I Need A Hero (NCIS)
cross-posted to ncisfanfic and zivadavid
Title: I Need A Hero
Rating: G
Category: Fluff, Character Study
Genre: Hints at het
Pairing: Hints at a few different Ziva/male pairings.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Ziva needs someone to talk to.
Spoilers: Dead Man Walking.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the Weekly Writing Game, week 13. Pairing was Ziva/Bert, and the prompt was innocent. This is SUPER fluffy. And a drabble.
Ziva snuck another furtive glance over her shoulder as she crept through the NCIS hallways leading to Abby’s lab. She couldn’t be followed. That would be unfathomable.
After she was sure she was alone, she quickly stepped inside Abby’s lab, using her instincts and memory to guide herself around the darkened room until she found what she had come for.
“There you are,” she whispered, reaching out and smuggling the token under her coat as she slipped back out the doors and headed to a different area of the building.
The lights from the hallway spilled into the room, bouncing off the cold steel tables Ducky used to perform his autopsies. It provided enough illumination that Ziva didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and she made her way to one of the tables, hoisting herself up to sit on it before removing her borrowed artifact from Abby’s lab from under her coat.
“Ah, Bert, you are so sweet and innocent,” she murmured, stroking the stuffed hippo’s soft fur. “You are the perfect person - ah, hippo - to talk to about this. And that is because I can count on you not to talk to anyone, not even Abby.”
The toy stared blankly back at her and she let out a sigh. “You are right. It is silly to confide in an inanimate object, but I do not know who else to speak with.”
She gave him another passing stroke, her gaze focused across the room. “I am confused, Bert. Well, maybe confused is not the right word, but yes, life has become very strange for me lately. After Roy . . . passed away, I began thinking about . . . love.”
She looked down at Bert again. “Yes, I am a silly girl, becoming entranced with stories straight from fairy tale books. But now I have been wondering . . .” she let out a sigh, “if there is still a handsome prince out there for me.”
A dark chuckle suddenly escaped her lips and she threw her head back in frustration. “I do not need a prince. That is true. I am capable of taking care of myself. But sometimes, I just think it would be nice, you know, to have someone to save me.”
She gave the toy a squeeze, eliciting a farting sound, and fell into a pensive silence, not even noticing the shadow melting back into the hallway as a mystery guest walked away from her heart-to-heart.
At the elevator, Gibbs broke into a smile.
THE END!
Title: I Need A Hero
Rating: G
Category: Fluff, Character Study
Genre: Hints at het
Pairing: Hints at a few different Ziva/male pairings.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Ziva needs someone to talk to.
Spoilers: Dead Man Walking.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the Weekly Writing Game, week 13. Pairing was Ziva/Bert, and the prompt was innocent. This is SUPER fluffy. And a drabble.
Ziva snuck another furtive glance over her shoulder as she crept through the NCIS hallways leading to Abby’s lab. She couldn’t be followed. That would be unfathomable.
After she was sure she was alone, she quickly stepped inside Abby’s lab, using her instincts and memory to guide herself around the darkened room until she found what she had come for.
“There you are,” she whispered, reaching out and smuggling the token under her coat as she slipped back out the doors and headed to a different area of the building.
The lights from the hallway spilled into the room, bouncing off the cold steel tables Ducky used to perform his autopsies. It provided enough illumination that Ziva didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and she made her way to one of the tables, hoisting herself up to sit on it before removing her borrowed artifact from Abby’s lab from under her coat.
“Ah, Bert, you are so sweet and innocent,” she murmured, stroking the stuffed hippo’s soft fur. “You are the perfect person - ah, hippo - to talk to about this. And that is because I can count on you not to talk to anyone, not even Abby.”
The toy stared blankly back at her and she let out a sigh. “You are right. It is silly to confide in an inanimate object, but I do not know who else to speak with.”
She gave him another passing stroke, her gaze focused across the room. “I am confused, Bert. Well, maybe confused is not the right word, but yes, life has become very strange for me lately. After Roy . . . passed away, I began thinking about . . . love.”
She looked down at Bert again. “Yes, I am a silly girl, becoming entranced with stories straight from fairy tale books. But now I have been wondering . . .” she let out a sigh, “if there is still a handsome prince out there for me.”
A dark chuckle suddenly escaped her lips and she threw her head back in frustration. “I do not need a prince. That is true. I am capable of taking care of myself. But sometimes, I just think it would be nice, you know, to have someone to save me.”
She gave the toy a squeeze, eliciting a farting sound, and fell into a pensive silence, not even noticing the shadow melting back into the hallway as a mystery guest walked away from her heart-to-heart.
At the elevator, Gibbs broke into a smile.
THE END!