Ziva/Abby Music Drabbles
Rating: PG to NC-17 (maybe, just being safe)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and only own the C.Ds that the songs came from. Besides that I am a poor little student, please do not sue.
A/N: Okay so awhile back I'd seen this meme that had basically taken over the LJ femslash communities I was a part of and thought I'd take a crack at it. And holy crap! This was a bit more difficult then I thought it'd been and had close to just saying forget about it, but I figured what the heck and finished it. Hope ya'll like, if not well...it was good practice. I kinda suck at intimate scenes.
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1. The Matrix Soundtrack
She walked through the crowd, going against it. Always against. She never could go with the flow, as most did. She’d been born different and had embraced the fact as soon as she was old enough to accept it. Though she knew she could blend in if she wanted to. Her eyes cast around. ‘That guy’s eyes are a beautiful color. And her lips. Maybe a little of her chin mixed with that guy’s cheekbones.’ A smile played on her lips as she took in the details of every face, memorizing them for future use. She could be anybody and no body, a skill she’d perfected as an assassin. She could impersonate and not get caught.
But it seemed the only person she couldn’t be is herself. After so many years she could barely remember who Ziva David truly was. When she was last time she’d been herself? The answer came in the form of a young woman, sparkling green eyes, long black hair and an addicting smile. ‘Abby.’ Five years ago since she’d last been on New Earth, and five years ago since she’d actually been Ziva David, not some stranger on a mission sheet. That night had been terrifying, thrilling and bittersweet. She wondered if Abby even knew the power that she held, being able to allow the assassin to be true, if only for a few hours. ‘I doubt it.’ Ziva thought sadly, stepping into the M.I.S.D. building and riding the elevator up. A part of her wanted to go down to the Orleans sector and see if the Goth still owned the Computer shop, but she knew that wouldn’t do any good. It would only bring up bad memories and awkward questions, two things she’d gotten good at avoiding over the years ever since…She was different, from how she was born to what she could do. Even the tattoo, the intricate A tattooed onto the back of her neck symbolized her solidarity, despite how many others she knew had the same mark. There was no going back. She was alone…always going against the crowd. She knew no other way.
2. Mockingbird - Eminem
“Mommy…are you going to come to my birthday?” Large brown eyes looked up into identical mahogany orbs.
“I will try, my love.”
“Are you an mom still angry with one another?”
Ziva swallowed hard as she gathered her young daughter into her arms. While the little girl had inherited her darker coloring she had her Mom’s features and mischievous nature. “It’s not anything you have to worry about.”
Sarah snuggled into her mother’s arms, clinging onto the collar of her jacket. “But I do. You’re both upset. Mom cries at night.”
Ziva felt her throat close up. She still loved the other woman so much, but could they get back together.
“Sarah!” An all too familiar voice called out, causing both brunettes to turn towards the raven haired woman leaning against the door.
“Go on, my love. I will be there at your birthday.”
Watery brown eyes looked up. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
This earned her a large smile and a hug before the young girl scampered off. Ziva looked up to see the other woman walking towards her.
“Abby.”
“Hey Ziva.”
Could they get back together?
She wanted to so badly.
“…I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
3. Unexpected Song - Unknown
Ziva watched her lover dance around in the living room as the Israeli cooked dinner. She still couldn't believe the things that had happened. Every day she thanked God, Allah, Buddha and whoever else was listening for bringing this joy into her life. For bringing Abigail Sciuto into her world.
A few years ago she never would have guessed that she would have found true love; she never thought it was possible for someone like her. But it had happened. An unexpected surprise but a pleasant one.
"You okay?" Abby asked, stopping her dancing and staring at her girlfriend, head cocked slightly in question.
Ziva smiled and nodded, "Yes. Just thinking, Abigail." Abby walked closer and stood on the other side of the counter.
"That smells really good. What're you thinkin' about?"
"How lucky I am."
"For what?"
"You."
This earned her a broad smile and a sweet kiss.
4. Taken - Plumb
Abby looked out the window, her hand grasping onto the necklace around her throat. It was a simple half heart necklace, but it was the thought of who held the other piece of the necklace that had the Goth sighing. It had been three weeks since Vance had split up the team. Since she'd heard Tony and McGee joke and fight. Three weeks since they'd all gone down to the bar and share a drink.
