, just another assassin.
---
It was two thirty am and Tony could not sleep. He had been home since nine and had been icing his lower back and ankles until he went to best at one.
He was an idiot. Really he was. He accepted and knew that. He just wished ’d realized it earlier so that didn’t have to admit it to everyone else.
He was an idiot for not realizing it earlier.
---
It was three am when Ziva’s doorbell went off. She could act like she was asleep and not pick up. What if they have a key? Well why would they be ringing in the first place? To be polite? Who the fuck thinks ringing a doorbell at three in the morning is polite? Tony? Fuck.
She got up and went to the phone. Picking it up she heard the ever-familiar voice of one Anthony DiNozzo.
“Why didn’t you tell me Ziva? We’re partners.”
“Well, maybe, just maybe, I did not want you to know everything about my life Tony!”
“I-“
“You know what Tony, forget it! I’m leaving and that is all you need to know.”
“Zi-“
She hung up.
---
After three hours sleep Ziva awoke to the sound of traffic, as per usual, but today it was different, this would be the last morning that she would wake to blaring horns and screeching tires.
Ziva had a total of fourteen hours until she would be on a plane back to Israel. Fourteen hours to be ready to leave behind another life and restart her old one as an assassin. Fourteen hours to say good riddance to everyone she knew, to sever any connection she had made, to erase any trace or footprint.
---
Ziva walked into her kitchen and checked her voicemail.
You have two new messages.
“Message one. Message received today at five thirteen am.
--Ziva, please, just hear me out. You are my partner, I care about you, hell, everyone at NCIS does, and I’m not saying that they care about you any less then I do but you are my partner after all. Please, please re-consider going back. You have a family here, and we care about you more than anyone else could. Everyday you risk your life to keep us safe, you-you have saved me more times than I could count and one day once I figure out that number, I’m going to strive to save you that many times.
I know that I shouldn’t have come by this morning but-I-I couldn’t just let you leave, no one wants you to go. None of us. And if you do go you’ll leave m-us heartbroken, w-we love you, honestly and if it weren’t for you I think we all would still be down about Kate. You are the strongest person that I, let alone the rest of us, know. You have faced death and mayhem, and you still carry on with your life. You changed us, all of us. You filled a void that none of us thought could be filled and if you leave now, or ever, I--we’ll never, never, be able to get over it. You have been to large a part of m-our lives and we all need you so badly, I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you Ziva I never thought that someo--.
BEEP.
Message two. Message received today at five sixteen am.
--arg. Fucking message bank! I-as I was saying, we never thought that someone would be able to take over from Kate, we were obviously wrong.
Ziva, just remember that you have a family, and no matter how much you may want to run away, you can’t because, a, we have the materials and techniques to track you down. And b, we all love you too much to stop looking.
BEEP.”
---
Ziva took out her gun. It was the only thing that she could do at a time like this. She walked into the lounge room and opened a drawer that contained a piece of paper. She set her gun down and headed over to another and pulled out a set of brushes and cleaners. She set all of this down next to the paper and slowly disassembled her weapon.
As she let the stiff brush caress the black metal she thought of her family and, as much as she didn’t want to at this time, how much she loved them. She had a father, a real father, one that took care of her, not one that sent her to another country at the drop of a hat. She had had a mother, She had looked after her so well, when Ziva had been having a bad day she would be called up to Jen’s office to talk and this had always made her feel better. She had a sister, and a best friend, who she had trusted implicitly and had messed around with and who she loved so much. She also had a brother, but he was more like a little brother that she would tease but at the end of the day he knew that she loved him. And then she had Tony; if she thought about anyone in her family the way she did Tony there were some serious issues there.
Tony was always different in her eyes, he’d never really fitted into that ‘family’ category, he was always the outsider, he was always the first thing that Ziva would think about in the morning and the last that she would think about at night.
