Title: One Broken Rule, One Reunion, One Soulmate
Featuring: All NCIS characters but specifically Tony and Ziva. Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or it's characters.
Rated: T, possibly M
Please note: I'm terrible at all things Navy/Mossad/Hebrew/ Israeli etc. I come from Ireland and love NCIS and Tiva. I'm attempting to write this fan fic without the necessary knowledge so please cut me some slack. Thanks!
Concept: This story is what I would love to see happen in season 6 for Tony and Ziva. The story begins just after the team discover they are being reassigned. Ziva and Tony share a moment before they finally say goodbye. Months later, they bump into each other when a Mossad mission becomes a NCIS case and Tony begins to realise his feelings for Ziva. But is it too late? Especially when the team is reunited and Ziva finally believes she's found her 'soul mate'…and it's not Tony!
BTW…Although it doesn't sound like it, this is a Tiva fic, I just like the angst so please give it a chance. Thanks!
Chapter 1 – There Goes Rule No.12
4 hours after the team found out they were being reassigned…
The Bar/Pub
Ziva David sat in a booth, her right index finger playing with the rim of her wine glass as she watched a tearful Abby walking out of the bar, clinging to McGee, afraid if she let him go, she'd never seen him again.
Ziva had already said her goodbyes to Gibbs and Ducky an hour previously. Gibbs had gone back to the office, in search of information to try and keep his team together while Ducky had to leave to be with his mother. Now that McGee and Abby had left, there was only one person left to say goodbye to, her hardest goodbye…Tony Dinozzo.
"So, you want another?" A familiar voice asked. She looked around to find Tony, standing before her, holding up his empty glass.
"No…I think it's time I left too." Ziva replied, a smile forming on her lips, in an attempt to stop the tears she knew were building inside her. "After all, you and I are both leaving Washington tomorrow and neither of us have packed."
"Why pack when you can get drunk?" Tony answered.
"Tony, getting drunk isn't going to change anything." Ziva responded. "Tomorrow morning I'll be getting on a plane to Tel Aviv and you…"
"Will be stuck on a ship with a lot of male sailors." Tony finished.
"Exactly." Ziva stated, her smile becoming genuine at the thought of poor, sexually frustrated Tony on that ship. "We have to face the reality of the situation sooner or later."
"Come back to my place with me." Tony suddenly said.
"What? Where did that come from?" Ziva asked, surprised. There were plenty of times Tony had asked her back…but normally, he was extremely drunk and she could always tell he wasn't serious. But tonight it was different. He was nowhere near drunk and his eyes were so sincere and pleading.
"I can't say goodbye Ziva, not to you…not yet." Tony softly stated as he stepped towards her. "Come back to my place with me…please."
"Tony…" Ziva began, trying to think logically but she couldn't. Especially when Tony's outstretched hand grazed her left cheek. Then, his thumb began to graze her lips. He was staring so intensely at her, Ziva tried to look away but she couldn't.
"Tell me you haven't felt it Ziva…that for the last three years, you haven't thought about us…ripping each other's clothes off." Tony softly whispered as he slid into the booth beside her.
Ziva took a deep breath, to try and calm her racing heart. Slowly, her hand grazed the nape of Tony neck as Tony pulled her into him. Their lips crashed together, hungrily at first, before falling into a natural, sensual rhythm.
05.00 – Tony's Apartment
Ziva's eyelids began to flutter as rays of sunshine, filtering into Tony's bedroom through the gaps in the blinds. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find her clothes scattered around the room, amongst Tony's belongings. She found herself wrapped in Tony's arms, her fingertips entwined with his, her bare back pressing against his bare chest.
She slowly freed her fingers from his and turned over to face him. His strong arms were still holding her close. She lay there, watching him sleep, the small rays of sunshine flickering off his face, making him more handsome than she ever though possible. Slowly, her fingers traced up his chest, then his neck, before resting on his lips.
She tried to take a mental picture of him…of how peaceful he looked at this very moment, before she leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his. His lips responded, taking her by surprise, as Tony finally opened his eyes.
"So last night wasn't a dream." Tony stated, a wide smile spreading on his lips as his thumb grazed the small of Zivas's bare back.
"No." Ziva replied, returning the smile as the fingers from her right hand played with his hair.
"So yesterday wasn't a dream either." Tony stated, his smile fading.
"Unfortunately, no." Ziva replied.
"You're gonna tell me you have to go now, aren't you?" Tony observed. Ziva nodded, her fingers still nestled in his hair.
"Thank you for last night…it was the perfect way to say goodbye." Ziva said softly before pressing her lips against his for a final, soft, loving kiss. They reluctantly pulled apart and Ziva stood up and gathered her belongings. She quickly dressed herself.
"Ziva…" Tony said, reaching out to take hold of her arm. Ziva spun around, her eyes questioning him. "Stay safe." A smile formed on her lips.
"Ditto." She replied before making a quick exit. Tony stifled his laughter, realising she was finally picking up Americanisms…just as she was leaving.
To be continued…if you want!
I know it's kinda slow but the next chapter will pick up with Ziva's secret mission so let me know if you want me to post. Thanks!