Since… "Oh Ziva." Her eyes closed as she thought of her lover. All she knew was she was back in Israel and missed her deeply. She could still see the full lips pulling up in a smile at one of Tony's jokes or her dark eyes shimmering as she solved a problem. She missed her so and her heart ached. They hadn't been together long before the split and they were still in the tentative stage of 'Is this right? Is this going to last?' She wasn't sure. Forever love wasn't something she had really believed in. Not until she'd met Ziva. Now the other half of her heart was half way around the world. And as much as the thought that her heart was no longer her own terrified the young woman, she could think of no one better to keep it safe.
"Come back to me baby," She breathed, bringing the silver necklace to her lips.
5. Sissy's Song - Alan Jackson
Ziva stared down at the stone, her body numb and unfeeling to the world around her. She knew the wind was blowing, felt it stir her hair but paid it no heed because she knew if she did her grief-stricken mind would trick her into believing she could hear that laugh that she had so cherished at one time.
"Ziva?"
Dark eyes snapped around, for a foolish moment believing it would be another figure standing before her, but instead it was Abby.
"Baby how long have you been out here?"
Ziva turned back to the marker, her eyes tracing over the name. Jennifer Shepard, beloved friend and leader. "She died too young. Do you believe she is in a better place?" Ziva whispered, sounding like a lost child. Heaven and hell were not concepts she thought of often, but the mere notion that this woman…her…to try and figure out what Jennifer Shepard was to her would take a lifetime, but to even think that Jennifer wasn't in a better place, in heaven surrounded by warmth and piece tore at the Mossad agent's heart.
She felt strong arms wrap around her waist. "Of course she is. She was a great person. You cared about her a lot, huh?"
"Very much. She saved my life. I should have been there," Ziva whispered, eyes blurring with tears, but she couldn't let them fall.
"It's okay to cry, Ziva. She wouldn't want you to hurt. She'd want you to remember the good times."
Ziva tilted her head back to the sky, her crumbling defenses allowing her to let in the thoughts and memories she'd been trying to hold at bay. She heard faint laughter on the wind.
And since finding her friend dead in that diner, Ziva allowed herself to cry.
6. One Night Only - Jennifer Hudson
Abby pulled her lover closer, clinging to her. Their movements were sweet, but had a hint of desperation that perhaps wouldn't be there otherwise. They had been dancing around one another and tonight was going to be the first to make love. But tomorrow Ziva was leaving…perhaps…'No, not forever. Please god not forever.'
"Abby…" The word was breathed, a plea.
Arms pulled one another close together. Lips caressed naked flesh as they tried to cover as much as possible. Their movements were a strange mix of tenderness, as if unwilling to sully something so precious, while at the same time frenzied, each wanting to do as much as they could in the time they had left.
They had been dancing around one another for a long time now. Now months of smiles, tears, fights and more was coming into a head during one night. One night of a love that both were afraid to speak of lest something happened. But neither could deny that it was there.
7. Mea Culpa - Enigma
Lips raised across the pale flesh beneath her, drawing muffled moans. Ziva looked up into the face of her lover and her heart clenched when she spotted the remnants of tears. Her heart broke a little when she remembered she was the reason those tears were there. With all the tenderness she could muster Ziva bent her head and trailed kisses over the smooth stomach, over the sweeping rib cage before nuzzling the full breasts.
"Mea culpa," She whispered, taking the pebbled nipple into her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue. Fingers tangled into her hair, keeping her there. There was a desperation that had not been present there before, one born of uncertainty and fear. Ziva closed her eyes and continued her path upwards. She had hurt her lover so deeply and knew that no simple 'I'm Sorry' would suffice. "Mea culpa, Ahuvati." The oldest plea for forgiveness. She felt she didn't deserve it, but she wanted her lover to know she was sorry.
Her lips traced over a smooth collarbone and the leonine neck before nuzzling just below the woman's jaw. "Abby," She breathed, her own voice breaking. 'I know I hurt you. Please forgive me.' Long arms pulled her down and full lips spoke into her ear.
"I do." The voice was ragged and broken, but the strength of a healing heart was present and washed over Ziva like a benediction. Tears dropped form her eyes, mingling with those of her lover's. "I love you, too."