---
Ziva reassembled her gun and walked back into her bedroom. Setting it down on the bedside table, she walked over to her wardrobe and retrieved her suitcase. It was still half-packed from the last time she was sent back. She was always ready after that.
She pulled the clothes out of it and laid them out on the floor, looking over them to see if they were necessary to take back again. She sifted through pairs of cargo’s combat boots and t-shirts until she reached the bottom, lying there, folded and torn was a dress. Not just any dress but a backless dress that she had worn the night that the hotel she was performing at, undercover of course, had been bombed. She chuckled as she thought of what Tony’s reaction would be if he had seen her wear it. She laid the dress out on her bed and straightened it out. There were many jagged cuts on it from shrapnel and still some small flecks of blood that she had not managed to get out of it. After that night her team, her family, had flown her home.
She started re-packing her suitcase hen the phone rang.
“Officer David.” She waited for a reply. “Hello? Tony?” She waited again then hung up the phone. She walked over to the window hoping to find a familiar face or vehicle outside but she found neither.
---
‘You chicken. You fucking chicken!’ He thought as he walked back into his apartment. He set down his keys and flopped onto his couch. He switched on his TV and, as if on cue, the phone rang.
“Speci-“
“Tony! Who do you think you are coming to my apartment first thing in the morning!”
“Your partner!” She went silent. Your partner. “Your friend, or at least I thought I was.”
“Well, y-you thought wrong Tony.” She said coolly, since when has severing connections been so damn hard. Tony sighed and Ziva could feel her heart breaking, although she’d never admit it. She hung up.
---
“Tony! Tony!” It was Abby, she was running towards him from the lift with mascara streaming down he cheeks. “Tony!” He ran back towards her, arms open and she gratefully accepted his embrace. “Tony, why didn’t she tell us? Why, we’re her friends, we love her, you love her.” He refrained from correcting her, even though she was right.
“I-I don’t know Abbs, I don’t know.” She buried her face in his shirt and clung onto him like a little girl to her daddy when he moves out.
“But why would she even agree to go Tony? Why would she leave us?” She started crying harder than before, he held on tighter and put his lips close to her ear and whispered, “I don’t know that either Abby. I-I don’t even think I know her anymore.”
---
Ziva heard the phone ring from her bedroom but ignored it. Probably just Tony again. She continued folding her clothes into her suitcase. She had washed, dried and ironed basically every piece of clothing she owned and now she was folding and placing them into her suitcase, ready to leave at seven thirty for her ten pm flight. Ziva’s mobile went off, it was Abby.
Shit.
She answered it.
“Abby, I’m so-“
“Ziva! Why are you leaving?” she heard through Abby’s tears. “Wh-Wh-Why? How?” She heard the phone crackle after a smash. Ziva knew what had happened.
“Ziva, it’s Tony” Obviously. She could still hear Abby in the background and a loud flatulent noise that had come from Bert.
“Tony, please stop, just, leave me be.”
“I’m not letting you go Ziva, I’ll come to that airport and stop that plane saying that you are a suspected criminal if I have to!”
“Tony, this is for my job. I have to go back.” She hissed.
“No Ziva, NCIS is your job and it has been for almost four years!”
“Tony,” she started,” I am Mossad, not NCIS, I am their assassin, I am disposable.”
“You’re my assassin Ziva, you’re my partner, you’re my friend and I am not letting you go back just so you can be another disposable assassin!” She heard Abby cry again and knew that he wouldn’t let her be.
“Tony, I am leaving and that is final. Good bye.” She snapped her phone shut, ending the call.
“Shit.” She muttered.
---
A/N: Okay I know it was a weird place to finish but I ran out of juice (both literally and metaphorically). This was my first ever NCIS fic and I quite like it for some reason. Angst is good….mmmmm angst….
SPOILERS
I think Ziva is leaving after putting all of the spoilers together. I love her and I don’t want her to leave!!!!!
