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3 hours ago 10 notes

but why are tony and ziva oceans away from each other 

13 hours ago 37 notes
mcgeekle:

alyssinmymind:

» AU in which he goes back to her and there is a surprise waiting for him

The warm Israeli sun beat down on his shoulders, harsh even in the winter.  He was looking for her, as usual.   Since he’d left her behind he’d had a nagging feeling in his gut that wouldn’t go away.  One that told him that he was wrong.  That he shouldn’t have left her there, not in the state she was in.  Not knowing how they felt about each other.  He’d left his gear in the house, and after a quick inspection headed out to the grove, hoping she was still around her father’s home. 
He scuffled through the property, the dust kicking up clouds around him, dust settling comfortably in his jacket.  He brushed his shoulder but to no avail, he knew this would stick to him long after he got home.  If he got home.   He peered through the trees, looking down each row of trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.  
There she was, the sight all too familiar as she stood amongst the orange trees.  She moved slowly but surely, the twist of her wrist practiced as she plucked the oranges from between the leaves.  She stretched upwards, fingers just shy of a particularly delicious looking fruit.  Tony walked up behind her slowly, reaching above her easily and taking the fruit.  He brought it down just in front of her nose.  She took it from him with a smirk, her fingers brushing his.
"An orange for the beautiful lady," he murmured in her ear.  
"Thank you," she whispered.  She dropped the orange into the basket at her feet and turned around smoothly, facing him with a sly but unsurprised grin.  "Hello, Tony."  
He grinned back at her, reaching for her waist. He looked at her with elevator eyes, trying to take in every inch of her that he’d missed so dearly.  It was then he noticed the swell of her stomach.  Hie eyes widened visibly and his head shot up to look at her in shock.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice," she smirked. 
You’re…” he stuttered, wide eyed. 
"Pregnant, yes, she said calmly. 
"And the baby is mine?" He asked cautiously. 
"Yes. She is."
He nodded slightly, as if everything was coming together. “So that’s what was with all the cryptic e mails.”
"Crypic?"
"I am going through many changes, I am not sure how I am feeling, this is going to change everything I thought I wanted." He recited, imitating her.
"I do not sound like that," she frowned. 
"Well I don’t have the right chromosomes to sound any closer," He stared her down for a moment, in challenge. "I thought you were in trouble.  I thought something went wrong."
"I can hardly say that everything is right."
"Yeah well, this is actually better than what I was thinking," he said, scratching the back of his head. 
"And what were you thinking?"
"I don’t know.  That you were sick, or that you had learned something else about your father, or that you had gotten attacked again.  There were too many scenarios, and none of them were good."
"I am sorry I made you worry."
"You’re thousands of miles from home, Ziva.  I can’t not worry."  
They remained silent for a moment.  Ziva dug her hands into her pockets, trying to keep from fidgeting.  Tony placed his hand on her stomach, stroking gently, reverently.
"If I didn’t show up here, were you gonna tell me?" he asked quietly.
"I wanted to, but honestly I was not sure how," she said, resting her hands on her belly protectively.
"A phone call would do," he snipped. 
"I was not referring to the method," she bit back.  She took a calming breath, not wanting their unexpected reunion to turn into a confrontation. "I was not sure what to say.  I did not want to simply call and say ‘Tony, I’m pregnant but I am in Israel and I am not ready to leave, what should we do?"
"Why not?" he cried. 
"I was not ready to tell you.  I was not ready for what it would mean."
"I would have dropped everything for you, Ziva.  As soon as I got the phone call I would have come running. Hell, it’s been six months and I came running back anyway."
"I know you would have, and there was a part of me that wanted that, wanted you to come, but I could not."
"You can’t just say that you couldn’t tell me about our baby and not tell me why."  
They fell into silence once again, the breeze whipping through the grove, rustling the leaves and kicking up the dust.  He stared down at her, his eyes soft but demanding.  
"I did not want you to feel as though you had an obligation to me - to us." She said as she gently rubbed her belly. "I did not want to force you into something you did not want." 
"You can’t force someone into something they dream about," he whispered, cupping her cheek. 
Her eyes widened.
"Ziva, you have to trust me.  I want you, and her and this,” he said tenderly, placing his hand on her stomach.  ”I want it all.”
"I wanted to believe that, but when I made you leave…I did not know if you would want to see me after I pushed you away," she looked down, refusing to meet his eyes,  "I am not easy to love, Tony.  I know that.  I would understand if you did not want to try."
"When have I ever given you the impression that I don’t want you?" 
"Never." she whispered.
"Then why are you doubting it now?"
"I…I do not know."
He leaned down to her, hand still resting comfortably on her belly, and kissed her soundly.  She leaned into him, her stomach bumping his waist.  He smiled into the kiss, stroking the side of her belly, his other hand gently cupping her jaw.  He gently broke the kiss, tilting back to look into her eyes.
"Come home with me." he said, his forehead resting against hers.
"I do not know if I can," she said sincerely, "What if they do not want me to come back?"
"Are you kidding? Abs would start knitting baby hats the moment she saw you.  McGee would get that big-eyed shocked look he gets and then feel uncomfortable about the fact that he knows we had sex,"
Ziva laughed, a smile breaking out on her face. 
"And Gibbs.  Just imagine Gibbs’ face when you tell him he’s getting a grandchild."
She settled, her smile dulling but not disappearing, the anxiety she felt deep down unfurling itself as his words settled in.  ”He would like that, wouldn’t he?”
"I think we might even see him cry."
"No." she said in disbelief.
"His favorite daughter having a kid? I think that’s worthy of tears even from our fearless leader."
"We should make a bet," she teased.
"Oh no, I know better than to gamble with you."
"If you truly think he is going to cry, you would not be afraid to bet me," she said, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together.
"Oh really, now? You seem pretty serious about this bet.  Does that mean you’re coming home with me?"
She stood up on her tip toes, leaning on Tony for balance, and kissed him softly. “Yes.”
He smiled.  They’d figure the rest out later.  That was all he needed to know.   