8. I Wanna Go Home - Michael Buble
Ziva stared down at the desk in front of her, tracing the patterns of the wood as she half listened to her father speak. She knew what he was saying, but she wasn't entirely focused. Her mind was back in D.C., with the young woman that had the other half of the necklace around her neck. It had been almost a month since she'd been in the U.S. and it had begun to feel like a lifetime. She knew she had a duty to her country, to her people. But she had a duty to her heart as well and as her father's speech drew to a close she knew she only had one thing to ask.
"Are there any questions, my daughter?" Eli David asked, watching his quiet daughter.
Determined brown eyes looked up to meet her father and Ziva gave a sharp nod, "Yes Papa. I wish to go home. I wish to return to NCIS."
"But this is your home."
"I love Israel, but no. It is no longer my home."
9. Vanity - Yuki Kajiura
Blood pooled around the two, the broken body cradled protectively in the arms of her lover.
"Ziva…"
"Abby…"
She cried. They had had a fight, over something so stupid. She had stormed out, stating she needed air. She hadn't been paying attention…had crossed the street and…
The bastard hadn't even stopped his car to check on his victim.
"Hold on baby. The ambulance is coming."
"So sor…sorry…"
"Don't talk. It's okay." Long fingers wrapped around the rapidly cooling ones of her lover.
"You have to be okay."
"Hurts…"
The single word admission tore at her heart. Her lover never admitted pain.
"You'll be okay."
"Love…y-"
The scream of the sirens just barely drowned out the broken wail of the figure as she huddled over the figure in her arms.
10. Changes - 3 Days Grace
She was a killer through and through. She was born to be the perfect solider, to carry out tasks for her country and government. But lately something had begun to change. She no longer thought solely of her people. Her thoughts were often on her life with NCIS. She found herself becoming part of the family the group was, even if it was a dysfunctional one. There was Tony, the goofy older brother that had your back, even if he was sticking a 'kick-me' sign to it; McGee, the loveable youngest member that was a bit bumbling, but always willing to help. Ducky…Ziva smiled as she thought of the old man who was like the grandfather she never knew. Leroy Gibbs, the father figure that always strove for the best and never asked of his team what he wouldn't do. And then Abby…
Ziva winced, thinking perhaps Abby was not the best example. What Ziva felt for the forensic expert was anything but familial.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and only own the C.Ds that the songs came from. Besides that I am a poor little student, please do not sue.
A/N: Okay so awhile back I'd seen this meme that had basically taken over the LJ femslash communities I was a part of and thought I'd take a crack at it. And holy crap! This was a bit more difficult then I thought it'd been and had close to just saying forget about it, but I figured what the heck and finished it. Hope ya'll like, if not well...it was good practice. I kinda suck at intimate scenes.
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1. The Matrix Soundtrack
She walked through the crowd, going against it. Always against. She never could go with the flow, as most did. She’d been born different and had embraced the fact as soon as she was old enough to accept it. Though she knew she could blend in if she wanted to. Her eyes cast around. ‘That guy’s eyes are a beautiful color. And her lips. Maybe a little of her chin mixed with that guy’s cheekbones.’ A smile played on her lips as she took in the details of every face, memorizing them for future use. She could be anybody and no body, a skill she’d perfected as an assassin. She could impersonate and not get caught.
But it seemed the only person she couldn’t be is herself. After so many years she could barely remember who Ziva David truly was. When she was last time she’d been herself? The answer came in the form of a young woman, sparkling green eyes, long black hair and an addicting smile. ‘Abby.’ Five years ago since she’d last been on New Earth, and five years ago since she’d actually been Ziva David, not some stranger on a mission sheet. That night had been terrifying, thrilling and bittersweet. She wondered if Abby even knew the power that she held, being able to allow the assassin to be true, if only for a few hours. ‘I doubt it.’ Ziva thought sadly, stepping into the M.I.S.D. building and riding the elevator up. A part of her wanted to go down to the Orleans sector and see if the Goth still owned the Computer shop, but she knew that wouldn’t do any good. It would only bring up bad memories and awkward questions, two things she’d gotten good at avoiding over the years ever since…She was different, from how she was born to what she could do. Even the tattoo, the intricate A tattooed onto the back of her neck symbolized her solidarity, despite how many others she knew had the same mark. There was no going back. She was alone…always going against the crowd. She knew no other way.