SPOILERS
Please tell me if they were IC I really appreciate it! :D
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4999880/1/
Category: NCIS
Character(s): Tony D. & Ziva D.
Genre(s): Romance/Angst
Rating: Rated: T
Summary: Tiva Angst. Tony finds a one-way plane ticket to Israel for Ziva. He
isn't happy. Strong T for language as in ‘I drop the f-bomb a frak load.’.
Possible spoilers but mainly speculation. Enjoy! :D
11:17
Just Another Assassin
Tony/Ziva ANGST.
Spoilers: Possible for end of season, aka, my speculations. Various flashbacks.
Rating: Strong T for language as in ‘I drop the f-bomb a frak load.’
Fuck.
That was all he could think.
Fuck.
He was royally pissed. Royally as in, ‘so pissed he was ready to kill the Queen of freaking ENGLAND even though she had nothing to do with this’.
---
“Tony!” Ziva called. “Tony! Come get back here, we need to talk!”
“What, ZIva, what do we need to talk about? How, oh, I don’t know, you were going to leave without telling me? How I was going to be left here not knowing what the fuck had happened to you when I come back in tomorrow?” He was furious, completely furious. He’d found a plane ticket to Israel, a one-way plane ticket to Israel. For Ziva.
“Because it was easier Tony, because this way I wouldn’t have to face you, to tell you that I was leaving. I honestly didn’t want to be the one to tell you!”
“Why Ziva?” He demanded. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“Because I-“ She turned around and stormed off, her hair flowing behind her as her hips swayed with the steady beats of her heels against the concrete of the car park.
Fuck.
“Ziva! Ziva!” He ran after her. He ran until he was a step behind her and grabbed her by the hand. “Ziva, why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I-Because, Tony, I am Mossad, a professional. I don’t let my feeling interfere with my work.” She spat.
“What feelings Ziva? Since when have you felt anything, for anyone!” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, he didn’t even believe his own statement.
She looked at him, just looked. She watched every move he made, but he didn’t, his gaze stayed locked on her eyes.
She walked, she walked away from him, once again letting her heels smack against the cold concrete as she almost ran to her car.
“Zi-Ziva” He once again ran after her. He grabbed her hand. “Zi-“
Within a moment she had him pinned to the ground. “Touch me once more and I swear Tony, you will regret it.” She relinquished her grip and left him there as she walked the last few feet to her car.
---
Fuck.
That was all she could think.
She snatched the rubber band off of the counter and tied her hair in the tightest bun imaginable.
She was an idiot. Really she was. She accepted and knew that. She just wished she’d realized it earlier so that she didn’t have to admit it to everyone else.
Fuck.
---
He’d left thirty-seven messages…actually he hadn’t, he’d almost left thirty-seven messages but had chickened out when he heard the beep that re-directed him to voicemail. He’d tried to think of an apology, he’d been scared. He hadn’t been thinking.
---
Neither had she.
---
Ziva David had never ‘broken down’ in her adult life and she wanted to keep that record clean. This was one of those times when she was, even in only her own company, too proud to let any emotion show. Yes, she was Mossad, and, yes, she was a professional, but despite all of that she had let her feelings interfere with her work. Many times.
“Gunshot goes off, I see you-“
She was tired of pretending that she was an emotionless shell, she had been alone for so long she had trouble opening up to people. She had a family now and she still was unable to open up to any of them, even Abby. She hadn’t told any of them about her plans to move back to Israel and she wasn’t planning to. She knew that she would not be able to face them; she knew that she would not be able to handle their reaction, whether it was that they were sad, or if they were glad that she was leaving. She had hoped with all of her heart that she could stay; late at night when she couldn’t sleep she would think of her family and how they were all going to grow old together or some other cliché. She knew that this wouldn’t happen, she knew that she had to runaway, leave everything behind and just forget all of them, until she was, once again, an organism, a shell of a person, just another assassin.
