[Drabble] Alone
TITLE: Alone
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTERS: Ziva David (with a hint of Ziva/Tony)
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 200
WARNING: Spoiler for 7.02 "Reunion"
SUMMARY: Just my take on the men's room scene in 7.02 - for challenge #157 'Song lyric' ("Alone" by ... I don't know. I was hearing the 'Glee' Version when I came up with the idea) at ncisdrabble100
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
~*~*~*~*~
The men's room is quiet. For a couple of minutes now. Since you left.
I'm still standing here, in the middle of the room.
Alone.
Your aftershave is still tickling my nose and I can still feel the warmth of your cheek on my palm, the prickling sensation on my lips from when I kissed you.
It wasn't my intention to kiss you when I first came looking for you, but after you gave me the chance to explain myself, it was as if my bravery had come back, and with it all my longings and feelings; everything that had kept me alive all these endless month.
Suddenly, I had so much to tell you, to show you.
You don't know how long I have waited and I was going to tell you tonight.
And then you left.
I'm not sure if that was for the best. Or if you did it on purpose. Maybe because you got cold feeds, when we actually started talking; about ourselves, us, our feelings.
No jokes, no laughing, no witnesses. Just the two of us.
Alone.
But the secret is still my own and my love for you is still unknown.
Or is it?
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTERS: Ziva David (with a hint of Ziva/Tony)
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 200
WARNING: Spoiler for 7.02 "Reunion"
SUMMARY: Just my take on the men's room scene in 7.02 - for challenge #157 'Song lyric' ("Alone" by ... I don't know. I was hearing the 'Glee' Version when I came up with the idea) at ncisdrabble100
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
~*~*~*~*~
The men's room is quiet. For a couple of minutes now. Since you left.
I'm still standing here, in the middle of the room.
Alone.
Your aftershave is still tickling my nose and I can still feel the warmth of your cheek on my palm, the prickling sensation on my lips from when I kissed you.
It wasn't my intention to kiss you when I first came looking for you, but after you gave me the chance to explain myself, it was as if my bravery had come back, and with it all my longings and feelings; everything that had kept me alive all these endless month.
Suddenly, I had so much to tell you, to show you.
You don't know how long I have waited and I was going to tell you tonight.
And then you left.
I'm not sure if that was for the best. Or if you did it on purpose. Maybe because you got cold feeds, when we actually started talking; about ourselves, us, our feelings.
No jokes, no laughing, no witnesses. Just the two of us.
Alone.
But the secret is still my own and my love for you is still unknown.
Or is it?
- The End -