2. Mockingbird - Eminem
“Mommy…are you going to come to my birthday?” Large brown eyes looked up into identical mahogany orbs.
“I will try, my love.”
“Are you an mom still angry with one another?”
Ziva swallowed hard as she gathered her young daughter into her arms. While the little girl had inherited her darker coloring she had her Mom’s features and mischievous nature. “It’s not anything you have to worry about.”
Sarah snuggled into her mother’s arms, clinging onto the collar of her jacket. “But I do. You’re both upset. Mom cries at night.”
Ziva felt her throat close up. She still loved the other woman so much, but could they get back together.
“Sarah!” An all too familiar voice called out, causing both brunettes to turn towards the raven haired woman leaning against the door.
“Go on, my love. I will be there at your birthday.”
Watery brown eyes looked up. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
This earned her a large smile and a hug before the young girl scampered off. Ziva looked up to see the other woman walking towards her.
“Abby.”
“Hey Ziva.”
Could they get back together?
She wanted to so badly.
“…I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
3. Unexpected Song - Unknown
Ziva watched her lover dance around in the living room as the Israeli cooked dinner. She still couldn't believe the things that had happened. Every day she thanked God, Allah, Buddha and whoever else was listening for bringing this joy into her life. For bringing Abigail Sciuto into her world.
A few years ago she never would have guessed that she would have found true love; she never thought it was possible for someone like her. But it had happened. An unexpected surprise but a pleasant one.
"You okay?" Abby asked, stopping her dancing and staring at her girlfriend, head cocked slightly in question.
Ziva smiled and nodded, "Yes. Just thinking, Abigail." Abby walked closer and stood on the other side of the counter.
"That smells really good. What're you thinkin' about?"
"How lucky I am."
"For what?"
"You."
This earned her a broad smile and a sweet kiss.
4. Taken - Plumb
Abby looked out the window, her hand grasping onto the necklace around her throat. It was a simple half heart necklace, but it was the thought of who held the other piece of the necklace that had the Goth sighing. It had been three weeks since Vance had split up the team. Since she'd heard Tony and McGee joke and fight. Three weeks since they'd all gone down to the bar and share a drink.
Since… "Oh Ziva." Her eyes closed as she thought of her lover. All she knew was she was back in Israel and missed her deeply. She could still see the full lips pulling up in a smile at one of Tony's jokes or her dark eyes shimmering as she solved a problem. She missed her so and her heart ached. They hadn't been together long before the split and they were still in the tentative stage of 'Is this right? Is this going to last?' She wasn't sure. Forever love wasn't something she had really believed in. Not until she'd met Ziva. Now the other half of her heart was half way around the world. And as much as the thought that her heart was no longer her own terrified the young woman, she could think of no one better to keep it safe.
"Come back to me baby," She breathed, bringing the silver necklace to her lips.
5. Sissy's Song - Alan Jackson
Ziva stared down at the stone, her body numb and unfeeling to the world around her. She knew the wind was blowing, felt it stir her hair but paid it no heed because she knew if she did her grief-stricken mind would trick her into believing she could hear that laugh that she had so cherished at one time.
"Ziva?"
Dark eyes snapped around, for a foolish moment believing it would be another figure standing before her, but instead it was Abby.
"Baby how long have you been out here?"
Ziva turned back to the marker, her eyes tracing over the name. Jennifer Shepard, beloved friend and leader. "She died too young. Do you believe she is in a better place?" Ziva whispered, sounding like a lost child. Heaven and hell were not concepts she thought of often, but the mere notion that this woman…her…to try and figure out what Jennifer Shepard was to her would take a lifetime, but to even think that Jennifer wasn't in a better place, in heaven surrounded by warmth and piece tore at the Mossad agent's heart.
She felt strong arms wrap around her waist. "Of course she is. She was a great person. You cared about her a lot, huh?"
"Very much. She saved my life. I should have been there," Ziva whispered, eyes blurring with tears, but she couldn't let them fall.
"It's okay to cry, Ziva. She wouldn't want you to hurt. She'd want you to remember the good times."
Ziva tilted her head back to the sky, her crumbling defenses allowing her to let in the thoughts and memories she'd been trying to hold at bay. She heard faint laughter on the wind.
And since finding her friend dead in that diner, Ziva allowed herself to cry.