---
It was two thirty am and Tony could not sleep. He had been home since nine and had been icing his lower back and ankles until he went to best at one.
He was an idiot. Really he was. He accepted and knew that. He just wished ’d realized it earlier so that didn’t have to admit it to everyone else.
He was an idiot for not realizing it earlier.
---
It was three am when Ziva’s doorbell went off. She could act like she was asleep and not pick up. What if they have a key? Well why would they be ringing in the first place? To be polite? Who the fuck thinks ringing a doorbell at three in the morning is polite? Tony? Fuck.
She got up and went to the phone. Picking it up she heard the ever-familiar voice of one Anthony DiNozzo.
“Why didn’t you tell me Ziva? We’re partners.”
“Well, maybe, just maybe, I did not want you to know everything about my life Tony!”
“I-“
“You know what Tony, forget it! I’m leaving and that is all you need to know.”
“Zi-“
She hung up.
---
After three hours sleep Ziva awoke to the sound of traffic, as per usual, but today it was different, this would be the last morning that she would wake to blaring horns and screeching tires.
Ziva had a total of fourteen hours until she would be on a plane back to Israel. Fourteen hours to be ready to leave behind another life and restart her old one as an assassin. Fourteen hours to say good riddance to everyone she knew, to sever any connection she had made, to erase any trace or footprint.
---
Ziva walked into her kitchen and checked her voicemail.
You have two new messages.
“Message one. Message received today at five thirteen am.
--Ziva, please, just hear me out. You are my partner, I care about you, hell, everyone at NCIS does, and I’m not saying that they care about you any less then I do but you are my partner after all. Please, please re-consider going back. You have a family here, and we care about you more than anyone else could. Everyday you risk your life to keep us safe, you-you have saved me more times than I could count and one day once I figure out that number, I’m going to strive to save you that many times.
I know that I shouldn’t have come by this morning but-I-I couldn’t just let you leave, no one wants you to go. None of us. And if you do go you’ll leave m-us heartbroken, w-we love you, honestly and if it weren’t for you I think we all would still be down about Kate. You are the strongest person that I, let alone the rest of us, know. You have faced death and mayhem, and you still carry on with your life. You changed us, all of us. You filled a void that none of us thought could be filled and if you leave now, or ever, I--we’ll never, never, be able to get over it. You have been to large a part of m-our lives and we all need you so badly, I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you Ziva I never thought that someo--.
BEEP.
Message two. Message received today at five sixteen am.
--arg. Fucking message bank! I-as I was saying, we never thought that someone would be able to take over from Kate, we were obviously wrong.
Ziva, just remember that you have a family, and no matter how much you may want to run away, you can’t because, a, we have the materials and techniques to track you down. And b, we all love you too much to stop looking.
BEEP.”
---
Ziva took out her gun. It was the only thing that she could do at a time like this. She walked into the lounge room and opened a drawer that contained a piece of paper. She set her gun down and headed over to another and pulled out a set of brushes and cleaners. She set all of this down next to the paper and slowly disassembled her weapon.
As she let the stiff brush caress the black metal she thought of her family and, as much as she didn’t want to at this time, how much she loved them. She had a father, a real father, one that took care of her, not one that sent her to another country at the drop of a hat. She had had a mother, She had looked after her so well, when Ziva had been having a bad day she would be called up to Jen’s office to talk and this had always made her feel better. She had a sister, and a best friend, who she had trusted implicitly and had messed around with and who she loved so much. She also had a brother, but he was more like a little brother that she would tease but at the end of the day he knew that she loved him. And then she had Tony; if she thought about anyone in her family the way she did Tony there were some serious issues there.
Tony was always different in her eyes, he’d never really fitted into that ‘family’ category, he was always the outsider, he was always the first thing that Ziva would think about in the morning and the last that she would think about at night.
---
Ziva reassembled her gun and walked back into her bedroom. Setting it down on the bedside table, she walked over to her wardrobe and retrieved her suitcase. It was still half-packed from the last time she was sent back. She was always ready after that.
