তিক্ত and Blue- 1462 words
Tony had been অভিনয় 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 ডেস্ক 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 house and get some latex gloves. We ran out,” he said. Tony’s face lit up.
“Then can I stay home?” he asked, wide-eyed in hope. The whole team turned and stared at him incredulously. His grin retracted.
“I, uh…they’re প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে Eastenders at one. Didn’t wanna miss it. I’ll just…go get the gloves now.”
Ziva had noticed that he was behaving a little oddly then, as no one in their right mind would ever ask Gibbs to go প্রথমপাতা in the middle of a case.
1800
Tony was working furiously on his paperwork. Ziva watched the bead of sweat that trickled down the side of his face, creased in concentration.
“Wow,” ব্যক্ত McGee, “Do আপনি reckon they finally gave him his Ritalin?” Ziva chuckled, but Tony didn’t even budge, not responding to the joke. That was weird in itself. Suddenly, he slammed his hands down on the ডেস্ক in relief.
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Boss, paperwork finished, can I go now?” he asked. Gibbs looked at him.
“Eager, DiNozzo?”
Tony shrugged.
“Just wanna get home.” Gibbs watched him for a moment, but nodded his head towards the elevator. Tony practically danced through the doors.
That was when Ziva had decided to follow him.
It was a stupid idea, she knew, but some part of her ached to find out what her partner was so keen on getting to. She hoped against all hope that it wasn’t another mystery woman.
“Gibbs, I have finished as well. I will see আপনি tomorrow,” she said. Gibbs nodded in response. Ziva quickly caught the পরবর্তি elevator down and into the building’s foyer. Looking around quickly, she spotted Tony’s cloaked figure exiting the automatic glass doors, and turning left. She followed.
Ziva drew her ঘোমটা up over her head, both because the night was cold, and because it offered her some form of identity protection. Keeping her head আরো অথবা less down to the pavement, Ziva tucked her dark curls inside her hoodie, her breath leaving wisps of fog in the air.
Tony had retreated to his car. Ziva quickly noted that getting into it would involve him turning around. Instantly, she snapped her body behind a thick telegraph pole, her হৃদয় pounding, hoping he hadn’t spotted her. She heard his car door open and close, and peeked round the corner.
He was not in his car.
Instead, he had continued walking, this time clutching a large, black, oddly shapen bag. The night made it impossible to see exactly what it was. So she continued following, her hands shoved
in her pockets.
At last Tony seemed to have stopped. He had paused in front of a building before walking inside. Ziva noted the neon sign. It ব্যক্ত “The Blue Room.” Ziva knew of this place. It was a club, mainly for jazz but open for other styles too. Pulling her ঘোমটা down further over her eyes, she entered the place.
The lights were dim and কমলা tinted, and the stench of smoke hung in the air. Ziva could even see the মেঘ of it around her, and everyone else. A large man stood at an archway with relief etched on his face.
“Tony! Finally, we thought we was gonna have to replace ya!” he exclaimed, clapping Tony on the back. He grinned.
“Ah, don’t sweat it Marty. Did ya miss me?” he joked.
“Naww, never!” Marty beamed, প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে yellowed teeth. “Come on, you’re up next!” he beckoned. Tony took a deep breath and continued into the quiet club. It was lined with lounges and tables around corners, and a bar stretched across the back. The place was shabby, but…cozy.
Marty allowed Ziva inside and she took a আসন at one of the very back tables. He had ব্যক্ত “You’re up next.” Up পরবর্তি for what, exactly?
Her প্রশ্ন was soon answered.
The near-collapsing stage at the front had a sudden spotlight thrown at it, and Marty ambled onto the stage. He tapped the microphone.
“Hey everyone. Shut up for a second. Well he’s here, everybody’s favourite regular, Tony DiNozzo!” he said, welcoming Tony onto the stage. Scattered applause rang through the audience. Tony stepped into the spotlight clutching…a guitar?
He never told me he could play guitar! This is so strange… Ziva thought.
“Um, নমস্কার guys,” ব্যক্ত Tony, scratching the back of his head as the microphone made feedback sounds. The whole room was intensely focused on him. আপনি could tell that he was pretty famous around the place.