mcgeekle:

alyssinmymind:

» AU in which he goes back to her and there is a surprise waiting for him

The warm Israeli sun beat down on his shoulders, harsh even in the winter.  He was looking for her, as usual.   Since he’d left her behind he’d had a nagging feeling in his gut that wouldn’t go away.  One that told him that he was wrong.  That he shouldn’t have left her there, not in the state she was in.  Not knowing how they felt about each other.  He’d left his gear in the house, and after a quick inspection headed out to the grove, hoping she was still around her father’s home. 

He scuffled through the property, the dust kicking up clouds around him, dust settling comfortably in his jacket.  He brushed his shoulder but to no avail, he knew this would stick to him long after he got home.  If he got home.   He peered through the trees, looking down each row of trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.  

There she was, the sight all too familiar as she stood amongst the orange trees.  She moved slowly but surely, the twist of her wrist practiced as she plucked the oranges from between the leaves.  She stretched upwards, fingers just shy of a particularly delicious looking fruit.  Tony walked up behind her slowly, reaching above her easily and taking the fruit.  He brought it down just in front of her nose.  She took it from him with a smirk, her fingers brushing his.

"An orange for the beautiful lady," he murmured in her ear.  

"Thank you," she whispered.  She dropped the orange into the basket at her feet and turned around smoothly, facing him with a sly but unsurprised grin.  "Hello, Tony."  

He grinned back at her, reaching for her waist. He looked at her with elevator eyes, trying to take in every inch of her that he’d missed so dearly.  It was then he noticed the swell of her stomach.  Hie eyes widened visibly and his head shot up to look at her in shock.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice," she smirked. 

You’re…” he stuttered, wide eyed. 

"Pregnant, yes, she said calmly. 

"And the baby is mine?" He asked cautiously. 

"Yes. She is."

He nodded slightly, as if everything was coming together. “So that’s what was with all the cryptic e mails.”

"Crypic?"

"I am going through many changes, I am not sure how I am feeling, this is going to change everything I thought I wanted." He recited, imitating her.

"I do not sound like that," she frowned. 

"Well I don’t have the right chromosomes to sound any closer," He stared her down for a moment, in challenge. "I thought you were in trouble.  I thought something went wrong."

"I can hardly say that everything is right."

"Yeah well, this is actually better than what I was thinking," he said, scratching the back of his head. 

"And what were you thinking?"

"I don’t know.  That you were sick, or that you had learned something else about your father, or that you had gotten attacked again.  There were too many scenarios, and none of them were good."

"I am sorry I made you worry."

"You’re thousands of miles from home, Ziva.  I can’t not worry."  

They remained silent for a moment.  Ziva dug her hands into her pockets, trying to keep from fidgeting.  Tony placed his hand on her stomach, stroking gently, reverently.

"If I didn’t show up here, were you gonna tell me?" he asked quietly.

"I wanted to, but honestly I was not sure how," she said, resting her hands on her belly protectively.

"A phone call would do," he snipped. 

"I was not referring to the method," she bit back.  She took a calming breath, not wanting their unexpected reunion to turn into a confrontation. "I was not sure what to say.  I did not want to simply call and say ‘Tony, I’m pregnant but I am in Israel and I am not ready to leave, what should we do?"

"Why not?" he cried.

"I was not ready to tell you.  I was not ready for what it would mean."

"I would have dropped everything for you, Ziva.  As soon as I got the phone call I would have come running. Hell, it’s been six months and I came running back anyway."

"I know you would have, and there was a part of me that wanted that, wanted you to come, but I could not."

"You can’t just say that you couldn’t tell me about our baby and not tell me why."  

They fell into silence once again, the breeze whipping through the grove, rustling the leaves and kicking up the dust.  He stared down at her, his eyes soft but demanding.  

