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In his office at Salus Mondiale, Tony is in an online meeting with an important client. Meanwhile, Ziva is on her knees. Under his desk. Making him suffer.
NSFW. So explicit, I had trouble breathing while writing this.
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anyway don't be a stranger
summary: Years after breaking up with Tony, Ziva goes on a date with someone new—but something about it just doesn’t feel right.
AKA the disaster date she talks about with Dr. Lang in 1x01 (and all the reasons why that went wrong).
chapter 7/10 | word count: 37k
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anyway don't be a stranger
summary: Years after breaking up with Tony, Ziva goes on a date with someone new—but something about it just doesn’t feel right.
AKA the disaster date she talks about with Dr. Lang in 1x01 (and all that went wrong).
chapter 6/10 | word count: 33.4k
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Daily Sip 12/19
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Digging into the other WIP I really want to finish before the holiday season is over.
Free food Friday. @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Ziva inhaled for a second, regarding him with an oddly inscrutable smirk. “I will be in the shower then. That is not an invitation.” She spoke quickly, and it sounded like she was convincing herself as much as him. But she bent, brushing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “The rest of the ‘lattes’ are in the fridge for you to take if you leave before I am done. Thank you... for all of it.” So saying, she spun on her heel and headed for the bathroom.
Quick And Bitter, Slow And Sweet - Chapter 57!
If anyone needs me, I'll be ducking for cover.
It didn’t hit him right away, especially not when he’d barely even made it in the door before her mouth was on his neck and his belt was hanging open, but by the fifth day, the sweetness of it had started to curdle. Easy wasn’t the same as good. She didn’t need to say the word “no” for him to hear it beneath her actions. The longer it went on, the more it felt like he was playing a game he’d never agreed to. It finally sank in; it wasn’t luck or a particularly good patch in their relationship, it was choreography. He was being managed. Not with cruelty, he was sure of that. But with intent. It was the stalemate after she’d transferred to Translation all over again, only instead of silence, there was always something to fill it, making sure he never had a chance to start talking, or thinking. It was exhausting. So when she opened the door the next night, a too-bright smile plastered on, something simmering on the stove, his dry cleaning hung over the back of a dining chair, he stepped in, kissed her cheek, caught her hands before they drifted anywhere else, and said, lightly, “We ever gonna talk about this, or just keep pretending a week-long strategic seduction is the new normal?”
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Daily Sip 12/18
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Google tells me twitch and agitated counts and while I was searching Q&B because I use twitch a lot - I found this. Instead of a sneaky peek, I figured I'd share a published piece to remind you all where they started. (Also the unpublished one needed too much redaction.)
Turn back the clock Thursday.
“You heard me. They aren’t going to give us any trouble, are they?” he asked pointedly. His eyes stayed on Ziva.
She nodded once, crisply. “Lower your weapons,” she confirmed. “Agent DiNozzo and his team were just leaving,” she added as her agents obeyed.
Having the Bureau get past his surveillance teams was bad enough. Discovering that the opposing team was headed up by the one person he didn’t want to see again was worse. The final straw was the blatant attempt to push NCIS out of their case.
“Leaving was always your forte,” he snapped before he could stop himself.
Ziva flinched, just for a second. A tiny crack in her armour. The words hung in the air like smoke from a gun he hadn’t meant to fire. The agents froze; the tension shifted.
Hanson’s sharp gaze narrowed. Calculated. Until now, her quick mind had been one of the reasons he liked her best. “You two know each other,” she announced, suspiciously.
Tony exhaled through his nose, his jaw tight. He didn’t want to do this. To explain. Didn’t even want to remember.
Ziva had already schooled her face back into an impassive mask. Professional, with a hint of disdain. But she didn’t speak. She just waited, her eyebrows raised in the barest hint of a challenge.
Tony swallowed hard. He knew he should ignore it, make a flippant remark and move on. Lie and bluff it out. He could leave the past buried exactly the way he’d planned to when he’d first returned to DC.
Instead, the truth slipped out. “Yeah,” he admitted gruffly. “I know her.”
A muscle in Ziva’s neck twitched. No other response.
“I even married her, once.”
