The Little Things (8/8)
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 28, 2008
‘Today is the day!’ Ziva didn’t bother to conceal her excitement as she entered the building. She smiled at the soldiers on security detail and made her way up to the squadroom. She was surprised to find both Tony and McGee already at their desks, but her smile never wavered. “Good morning, boys!” Both men looked up curiously at her warm greeting. Saying nothing more, she just offered them a mysterious grin as she settled into her chair. She couldn’t help her snort of laughter when she watched the men look quizzically at each other in silent conversation, finding no answers between them.
“McGoogle, weren’t we supposed to-“ Tony urged with a meaningful look.
“Right, yeah! Let’s go take care of that.” McGee jumped from his seat and they both hurried toward the hall of interrogation rooms.
Ziva was more than happy to allow the boys to talk about her strange behavior behind her back if it meant getting rid of them for a few moments. Now alone, she carefully pulled the drawer open. A bed of tissue paper protected her last gift and a card peeked out from beneath it. She lifted the fragile gift from its little nest. It was a small stained glass Magen David that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. The six points alternated in color between blue and milky white and the hexagon at the center was clear. A tiny hanger at the tip of one point was tied with a loop of ribbon. Ziva threaded her finger through the loop and allowed the star to dangle before her, catching the early morning sun through the window. She watched as the glass spun slightly and bounced rays of blue light around the room. The glinting of light was mesmerizing, but not enough to distract Ziva from the card still in her drawer.
She set the star down gently and reached for the card. The front was plain white but had a large embossed menorah on it. Ziva traced the familiar symbol reverently for a moment. Then, holding her breath subconsciously, she opened the card. There was no writing inside but what she found made her smile brightly nonetheless. It was a single, perfect black fingerprint.
Ziva carefully placed the delicate star back in the safety of her drawer and headed for the elevator, card in hand. Her arrival in the basement went unnoticed due to the loud Christmas carols emanating from Abby’s office. She watched for a moment as the scientist bounced around the tinsel filled lab working and humming along with the stereo.
Abby finally turned and saw the woman hovering in her doorway. “Hi, Ziva! Whatcha got for me?”
Ziva stepped further into the lab and lifted the card, flashing the fingerprint at Abby.
“Oh, you need me to run a fingerprint?”
“Actually,” Ziva inched closer to Abby, “That might not be necessary.” Ziva gently grasped Abby’s right hand and lifted it up between them. Wordlessly she guided her to lift her index finger for Ziva’s inspection. Ziva was silent for another long moment as she carefully compared Abby’s finger to the print on the card. Finally she looked up at Abby with a smile and a raised brow. “Guess I got my match.” Still looking warmly into Abby’s eyes, Ziva pressed a soft kiss to the other woman’s fingertip before releasing her hand.
A pink flush spread on Abby’s face as she looked back at Ziva. “How… um, how did you know it was me? I thought I did a good job of covering my tracks.”
“You did. And I didn’t know, at least not for sure, until just now.” It was Ziva’s turn to blush as she continued, “But I hoped it was you.”
FIN
Thanks to everybody who stayed with me and left their comments. I really appreciate all the encouragement!
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 28, 2008
‘Today is the day!’ Ziva didn’t bother to conceal her excitement as she entered the building. She smiled at the soldiers on security detail and made her way up to the squadroom. She was surprised to find both Tony and McGee already at their desks, but her smile never wavered. “Good morning, boys!” Both men looked up curiously at her warm greeting. Saying nothing more, she just offered them a mysterious grin as she settled into her chair. She couldn’t help her snort of laughter when she watched the men look quizzically at each other in silent conversation, finding no answers between them.
“McGoogle, weren’t we supposed to-“ Tony urged with a meaningful look.
“Right, yeah! Let’s go take care of that.” McGee jumped from his seat and they both hurried toward the hall of interrogation rooms.
Ziva was more than happy to allow the boys to talk about her strange behavior behind her back if it meant getting rid of them for a few moments. Now alone, she carefully pulled the drawer open. A bed of tissue paper protected her last gift and a card peeked out from beneath it. She lifted the fragile gift from its little nest. It was a small stained glass Magen David that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. The six points alternated in color between blue and milky white and the hexagon at the center was clear. A tiny hanger at the tip of one point was tied with a loop of ribbon. Ziva threaded her finger through the loop and allowed the star to dangle before her, catching the early morning sun through the window. She watched as the glass spun slightly and bounced rays of blue light around the room. The glinting of light was mesmerizing, but not enough to distract Ziva from the card still in her drawer.
She set the star down gently and reached for the card. The front was plain white but had a large embossed menorah on it. Ziva traced the familiar symbol reverently for a moment. Then, holding her breath subconsciously, she opened the card. There was no writing inside but what she found made her smile brightly nonetheless. It was a single, perfect black fingerprint.
Ziva carefully placed the delicate star back in the safety of her drawer and headed for the elevator, card in hand. Her arrival in the basement went unnoticed due to the loud Christmas carols emanating from Abby’s office. She watched for a moment as the scientist bounced around the tinsel filled lab working and humming along with the stereo.
Abby finally turned and saw the woman hovering in her doorway. “Hi, Ziva! Whatcha got for me?”
Ziva stepped further into the lab and lifted the card, flashing the fingerprint at Abby.
“Oh, you need me to run a fingerprint?”
“Actually,” Ziva inched closer to Abby, “That might not be necessary.” Ziva gently grasped Abby’s right hand and lifted it up between them. Wordlessly she guided her to lift her index finger for Ziva’s inspection. Ziva was silent for another long moment as she carefully compared Abby’s finger to the print on the card. Finally she looked up at Abby with a smile and a raised brow. “Guess I got my match.” Still looking warmly into Abby’s eyes, Ziva pressed a soft kiss to the other woman’s fingertip before releasing her hand.
A pink flush spread on Abby’s face as she looked back at Ziva. “How… um, how did you know it was me? I thought I did a good job of covering my tracks.”
“You did. And I didn’t know, at least not for sure, until just now.” It was Ziva’s turn to blush as she continued, “But I hoped it was you.”
FIN
Thanks to everybody who stayed with me and left their comments. I really appreciate all the encouragement!