She pulled the clothes out of it and laid them out on the floor, looking over them to see if they were necessary to take back again. She sifted through pairs of cargo’s combat boots and t-shirts until she reached the bottom, lying there, folded and torn was a dress. Not just any dress but a backless dress that she had worn the night that the hotel she was performing at, undercover of course, had been bombed. She chuckled as she thought of what Tony’s reaction would be if he had seen her wear it. She laid the dress out on her bed and straightened it out. There were many jagged cuts on it from shrapnel and still some small flecks of blood that she had not managed to get out of it. After that night her team, her family, had flown her home.
She started re-packing her suitcase hen the phone rang.
“Officer David.” She waited for a reply. “Hello? Tony?” She waited again then hung up the phone. She walked over to the window hoping to find a familiar face or vehicle outside but she found neither.
---
‘You chicken. You fucking chicken!’ He thought as he walked back into his apartment. He set down his keys and flopped onto his couch. He switched on his TV and, as if on cue, the phone rang.
“Speci-“
“Tony! Who do you think you are coming to my apartment first thing in the morning!”
“Your partner!” She went silent. Your partner. “Your friend, or at least I thought I was.”
“Well, y-you thought wrong Tony.” She said coolly, since when has severing connections been so damn hard. Tony sighed and Ziva could feel her heart breaking, although she’d never admit it. She hung up.
---
“Tony! Tony!” It was Abby, she was running towards him from the lift with mascara streaming down he cheeks. “Tony!” He ran back towards her, arms open and she gratefully accepted his embrace. “Tony, why didn’t she tell us? Why, we’re her friends, we love her, you love her.” He refrained from correcting her, even though she was right.
“I-I don’t know Abbs, I don’t know.” She buried her face in his shirt and clung onto him like a little girl to her daddy when he moves out.
“But why would she even agree to go Tony? Why would she leave us?” She started crying harder than before, he held on tighter and put his lips close to her ear and whispered, “I don’t know that either Abby. I-I don’t even think I know her anymore.”
---
Ziva heard the phone ring from her bedroom but ignored it. Probably just Tony again. She continued folding her clothes into her suitcase. She had washed, dried and ironed basically every piece of clothing she owned and now she was folding and placing them into her suitcase, ready to leave at seven thirty for her ten pm flight. Ziva’s mobile went off, it was Abby.
Shit.
She answered it.
“Abby, I’m so-“
“Ziva! Why are you leaving?” she heard through Abby’s tears. “Wh-Wh-Why? How?” She heard the phone crackle after a smash. Ziva knew what had happened.
“Ziva, it’s Tony” Obviously. She could still hear Abby in the background and a loud flatulent noise that had come from Bert.
“Tony, please stop, just, leave me be.”
“I’m not letting you go Ziva, I’ll come to that airport and stop that plane saying that you are a suspected criminal if I have to!”
“Tony, this is for my job. I have to go back.” She hissed.
“No Ziva, NCIS is your job and it has been for almost four years!”
“Tony,” she started,” I am Mossad, not NCIS, I am their assassin, I am disposable.”
“You’re my assassin Ziva, you’re my partner, you’re my friend and I am not letting you go back just so you can be another disposable assassin!” She heard Abby cry again and knew that he wouldn’t let her be.
“Tony, I am leaving and that is final. Good bye.” She snapped her phone shut, ending the call.
“Shit.” She muttered.
---
A/N: Okay I know it was a weird place to finish but I ran out of juice (both literally and metaphorically). This was my first ever NCIS fic and I quite like it for some reason. Angst is good….mmmmm angst….
SPOILERS
I think Ziva is leaving after putting all of the spoilers together. I love her and I don’t want her to leave!!!!!
SPOILERS
Please tell me if they were IC I really appreciate it! :D
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4999880/1/