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Daily Sip 12/17
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Well, after saying I think I was out of Q&B snips, this one pops up. Admittedly, I misread it as "meat" first, but dinner counts as a synonym. Waiting Wednesday @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
He’d just opened his fridge and was considering his options - reheated leftovers or making something with the chicken he didn’t remember buying but was still in date - when his phone buzzed. He put the meat away and pulled out his phone. Ziva (6.23pm) Dinner will be ready at 7. It’s time to talk. Tony grinned. Well, that was... good. His patience had actually paid off. He wondered for a moment if dinner was a good sign, or her way of softening the blow? Maybe she’d drop a clue about what he was in for.
Daily Sip 12/16
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Wretched insomnia, heatwaves and a general state of end-of-year confusion reign. I'm late and disoriented.
Looks like the switch is official, snips from hereon out are from All Tied Up/other WIPs - the options for Q&B are getting slimmer, especially those that don't land in spoiler territory or haven't already been used, and I refuse to use the epilogue so that's totally fresh for everyone when it lands. So, yeah, given that we're switching away from the fic you've been following, let me know if you still want tags @hopeless-nostalgiac @samwhity @adtiva
Flushing, I mean blushing bride, close enough. Togetherness Tuesday, or something like that. (Context, AU from Season 7, married in early S10 chronologically and Tali was born the same year, McAbby are a couple, this is New Years Eve 2012 at their wedding reception, there's a whole series of stories before it, this closes the major trilogy.)
“Looks like I need to cut in,” Tony quipped, all grin and no apology. “You might’ve worn her out, McFlashdance.” McGee chuckled. “Be my guest.” He stepped away, Ziva squeezing his hand with quiet gratitude. Tony slid into place beside Ziva, laying a hand on her back in support. Abby, who between her dress, her excitement, and a flush from champagne, seemed to be one radiant sparkle, swooped in to press a quick kiss to Ziva’s cheek and then one to the top of Tali’s head. “She’s perfect,” Abby declared softly, brushing a finger over Tali’s dark hair. “And so were you, Zivvie. Thank you a million times.” “You’re welcome, achoti.” Ziva pressed her forehead to Abby's.
Quick And Bitter, Slow And Sweet - Chapter 56!
Umm... sorry in advance for the cliffhanger? @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac, all your sleuthing begins to come to a head! I have loved watching you put it together, and now you can read it without all of those [redacted]!
He expected Ziva to laugh, too, or at worst roll her eyes and tell him she was not having his team touch her belongings. Instead, she stilled, not looking at him. Not angry, just quiet. She folded the letter precisely back in its legal thirds, filed it carefully back in the envelope and placed it on the coffee table. “Do not joke about that,” she said, tersely, her back still turned. Fair enough, this was a big deal; it didn’t need to come with a side helping of comedy. “Sorry, Zi. That shouldn’t be a joke, you’re right. I mean it seriously, you could move back in with me tomorrow, if you wanted.” She wheeled round, not exactly angry, but clearly tense. “Stop it!” “Whoa, okay,” he said, hands raised in surrender. “I thought we were... I didn’t mean... what’s the problem?” “I just told you I need to find a new home,” she said, sharper now. “And you have already decided where I am moving?”
(Yeah, I know she's mad, but can we take a second to appreciate the genius that is Cote and her facial expressions?)
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Daily Sip 12/15
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Part of the reason I'm so reluctant to switch WIPs is that it means I might actually have to commit to finishing it. And folks, it is so close. But it's also the end of an era (specifically the one that brought me into the NCIS fanfic world), so I keep putting it off. Anyway, this is from All Tied Up, because Q&B just had nothing suitable even in the vaguest of synonyms. We're going with the vibe again and a peek from Senior. @samwhity @adtiva @hopeless-nostalgiac @benedettabeby (I know you like this series!)
Different timezones and doing things the next day is confusing. I have no idea what day this is even for. Showmanship Sunday? Meeting Monday?
Senior chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. “You know how it is, I’m very good at getting what I want,” he replied, his usual effortlessly charming facade coming down. “People don’t like saying no to me. It’s not every day I become a grandfather, after all.” Tony’s eyes narrowed. Ziva clucked softly in a disapproving tone and gave the tiniest headshake. He was about to change the topic before he realised it wasn’t directed at him. The look Ziva received from Senior was very familiar too, that same “quit reading my mind” expression Tony himself often wore, she wasn’t buying his father’s bluff any more than he was. She might not have let him handball his father onto her when it came to setting the tone for the visit, but she wasn’t willing to let Senior get away with his usual nonsense either. The subtle warning still didn’t deter the patriarch. “The cruise was incredible - the weather was perfect. Lady Luck was on my side when it came to poker, too,” he continued, sounding very much like his usual self. “Abby told me how cold it was up here, and the snowstorm yesterday. But the weather on the coast cleared this morning and the marina started letting people in early. Turns out they wanted to get everyone into shelter because it’s not going to last. Things always seem to go in my favour,” he finished with a pleased chuckle as though he’d controlled the elements personally.
