No Good Deed by DrawMeASheep (NC-17)
Pairing: Tony/Ziva, Ziva/OMC
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Author's website: www.fanfiction.net/u/1145030
Why this must be read:
This is number 3 in a series of 5 fics, but it can be read alone. Very intriguing, full-length Mossad/NCIS undercover op through the body of the fic, bracketed by ship stuff. Even if you dislike Ziva because she’s not Kate, give this a try, because this is definitely not a mission anyone would have tried to send Kate on. (Think of Ziva as an original character if you need to and go with it.) I’ll even tolerate Jen in this, and I really don’t like her on the show, but here you get a taste that she might have had a clue about being an agent at one time.
A freezing wind swept through the Parisian night, carrying the distorted sounds of traffic and late revelry. Ziva’s dark red silk robe billowed around her, exposing her bare feet and legs to the cold. Her matching nightgown clung to her back, tacky with perspiration. She could feel sweat trickling down her forehead also, but her tight grip on her Jericho 941 never wavered. She kept it steady and level, right hand squeezing the textured grip, left hand supporting the right. In spite of the cold and her state of undress, the only place she felt a chill was around the platinum band on her left ring finger.
Dmitri stood at her side, almost casually aiming in the same direction she was. He leaned toward her, placing his free hand on her lower back and whispering in her ear, “They will not dare shoot me, not without the code. But you? They will use you against me. We must leave.”
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Across the rooftop, Tony, Jen and Gibbs blocked the only viable escape, pointing their own weapons in her direction. They wouldn’t hesitate to fire any more than she would. Tony looked especially determined; the white splint on his nose made his eyes and the bruising under them appear more vivid.
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