“Well, this is a new song I wrote. It’s about…a friend of mine. They went missi— away. For a long time. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. But we got her back, and that’s all that matters.”
“Her?” called someone in the audience. Tony ignored them.
This all felt surreal to Ziva. Tony seemed to be talking…about her. Tony had written a song about her? It was too good to be true.
“It’s just about, how I kinda felt during the time she wasn’t there. I feel like, I can sorta tell আপনি guys about it.” An encouraging cheer rose from the audience, and Tony smiled. He sat down on a মল in the centre of the stage and heaved his গিটার to his lap. And then, he began to play.
Ziva’s mouth nearly fell open when she heard his voice.
It was low, guttural, sexy…and incredibly, incredibly good. She didn’t know he could sing!
She took note of a few of the verses.
“Oh the beholder
So steadfast and true
Observing the wreckage
From his point of view
In revolt of long হারিয়ে গেছে hope
Oh, yeah,” he sung.
Not only were the lyrics creative and poetic…they were heartfelt.
“I’m thoughtful and
Gloomy and
তিক্ত and blue,” were the words of the chorus.
Ziva’s হৃদয় throbbed painfully in her chest as she smiled. It was amazing to hear what really went through his mind while she was gone.
“So give me an answer
A place and a time
A way to advance
A cosmic sign
And I’ll প্রদর্শনী you
My point of view
Oh, yeah
Yeah, I’ll প্রদর্শনী you.”
So he was looking for answers. He was confused, looking for a way to সরানো forward.
“I haven’t been happy
In such a long time
Cloudy and grey skies
Instead of sunshine
I guess that’s how
I’m looking now
So pale
Like I’m in disguise,” he crooned softly. Tears came to her eyes. If only he knew she was here…
Tony finished the song and the audience clapped as he left the stage.
“Open mic now,” ব্যক্ত Marty.
As Tony went to leave, a figure caught his eye, shaking her hair out of her hood. He snapped to attention. Only one woman had hair like that.
“Ziva?!” he questioned. She approached him. Tony gulped. She had heard his song. Honestly…he didn’t know how she would react.
“Ziva, what are আপনি doing here?” he asked.
“I’m observing you, Tony,” she replied, her brown eyes softly questioning. He was silent, unsure of what to say.
“I…I should probably go,” he said, making an excuse to get away from those eyes he wished he could just fall into. As he turned to leave, her small hand locked onto his wrist. He turned painfully and faced her again.
“That was beautiful, Tony,” she said, her face full of honesty. He smiled wryly.
“Glad আপনি liked it,” he replied.
“I did not realize you…felt, so strongly about me,” ব্যক্ত Ziva, still honest. He chuckled lightly.
“I already told আপনি I couldn’t live without you,” Tony told her. Ziva bit her lip as her face flushed.
“And I already kissed you,” she said, leaning in to press her lips to his cheek like she had in the men’s bathroom. At the last minute, he turned his head and caught her lips with his own, soft, and light. When his eyes opened, she was smiling. They ব্যক্ত nothing for a moment, his chin resting on the শীর্ষ of her head.
“I happen to know that আপনি sing too, Zee-vah,” Tony smiled. “It’s open mic night, আপনি should give it a go.” Ziva smirked and looked up at him.
“Do আপনি know a song called…“Temptation?”
End.
Hope আপনি liked it, just a couple of notes. Firstly, I know that is nothing of what the song is actually about, but I manipulated it a bit. And plus, it seems to be about a wrecked relationship…and theirs sort of was, wasn’t it? Secondly, this idea is based on something that Michael Weatherly himself came up with, answering this question.
“Will Michael Weatherly’s song ‘Bitter & Blue’ be used in Season 8 of ‘NCIS’? It’d be nice to actually have Michael গান গাওয়া with the guitar. – Kylie”
He replied: “I can’t say if it will ever happen অথবা never happen, but I’m not against it, in the right scenario.” He also ব্যক্ত his proposed set up was ‘Ziva following Tony to a smoky little jazz club where he’s playing his heartfelt music, expressing himself.’ SQUEE! I guess I just sorta Tiva-fied it a little :) Info can be found here: link
Tony had been অভিনয় 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 ডেস্ক 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 house and get some latex gloves. We ran out,” he said. Tony’s face lit up.
