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crack_van2010-04-07 09:56 pm
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Perspective, by ygrawn, M-15
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony/Ziva, ensemble
Length: ~12k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ygrawn
Author Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This is a totally charming Tony/Ziva fic that utilizes the rest of the cast to comedic and/or poignant effect. Ygrawn is a tremendous writer and she paints a fantastic portrait of what a Tony/Ziva relationship might actually look like. This is a hugely enjoyable read!
McGee keeps reciting Horatio’s dialogue - anything to keep his brain active, anything to stay awake. The elevator is taking forever, which means Gibbs has probably commandeered it for a meeting or a dressing-down, so he sighs and heads for the stairwell.
He hears the murmur of voices after he’s hiked up two flights and when he rounds the landing between the ground and the first floor he recognises Ziva’s honeyed accent. She's insisting she's okay.
McGee climbs another half-flight to see her standing in the corner of the landing above him, or more accurately, pinned there. By Tony. He has Ziva pinned to the wall with his hips and he’s holding her face between his large hands, his mouth inches from hers. Neither of them can see him, but McGee takes two steps back anyway.
“I know you’re okay,” Tony says and his tone might sound amiable on the surface but McGee can hear the restrained anger running beneath it. And fear, too.
Ziva pushes ineffectually at Tony’s chest. “Then why are you breaking our rules…”
“Screw the rules,” Tony interrupts and then he kisses her.
It takes McGee a moment to process that Tony and Ziva are kissing. At work. In the stairwell. They’re kissing with an easy intimacy that suggests they’ve been doing it for months – McGee can see it in the way Ziva unconsciously angles her head back, the confident way Tony’s hand slips through Ziva’s loose hair and trails slowly down to rest on her hip. He can see it in their closed eyes, the natural rhythms of their mouths and even the play of their…
And that’s when McGee realises he’s spying on his co-workers kissing with burning, desperate intensity and he’s dry-mouthed, wide-eyed and hotter than hell and he shouldn’t be watching, but he can’t look away.
Perspective
Pairing: Tony/Ziva, ensemble
Length: ~12k
Author on LJ:
ygrawnAuthor Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This is a totally charming Tony/Ziva fic that utilizes the rest of the cast to comedic and/or poignant effect. Ygrawn is a tremendous writer and she paints a fantastic portrait of what a Tony/Ziva relationship might actually look like. This is a hugely enjoyable read!
McGee keeps reciting Horatio’s dialogue - anything to keep his brain active, anything to stay awake. The elevator is taking forever, which means Gibbs has probably commandeered it for a meeting or a dressing-down, so he sighs and heads for the stairwell.
He hears the murmur of voices after he’s hiked up two flights and when he rounds the landing between the ground and the first floor he recognises Ziva’s honeyed accent. She's insisting she's okay.
McGee climbs another half-flight to see her standing in the corner of the landing above him, or more accurately, pinned there. By Tony. He has Ziva pinned to the wall with his hips and he’s holding her face between his large hands, his mouth inches from hers. Neither of them can see him, but McGee takes two steps back anyway.
“I know you’re okay,” Tony says and his tone might sound amiable on the surface but McGee can hear the restrained anger running beneath it. And fear, too.
Ziva pushes ineffectually at Tony’s chest. “Then why are you breaking our rules…”
“Screw the rules,” Tony interrupts and then he kisses her.
It takes McGee a moment to process that Tony and Ziva are kissing. At work. In the stairwell. They’re kissing with an easy intimacy that suggests they’ve been doing it for months – McGee can see it in the way Ziva unconsciously angles her head back, the confident way Tony’s hand slips through Ziva’s loose hair and trails slowly down to rest on her hip. He can see it in their closed eyes, the natural rhythms of their mouths and even the play of their…
And that’s when McGee realises he’s spying on his co-workers kissing with burning, desperate intensity and he’s dry-mouthed, wide-eyed and hotter than hell and he shouldn’t be watching, but he can’t look away.
Perspective