Quick And Bitter, Slow And Sweet - new Tiva Fanfic!
So, I'm late, most of ya'll have read this already, but I only just got around to sitting down and writing this post. So here we are.
What if Tony and Ziva got married... and it all went wrong?
Five years after a bitter divorce and complete silence, Tony returns to DC only to come face to face with the one ghost from his past he never wanted to summon. Ziva doesn't seem much happier to see him. But old habits die hard, including how well they work together. From there, it gets a whole lot more complicated as they try to understand what really happened to them.
The "what if" no one asked, but I answered anyway.
T-rated WIP. New chapters every Friday (we're at 33k words. I'm trying not to smother you all in an avalanche of words and let you pace out the reading.)
“That was the first smart thing you have said.” They edged a step closer, locked in a stalemate. Neither gun would be lowered while the other was still pointed at them “Now, I am not asking you. Put the weapon down.”
Something in the firm, commanding tone rang a bell for Tony, but he pushed it down. Criminals, not ghosts, he reminded himself. “No, see, I don’t particularly like it when cowgirl FBI agents crash my party and start waving weapons in my face. So this gun is going nowhere, sweetheart.”
She hesitated just a fraction of a second, he could hear her sudden, sharp inhale. Her outline, still shrouded in the darkness, stepped back a little, and her head tilted, thinking. He kept his gun steady, reaching with his other hand for a flashlight in his coat pocket.
Before he could turn it on, she spoke.
“Well, it’s been a long time since you called me that .”
He didn’t have a chance to process it as her arm lowered, and she began to approach him slowly. As she stepped into the light, he found himself staring straight into the eyes of the very ghost he had promised himself he wouldn’t summon.
