The Little Things (3/8)
Title: The Little Things
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva/?
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, Paramount, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: I am not Jewish, so please forgive me any small mistakes I may make regarding the customs, etc. I’m trying my best to be accurate. It was just too fun an idea to pass up!
December 23, 2008
It was another early morning for Ziva David. She knew the snow had kept falling all night long turning the roads into a slushy mess. And while the team liked to give her a hard time about her driving, she knew it was best to leave home early and avoid the morning rush. Besides, she was a little curious what she might find when she got to work that day.
It took her a little while to shuck all the extra winter layers. As she ran her fingers through her hair to get rid of the static she glanced toward her desk drawer. She wondered whether there would even be anything there, considering it was so early and she hadn’t noticed anyone else in the building besides herself and the guards. Ignoring her normal routine, she simply sat down and reached for the drawer handle.
Sure enough, there was a small green velvet drawstring bag sitting front and center in the drawer. The contents shifted and made a strange clinking noise when she lifted the bag. Ziva raised a brow as she briefly searched her mind to place the sound and came up empty. ‘Guess there is only one way to find out!’ She eased the bunched up fabric apart carefully and peeked inside. Light glinted off her newest treasure and invited a deeper inspection. She tilted the pouch and dumped a handful of the marbles into her open palm. They were glass marbles of all different designs. Some classic cats eye marbles, some solid colored, some swirled in milky patterns; all of them beautiful and shiny. Ziva rolled them around in her hand enjoying their cold smoothness. She inspected each little sphere individually before carefully depositing them in her empty coffee mug. In the second handful she noticed one marble that was a good deal larger than all the rest. It caught her eye not just because of its size, but also the design. It was a cats eye with an iridescent green center that seemed to shift from yellow to olive to hunter and back again as the light hit it. It was beautiful and seemed familiar somehow. But like the sound of the marbles earlier, she couldn’t quite place it.
Deciding that the marbles looked pretty in her clear glass mug, Ziva emptied the rest into it and left them displayed on her desk. This way not only would she get to enjoy them for the rest of the day, she could also judge her teammates’ responses and maybe learn who was behind it. She now seriously doubted that it was McGee because he’d left early on Monday for a doctor’s appointment. She also realized upon giving it further thought that although they were good friends, McGee had always been somewhat afraid of her and would probably be wary of ever trying anything sneaky with her. Tony, on the other hand….
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva/?
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, Paramount, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: I am not Jewish, so please forgive me any small mistakes I may make regarding the customs, etc. I’m trying my best to be accurate. It was just too fun an idea to pass up!
December 23, 2008
It was another early morning for Ziva David. She knew the snow had kept falling all night long turning the roads into a slushy mess. And while the team liked to give her a hard time about her driving, she knew it was best to leave home early and avoid the morning rush. Besides, she was a little curious what she might find when she got to work that day.
It took her a little while to shuck all the extra winter layers. As she ran her fingers through her hair to get rid of the static she glanced toward her desk drawer. She wondered whether there would even be anything there, considering it was so early and she hadn’t noticed anyone else in the building besides herself and the guards. Ignoring her normal routine, she simply sat down and reached for the drawer handle.
Sure enough, there was a small green velvet drawstring bag sitting front and center in the drawer. The contents shifted and made a strange clinking noise when she lifted the bag. Ziva raised a brow as she briefly searched her mind to place the sound and came up empty. ‘Guess there is only one way to find out!’ She eased the bunched up fabric apart carefully and peeked inside. Light glinted off her newest treasure and invited a deeper inspection. She tilted the pouch and dumped a handful of the marbles into her open palm. They were glass marbles of all different designs. Some classic cats eye marbles, some solid colored, some swirled in milky patterns; all of them beautiful and shiny. Ziva rolled them around in her hand enjoying their cold smoothness. She inspected each little sphere individually before carefully depositing them in her empty coffee mug. In the second handful she noticed one marble that was a good deal larger than all the rest. It caught her eye not just because of its size, but also the design. It was a cats eye with an iridescent green center that seemed to shift from yellow to olive to hunter and back again as the light hit it. It was beautiful and seemed familiar somehow. But like the sound of the marbles earlier, she couldn’t quite place it.
Deciding that the marbles looked pretty in her clear glass mug, Ziva emptied the rest into it and left them displayed on her desk. This way not only would she get to enjoy them for the rest of the day, she could also judge her teammates’ responses and maybe learn who was behind it. She now seriously doubted that it was McGee because he’d left early on Monday for a doctor’s appointment. She also realized upon giving it further thought that although they were good friends, McGee had always been somewhat afraid of her and would probably be wary of ever trying anything sneaky with her. Tony, on the other hand….