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crack_van2010-04-27 10:44 pm
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Time, Fleeting, by LittleSammy (R)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Length: 24k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littlesammy
Author Website: Fic tagged at Little Sammy's journal
Why this must be read:
This is one of the best Tony/Ziva fics I've read recently; it begins with a case but segues into an exploration of how Tony and the team might react if Ziva were potentially permanently injured. I love the way Little Sammy grounds the characters in canon characterizations but is still able to make believable and interesting leaps. And the progression of Tony and Ziva's relationship is compelling and inevitable in all the best ways.
When he finally had the chance to get away from the scene and the inquiries and all the damned statements that had to be taken, it was getting dark, and he was tired and confused and had the feeling of a big rock lodged in his stomach.
Ziva's hospital room was only dimly lit, and the first thing Tony saw when a nurse pointed him to it was Gibbs, standing vigil outside the room and staring through the observation window silently. His steps slowed with every one he took, and he felt hesitation tug at his heart. He should have been with her, not McGee. He should have kept shouting at the LEOs until he could ride along with his partner.
"How is she?" he asked, and Gibbs just sighed without turning his head.
"Blind."
Breathing was hard all of a sudden.
"What?" he pressed out. So that was what color draining from one's face felt like.
"Flashbang caught her almost right in the face, so her eyes took some damage."
"Temporary, right?" His voice didn't seem to work like it should, and he had to fight the urge to keep repeating his last word. Right? She'll be alright, right, dad? Please make her alright again! He took a carefully controlled breath and pushed the old pain away. Tried to ignore the sudden roaring wave of his pulse crashing against his ear drums while he waited for an answer.
And then Gibbs did the unthinkable and just shrugged, and Tony's hands clenched into fists.
He turned his head and stared at the small woman in the hospital bed that was really too big for her. She seemed asleep but she could have just as well been drugged up to her ears. There were gauze pads bandaged over her eyes so she wouldn't try too hard to make them work again, and hell, he knew that his own personal Sydney Bristow had been trying hard for sure. He fought the urge to climb into bed with her and wrap his arms around her until she woke up again and everything was fine.
Time, Fleeting
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Length: 24k
Author on LJ:
littlesammyAuthor Website: Fic tagged at Little Sammy's journal
Why this must be read:
This is one of the best Tony/Ziva fics I've read recently; it begins with a case but segues into an exploration of how Tony and the team might react if Ziva were potentially permanently injured. I love the way Little Sammy grounds the characters in canon characterizations but is still able to make believable and interesting leaps. And the progression of Tony and Ziva's relationship is compelling and inevitable in all the best ways.
When he finally had the chance to get away from the scene and the inquiries and all the damned statements that had to be taken, it was getting dark, and he was tired and confused and had the feeling of a big rock lodged in his stomach.
Ziva's hospital room was only dimly lit, and the first thing Tony saw when a nurse pointed him to it was Gibbs, standing vigil outside the room and staring through the observation window silently. His steps slowed with every one he took, and he felt hesitation tug at his heart. He should have been with her, not McGee. He should have kept shouting at the LEOs until he could ride along with his partner.
"How is she?" he asked, and Gibbs just sighed without turning his head.
"Blind."
Breathing was hard all of a sudden.
"What?" he pressed out. So that was what color draining from one's face felt like.
"Flashbang caught her almost right in the face, so her eyes took some damage."
"Temporary, right?" His voice didn't seem to work like it should, and he had to fight the urge to keep repeating his last word. Right? She'll be alright, right, dad? Please make her alright again! He took a carefully controlled breath and pushed the old pain away. Tried to ignore the sudden roaring wave of his pulse crashing against his ear drums while he waited for an answer.
And then Gibbs did the unthinkable and just shrugged, and Tony's hands clenched into fists.
He turned his head and stared at the small woman in the hospital bed that was really too big for her. She seemed asleep but she could have just as well been drugged up to her ears. There were gauze pads bandaged over her eyes so she wouldn't try too hard to make them work again, and hell, he knew that his own personal Sydney Bristow had been trying hard for sure. He fought the urge to climb into bed with her and wrap his arms around her until she woke up again and everything was fine.
Time, Fleeting