Daily Sip 12/14
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Yay insomnia. I was asleep. I am not now.
Synonyms tell me low counts.
Shitshow Sunday @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Daily Sip 12/13
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I went to bed early and slept in.
I don't have internal itself. But what I do have is a chapter where I have the audacity to turn maybe 30 seconds of processing time into a 1500 word internal monologue from Tony's POV. This is from that.
Screenshot Saturday. (Because I'm still in bed and haven't turned on the laptop. Considering going back to sleep to be honest.) @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Daily Sip 12/12
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We had to go with himself, but close enough.
Fidgety Friday @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Around lunchtime, his fingers got itchy and he found himself halfway through typing “So, have you decided yet?” - not with any malice, just plain curiosity. He deleted it and reminded himself that this was not part of the deal. Instead, he sent a stealthy photo of Hanson dusting her owl statues then put his phone in a drawer and turned his attention to the paperwork he’d been ignoring since Tuesday.
Quick And Bitter, Slow And Sweet - Chapter 55!
So, I just counted - 9 chapters, including this one and the epilogue to go! (I'm not updating my chapter count juuuuust in case I still managed to get that wrong.) The final chapter will be published on January 9th. Also, now we've officially broken the threshold of 100,000 published words in this story! The final word count will be a perfect, rounded 120,000. 115k in the main story and a 5k epilogue. While not my longest story, it's certainly my longest intentionally planned fic, anyway! And now, a quick, stamy interlude before everything begins to crumble.
“Oh, she did, did she?” Suddenly, Ziva was up against him, shoulder to hip, pinning him to the counter, her fingers tugging at the knot on his tie. “Your very junior agent propositioned you...” “She didn’t prop-” he paused and swallowed as she transferred the tie to hang loosely around her own neck and released the top three buttons on his shirt. “Uh.. what are you doing?” She pressed a kiss under his ear a second later. “Just making sure you do not consider her offer too seriously,” she purred. He laughed, almost nervously. “Again, the text was-” he forgot where he was going with that as she worked her lips along his jaw. “Absolutely not,” he promised. He knew better than to think Ziva was actually worried about the miscommunication, but if she felt a little possessive and wanted to play with that, he also wasn’t going to argue.
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Daily Sip 12/11
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This was a hard find! Synonym - pretend. And I use that a lot but I think most of those snips have shown up already. I'm going to have to switch WIPs... But I can't bring myself to commit full time just yet.
Thursday... On Thursday. @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Work was its usual quiet Thursday, paperwork, a trip down to the evidence locker, Cooper and Fletcher’s heads bobbing in sync to the same playlist in their earbuds, Hanson gagging quietly at the sight, then pretending she didn’t get starry-eyed when her fiance texted, and being waylaid by Abby who tried to convince him to “lose” the mirror.
Daily Sip 12/10
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At this point I have no idea what I have and haven't shared anymore. Between all the snips and the editing, I've read things so many times my brain is a puddle. @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
What the hell have I done Wednesday.
It was obvious now, how long she’d been carrying this. All the nights she’d kissed him goodnight and pulled away because [spoiler]. Then, when she said she couldn’t accept his offer, he hadn’t heard the plea behind it. He’d only heard rejection. He’d heard her pushing him away. It was her transfer to translation all over again. She’d bent over backwards to please him, he’d pushed until the dam had burst.
Daily Sip 12/9
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I'm like 80% sure I've shared this snip before. At some point I'm going to have to bite the bullet and switch WIPs... But you all love this one so much. I also love nondescript as a word, so I'm surprised I had to use a synonym. (Google tells me unremarkable counts.
Thoughtful Tuesday @samwhity @hopeless-nostalgiac @adtiva
Even her kiss goodbye on the sidewalk before they parted was unremarkable - well as unremarkable as kissing the love of his life ever could be - but there was nothing to analyse in it at any rate, soft, brief and finished with her trademark cheek pat.