“Then can I stay home?” he asked, wide-eyed in hope. The whole team turned and stared at him incredulously. His grin retracted.
“I, uh…they’re প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে Eastenders at one. Didn’t wanna miss it. I’ll just…go get the gloves now.”
Ziva had noticed that he was behaving a little oddly then, as no one in their right mind would ever ask Gibbs to go প্রথমপাতা in the middle of a case.
1800
Tony was working furiously on his paperwork. Ziva watched the bead of sweat that trickled down the side of his face, creased in concentration.
“Wow,” ব্যক্ত McGee, “Do আপনি reckon they finally gave him his Ritalin?” Ziva chuckled, but Tony didn’t even budge, not responding to the joke. That was weird in itself. Suddenly, he slammed his hands down on the ডেস্ক in relief.
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Boss, paperwork finished, can I go now?” he asked. Gibbs looked at him.
“Eager, DiNozzo?”
Tony shrugged.
“Just wanna get home.” Gibbs watched him for a moment, but nodded his head towards the elevator. Tony practically danced through the doors.
That was when Ziva had decided to follow him.
It was a stupid idea, she knew, but some part of her ached to find out what her partner was so keen on getting to. She hoped against all hope that it wasn’t another mystery woman.
“Gibbs, I have finished as well. I will see আপনি tomorrow,” she said. Gibbs nodded in response. Ziva quickly caught the পরবর্তি elevator down and into the building’s foyer. Looking around quickly, she spotted Tony’s cloaked figure exiting the automatic glass doors, and turning left. She followed.
Ziva drew her ঘোমটা up over her head, both because the night was cold, and because it offered her some form of identity protection. Keeping her head আরো অথবা less down to the pavement, Ziva tucked her dark curls inside her hoodie, her breath leaving wisps of fog in the air.
Tony had retreated to his car. Ziva quickly noted that getting into it would involve him turning around. Instantly, she snapped her body behind a thick telegraph pole, her হৃদয় pounding, hoping he hadn’t spotted her. She heard his car door open and close, and peeked round the corner.
He was not in his car.
Instead, he had continued walking, this time clutching a large, black, oddly shapen bag. The night made it impossible to see exactly what it was. So she continued following, her hands shoved
in her pockets.
At last Tony seemed to have stopped. He had paused in front of a building before walking inside. Ziva noted the neon sign. It ব্যক্ত “The Blue Room.” Ziva knew of this place. It was a club, mainly for jazz but open for other styles too. Pulling her ঘোমটা down further over her eyes, she entered the place.
The lights were dim and কমলা tinted, and the stench of smoke hung in the air. Ziva could even see the মেঘ of it around her, and everyone else. A large man stood at an archway with relief etched on his face.
“Tony! Finally, we thought we was gonna have to replace ya!” he exclaimed, clapping Tony on the back. He grinned.
“Ah, don’t sweat it Marty. Did ya miss me?” he joked.
“Naww, never!” Marty beamed, প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে yellowed teeth. “Come on, you’re up next!” he beckoned. Tony took a deep breath and continued into the quiet club. It was lined with lounges and tables around corners, and a bar stretched across the back. The place was shabby, but…cozy.
Marty allowed Ziva inside and she took a আসন at one of the very back tables. He had ব্যক্ত “You’re up next.” Up পরবর্তি for what, exactly?
Her প্রশ্ন was soon answered.
The near-collapsing stage at the front had a sudden spotlight thrown at it, and Marty ambled onto the stage. He tapped the microphone.
“Hey everyone. Shut up for a second. Well he’s here, everybody’s favourite regular, Tony DiNozzo!” he said, welcoming Tony onto the stage. Scattered applause rang through the audience. Tony stepped into the spotlight clutching…a guitar?
He never told me he could play guitar! This is so strange… Ziva thought.
“Um, নমস্কার guys,” ব্যক্ত Tony, scratching the back of his head as the microphone made feedback sounds. The whole room was intensely focused on him. আপনি could tell that he was pretty famous around the place.
