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Hi, I'm Jessica and I like cinnamon rolls, piña coladas, and strawberry daiquiris. My hobbies include dedicating far too much of my life to fandoms, and crying over Tony & Ziva. I'm also a self proclaimed social media and tv show addict.

"Tat sends me painful songs I cry over, and I made a beautiful kissing gif set that will haunt me when I am sitting in hell crying over my otp." - Tat (eagerplatypus)

Currently watching:
Bates Motel - Season 2
Leverage - Season 2 (I hate you all.)
Lost - Season 1

Currently reading:
Insurgent

Tony & Ziva AU drabble. (Set 5 years after Ziva leaves, Tony dies in an undercover op where he’s a biker. Ziva is grieving and plants an olive tree in his memory. The Tony in the picture is in fact a fragment of her imagination, her remembering him. I changed the orchard to be an olive tree orchard rather than an orange tree orchard. {Original picture credit})

It had been one week since Ziva had found out about Tony’s death. He was on a short undercover op as a biker trying to figure out the main supplier in a drug ring. One night, whilst following a lead, he was driving across a four way crossing before a drunk driver came hurtling out of nowhere smacking into his motorbike, the first responders declared him “dead on arrival” and said that he had “died on impact.” It was unforeseen; it took the life of her best friend, and her soul mate.
Zivas eyes were bloodshot from seven days of tears, seven days of grieving. She stood in the orchard, where her and Tony once stood and bared their souls, reminiscing on the past 13 years with him. All the times they teased and tormented, but most importantly, the times they had gone through hell and back for each other. Ziva would never forget when Tony went all the way to Somalia to avenge her death before discovering that she was in fact alive and got her out of that hellhole. She would never forget the time when he said that he should thank Orli for the person that Ziva had become and held on oh so tightly to her hand, even when they were in that terrible car wreck. She would never forget the time when he once told her that she was not alone in her first language. He has gone to many lengths for her, all because he loved her.
Tears reappeared on her already damp cheeks as she kneeled down next to an olive tree that they had planted together around the same time 5 years ago when she decided she wouldn’t be coming back to NCIS. It took Tony several months of fighting to get her back, once he finally found her, he caressed her cheek whilst looking into her eyes and told her “I’m fighting for you Ziva.” She knew, she knew Tony would always fight for her. She eventually decided she wanted to settle down, and with Tony. 
 “I miss you Tony, I really do.” she whispered between sniffles, “I just wish you were here right now, I’m struggling. Really struggling.” Ziva began digging into the dry dirt, beads of tears rolling off her chin, she kept digging between sobs until she had dug an adequate amount before dropping a few olive pits into the hole.
“Thank you Tony, you’ve opened my eyes. You’ve shown me love when I never thought I’d get to experience it. The past 13 years spent with you, and 5 years of being a couple, have been the best years of my life. You’ve brought me more joy than you can ever imagine, and I can never thank you enough for that.”
She could’ve sworn she could feel his presence, his musky scent lingering, even hear his voice, it was somewhat comforting at a time like this. For the past week her heart felt like it would never repair, but perhaps planting the olive tree would give her closure, he will always have a space in her heart which no one can replace. 

Tony & Ziva AU drabble. (Set 5 years after Ziva leaves, Tony dies in an undercover op where he’s a biker. Ziva is grieving and plants an olive tree in his memory. The Tony in the picture is in fact a fragment of her imagination, her remembering him. I changed the orchard to be an olive tree orchard rather than an orange tree orchard. {Original picture credit})

It had been one week since Ziva had found out about Tony’s death. He was on a short undercover op as a biker trying to figure out the main supplier in a drug ring. One night, whilst following a lead, he was driving across a four way crossing before a drunk driver came hurtling out of nowhere smacking into his motorbike, the first responders declared him “dead on arrival” and said that he had “died on impact.” It was unforeseen; it took the life of her best friend, and her soul mate.

Zivas eyes were bloodshot from seven days of tears, seven days of grieving. She stood in the orchard, where her and Tony once stood and bared their souls, reminiscing on the past 13 years with him. All the times they teased and tormented, but most importantly, the times they had gone through hell and back for each other. Ziva would never forget when Tony went all the way to Somalia to avenge her death before discovering that she was in fact alive and got her out of that hellhole. She would never forget the time when he said that he should thank Orli for the person that Ziva had become and held on oh so tightly to her hand, even when they were in that terrible car wreck. She would never forget the time when he once told her that she was not alone in her first language. He has gone to many lengths for her, all because he loved her.

Tears reappeared on her already damp cheeks as she kneeled down next to an olive tree that they had planted together around the same time 5 years ago when she decided she wouldn’t be coming back to NCIS. It took Tony several months of fighting to get her back, once he finally found her, he caressed her cheek whilst looking into her eyes and told her “I’m fighting for you Ziva.” She knew, she knew Tony would always fight for her. She eventually decided she wanted to settle down, and with Tony.

 “I miss you Tony, I really do.” she whispered between sniffles, “I just wish you were here right now, I’m struggling. Really struggling.” Ziva began digging into the dry dirt, beads of tears rolling off her chin, she kept digging between sobs until she had dug an adequate amount before dropping a few olive pits into the hole.

“Thank you Tony, you’ve opened my eyes. You’ve shown me love when I never thought I’d get to experience it. The past 13 years spent with you, and 5 years of being a couple, have been the best years of my life. You’ve brought me more joy than you can ever imagine, and I can never thank you enough for that.”

She could’ve sworn she could feel his presence, his musky scent lingering, even hear his voice, it was somewhat comforting at a time like this. For the past week her heart felt like it would never repair, but perhaps planting the olive tree would give her closure, he will always have a space in her heart which no one can replace. 

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