"I did not want you to feel as though you had an obligation to me - to us." She said as she gently rubbed her belly. "I did not want to force you into something you did not want." 

"You can’t force someone into something they dream about," he whispered, cupping her cheek. 

Her eyes widened.

"Ziva, you have to trust me.  I want you, and her and this,” he said tenderly, placing his hand on her stomach.  ”I want it all.”

"I wanted to believe that, but when I made you leave…I did not know if you would want to see me after I pushed you away," she looked down, refusing to meet his eyes,  "I am not easy to love, Tony.  I know that.  I would understand if you did not want to try."

"When have I ever given you the impression that I don’t want you?" 

"Never." she whispered.

"Then why are you doubting it now?"

"I…I do not know."

He leaned down to her, hand still resting comfortably on her belly, and kissed her soundly.  She leaned into him, her stomach bumping his waist.  He smiled into the kiss, stroking the side of her belly, his other hand gently cupping her jaw.  He gently broke the kiss, tilting back to look into her eyes.

"Come home with me." he said, his forehead resting against hers.

"I do not know if I can," she said sincerely, "What if they do not want me to come back?"

"Are you kidding? Abs would start knitting baby hats the moment she saw you.  McGee would get that big-eyed shocked look he gets and then feel uncomfortable about the fact that he knows we had sex,"

Ziva laughed, a smile breaking out on her face. 

"And Gibbs.  Just imagine Gibbs’ face when you tell him he’s getting a grandchild."

She settled, her smile dulling but not disappearing, the anxiety she felt deep down unfurling itself as his words settled in.  ”He would like that, wouldn’t he?”

"I think we might even see him cry."

"No." she said in disbelief.

"His favorite daughter having a kid? I think that’s worthy of tears even from our fearless leader."

"We should make a bet," she teased.

"Oh no, I know better than to gamble with you."

"If you truly think he is going to cry, you would not be afraid to bet me," she said, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together.

"Oh really, now? You seem pretty serious about this bet.  Does that mean you’re coming home with me?"

She stood up on her tip toes, leaning on Tony for balance, and kissed him softly. “Yes.”

He smiled.  They’d figure the rest out later.  That was all he needed to know.   

Old School (2003) - Nicole
Anonymous asked:
You haven't written in forever :( Can you pretty please share a little something your working on? :)

easylion:

oy i know. I’ve been working everyday! and I’m working on a  lot of things. but since you’re asking:

“Quit stalling.”

Though the words are uttered quietly, meant for her ears alone, she still detects the smile in his voice before he presses his lips quickly against her cheek. He slips a strong, anchoring arm across her stomach from around her back, and her hand reaches for the comforting weight on instinct, squeezing his forearm briefly, scratching her nails lightly across the sleeve of his suit.

She turns her head to glance at him from the corner of her eye, and he’s not all together surprised to see the mounting anxiety swimming in her amber gaze. He smiles at her encouragingly, the real smile he saves for her, and leans down to bestow another brief kiss to her lips; lingering for a moment longer when she presses her mouth more firmly to his, rather than breaking away.

However, they keep it chaste. Around them, the bustle of children, students and teachers fill their ears as they gaze across the neatly kept lawn of the gated primary school. A sudden laugh is released from the man behind her, a breathless exhale against her ear, causing her to frown. Turning around to follow the source of amusement his eyes had landed on, a smile threatens her features at the familiar sight of bouncing curls bounding towards them at full-tilt.

Dropping his arm from his partner, he steps out from behind her slender frame to hold out a steadying hand when she stumbles to a halt in front of them. Now it is the woman who laughs, affection and curiosity in her tone as the little girl grins up at them with a cheerful smile.

“What are you doing? You will be late to school.” Ziva drives a hand through her wayward curls, nimble fingers combing through the tangles already forming regardless of the minutes spent dedicated to ridding them earlier this morning. A defeated sigh slips from her lips, accepting the lost cause as it were while the little girl beckons her father down to her level. “Forgot sumfin’.”

The partners share a brief look of silent amusement, and with a chuckle, he complies willingly, letting go of his partner completely and bending down to her level. His confusion morphs into a look of utter affection when the little girl wraps her tiny arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his jaw. He gives her hand a slight squeeze, leaning back on the balls of his feet. “Thanks, princess.”

She smiles sweetly at him, then rolls her eyes up to her mother’s looming figure. “You too, mommy.”

Crouching down beside her partner, she brushes her thumb across the little girl’s cheek softly, then cradles her head as she brings her closer and closes the distance between them with a kiss.

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Anonymous asked:
Michael's eyes are not green

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Really?

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Are we sure about that?

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But…

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He’s literally one of the first results when you google ‘green eyes’, bye.

20 hours ago 15 notes

get to know: michael weatherly (insp.)

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Title: Your Ghost
Artist: Greg Laswell
Album: Covers
Plays: 2263

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your ghost // greg laswell

let him walk down your hallway
it’s not this quiet
slide down your receiver, sprint across the wire
follow my number and slide into my hand

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