más than a feeling.

This is my first Tiva fanfic. I hope tu like it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own ncis o any of it's characters. That is the genius that is Don Bellisario.

Tony edged his way through the elevator door, holding the multiple coffees in one hand and Abby's Caf-Pow drink in the other.
“How do tu do that?” McGee asked.
“He doesn't know.” Gibbs spoke suddenly, making Ziva jump.
“Gibbs! Coffee?” Without waiting for an answer, Tony handed Gibbs a coffee.
“Thanks.” Gibbs said. He took a sip. “Come on. We have a dead Marine in southern Pennsylvania. McGee-” he tossed him the car keys-”You're...

I decided to do some Tiva iPod drabbles, sorry if they're a bit long, it's just once I start it's a bit hard to stop! xD That's also why I did five!

I came up with these trying to come up with the segundo chapter of my fanfic 'Blame It On My Youth'. Check it out!

Anyway, I better tell tu I don't have anything to do with ncis apart from the fact that I amor it!

The characters may be a bit out of character so be warned! :)

Anyway Enjoy!

Feels Like Tonight - Daughtry

tu can do this, DiNozzo, he thought to himself.

He strolled out of the elevator, but stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on Ziva....

Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Unfortunately. XD
So this one is for “goodgirlmikey” to write a Ziva/Ducky friendship fic based off of this quote:
“Every man is afraid of something. That’s how tu know he’s in amor with you;
when he’s afraid of losing you.” – Anonymous.

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How Do I Know?

The doors to autopsy slid open with a whoosh as Ziva entered making hardly a sound. The room continued to be filled with nothing but silence, as Ziva roamed around the corner and then finally settling down on the chair.

She hadn’t been down here for awhile now, not alone at least. Because she could...

Finally

This is a tag piece for "False Witness" so there'll be some spoilers. All mistakes are mine and I apologize for them.

There's a little fluff too (and OOC at the end! So be warned!), other than that please enjoy =)!

Disclaimer: I wrote it down on paper once, but it still isn't mine.

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Night had finally dawned over and the moon had greedily pushed the sun aside to reign supreme. Tony found himself splayed across his sofá with a cerveza in hand as he switched through piles and piles of shitty dramas that were overly dramatic, and truth be told plain old fake. It had been a very long tiring...