“Well, this is a new song I wrote. It’s about…a friend of mine. They went missi— away. For a long time. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. But we got her back, and that’s all that matters.”
“Her?” called someone in the audience. Tony ignored them.
This all felt surreal to Ziva. Tony seemed to be talking…about her. Tony had written a song about her? It was too good to be true.
“It’s just about, how I kinda felt during the time she wasn’t there. I feel like, I can sorta tell আপনি guys about it.” An encouraging cheer rose from the audience, and Tony smiled. He sat down on a মল in the centre of the stage and heaved his গিটার to his lap. And then, he began to play.
Ziva’s mouth nearly fell open when she heard his voice.
It was low, guttural, sexy…and incredibly, incredibly good. She didn’t know he could sing!
She took note of a few of the verses.
“Oh the beholder
So steadfast and true
Observing the wreckage
From his point of view
In revolt of long হারিয়ে গেছে hope
Oh, yeah,” he sung.
Not only were the lyrics creative and poetic…they were heartfelt.
“I’m thoughtful and
Gloomy and
তিক্ত and blue,” were the words of the chorus.
Ziva’s হৃদয় throbbed painfully in her chest as she smiled. It was amazing to hear what really went through his mind while she was gone.
“So give me an answer
A place and a time
A way to advance
A cosmic sign
And I’ll প্রদর্শনী you
My point of view
Oh, yeah
Yeah, I’ll প্রদর্শনী you.”
So he was looking for answers. He was confused, looking for a way to সরানো forward.
“I haven’t been happy
In such a long time
Cloudy and grey skies
Instead of sunshine
I guess that’s how
I’m looking now
So pale
Like I’m in disguise,” he crooned softly. Tears came to her eyes. If only he knew she was here…
Tony finished the song and the audience clapped as he left the stage.
“Open mic now,” ব্যক্ত Marty.
As Tony went to leave, a figure caught his eye, shaking her hair out of her hood. He snapped to attention. Only one woman had hair like that.
“Ziva?!” he questioned. She approached him. Tony gulped. She had heard his song. Honestly…he didn’t know how she would react.
“Ziva, what are আপনি doing here?” he asked.
“I’m observing you, Tony,” she replied, her brown eyes softly questioning. He was silent, unsure of what to say.
“I…I should probably go,” he said, making an excuse to get away from those eyes he wished he could just fall into. As he turned to leave, her small hand locked onto his wrist. He turned painfully and faced her again.
“That was beautiful, Tony,” she said, her face full of honesty. He smiled wryly.
“Glad আপনি liked it,” he replied.
“I did not realize you…felt, so strongly about me,” ব্যক্ত Ziva, still honest. He chuckled lightly.
“I already told আপনি I couldn’t live without you,” Tony told her. Ziva bit her lip as her face flushed.
“And I already kissed you,” she said, leaning in to press her lips to his cheek like she had in the men’s bathroom. At the last minute, he turned his head and caught her lips with his own, soft, and light. When his eyes opened, she was smiling. They ব্যক্ত nothing for a moment, his chin resting on the শীর্ষ of her head.
“I happen to know that আপনি sing too, Zee-vah,” Tony smiled. “It’s open mic night, আপনি should give it a go.” Ziva smirked and looked up at him.
“Do আপনি know a song called…“Temptation?”
End.
Hope আপনি liked it, just a couple of notes. Firstly, I know that is nothing of what the song is actually about, but I manipulated it a bit. And plus, it seems to be about a wrecked relationship…and theirs sort of was, wasn’t it? Secondly, this idea is based on something that Michael Weatherly himself came up with, answering this question.
“Will Michael Weatherly’s song ‘Bitter & Blue’ be used in Season 8 of ‘NCIS’? It’d be nice to actually have Michael গান গাওয়া with the guitar. – Kylie”
He replied: “I can’t say if it will ever happen অথবা never happen, but I’m not against it, in the right scenario.” He also ব্যক্ত his proposed set up was ‘Ziva following Tony to a smoky little jazz club where he’s playing his heartfelt music, expressing himself.’ SQUEE! I guess I just sorta Tiva-fied it a little :) Info can be found here: link