6. One Night Only - Jennifer Hudson
Abby pulled her lover closer, clinging to her. Their movements were sweet, but had a hint of desperation that perhaps wouldn't be there otherwise. They had been dancing around one another and tonight was going to be the first to make love. But tomorrow Ziva was leaving…perhaps…'No, not forever. Please god not forever.'
"Abby…" The word was breathed, a plea.
Arms pulled one another close together. Lips caressed naked flesh as they tried to cover as much as possible. Their movements were a strange mix of tenderness, as if unwilling to sully something so precious, while at the same time frenzied, each wanting to do as much as they could in the time they had left.
They had been dancing around one another for a long time now. Now months of smiles, tears, fights and more was coming into a head during one night. One night of a love that both were afraid to speak of lest something happened. But neither could deny that it was there.
7. Mea Culpa - Enigma
Lips raised across the pale flesh beneath her, drawing muffled moans. Ziva looked up into the face of her lover and her heart clenched when she spotted the remnants of tears. Her heart broke a little when she remembered she was the reason those tears were there. With all the tenderness she could muster Ziva bent her head and trailed kisses over the smooth stomach, over the sweeping rib cage before nuzzling the full breasts.
"Mea culpa," She whispered, taking the pebbled nipple into her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue. Fingers tangled into her hair, keeping her there. There was a desperation that had not been present there before, one born of uncertainty and fear. Ziva closed her eyes and continued her path upwards. She had hurt her lover so deeply and knew that no simple 'I'm Sorry' would suffice. "Mea culpa, Ahuvati." The oldest plea for forgiveness. She felt she didn't deserve it, but she wanted her lover to know she was sorry.
Her lips traced over a smooth collarbone and the leonine neck before nuzzling just below the woman's jaw. "Abby," She breathed, her own voice breaking. 'I know I hurt you. Please forgive me.' Long arms pulled her down and full lips spoke into her ear.
"I do." The voice was ragged and broken, but the strength of a healing heart was present and washed over Ziva like a benediction. Tears dropped form her eyes, mingling with those of her lover's. "I love you, too."
8. I Wanna Go Home - Michael Buble
Ziva stared down at the desk in front of her, tracing the patterns of the wood as she half listened to her father speak. She knew what he was saying, but she wasn't entirely focused. Her mind was back in D.C., with the young woman that had the other half of the necklace around her neck. It had been almost a month since she'd been in the U.S. and it had begun to feel like a lifetime. She knew she had a duty to her country, to her people. But she had a duty to her heart as well and as her father's speech drew to a close she knew she only had one thing to ask.
"Are there any questions, my daughter?" Eli David asked, watching his quiet daughter.
Determined brown eyes looked up to meet her father and Ziva gave a sharp nod, "Yes Papa. I wish to go home. I wish to return to NCIS."
"But this is your home."
"I love Israel, but no. It is no longer my home."
9. Vanity - Yuki Kajiura
Blood pooled around the two, the broken body cradled protectively in the arms of her lover.
"Ziva…"
"Abby…"
She cried. They had had a fight, over something so stupid. She had stormed out, stating she needed air. She hadn't been paying attention…had crossed the street and…
The bastard hadn't even stopped his car to check on his victim.
"Hold on baby. The ambulance is coming."
"So sor…sorry…"
"Don't talk. It's okay." Long fingers wrapped around the rapidly cooling ones of her lover.
"You have to be okay."
"Hurts…"
The single word admission tore at her heart. Her lover never admitted pain.
"You'll be okay."
"Love…y-"
The scream of the sirens just barely drowned out the broken wail of the figure as she huddled over the figure in her arms.
10. Changes - 3 Days Grace
She was a killer through and through. She was born to be the perfect solider, to carry out tasks for her country and government. But lately something had begun to change. She no longer thought solely of her people. Her thoughts were often on her life with NCIS. She found herself becoming part of the family the group was, even if it was a dysfunctional one. There was Tony, the goofy older brother that had your back, even if he was sticking a 'kick-me' sign to it; McGee, the loveable youngest member that was a bit bumbling, but always willing to help. Ducky…Ziva smiled as she thought of the old man who was like the grandfather she never knew. Leroy Gibbs, the father figure that always strove for the best and never asked of his team what he wouldn't do. And then Abby…
Ziva winced, thinking perhaps Abby was not the best example. What Ziva felt for the forensic expert was anything but familial.