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tony in ‘faith’ is one of my favorite tonys
thank god it’s christmas
tony and ziva have been a thing for so long that there is a scene of them thinking a hotel suite having a fax machine is fancy
#ziva your mom energy is showing
Count to a Million
“Hello, Tony.”
There was a breath on the line. Fast. Stifled. Likely just as hindered by a bubble of emotion rising in his throat as her next one was.
“Sweetcheeks.”
And while his voice was small and more than a little breathless, it was still his and the very sound of it seemed to simultaneously break and heal every bone in her entire body. She knew this had been a bad idea. She should have just let it ring.
“Is…”
She could practically see his gears turning. Scrambling. Trying to come up with the best way to ask without really asking (because the answer had the potential of hurting more than either was ready for).
But she already knew the answer, knew it’s impact, and therefore let him off the hook. Just this once.
“Yes. It is over.”
And thank god for his sigh of relief, for it covered the sound of her strangled sob (strangled with relief, but strangled nonetheless).
“Wow, I…” He sighed again and she pictures him running a hand through his sandy hair (now peppered with grey, as she had witnessed many times while keeping tabs on her daughter), “I don’t even know… what to say. What to do. God, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling after all of this…”
“I am fine,” She offers as a blanket statement. A temporary salve. In reality, she was quite far from fine. So tired and weak and broken. But these were deep pains, and certainly not ones she cared to get into over the phone. With their former boss just inside the door.
And based on his curt laugh, Tony picked up on as much.
“Right. Sure you are.”
She smiled into the dark of the night, allowing only the trees to witness her unchained glee at the sound of her sarcastic partner making sarcastic-partner comments. How she missed him truly with every cell of her body.
“So now what, Ziva?”
The creak of a floorboard left her spinning back toward the cottage, coming eye to eye with Gibbs who made himself at home leaning against the pane of the door. The question in the air had already been asked by the older man and answered. And yet he seemed almost amused as he watched her pace the length of the porch and mull over her next words.
“I have one more thing to do. It won’t take long. Just someone I need to see. An old friend without whom I couldn’t have done any of this.”
“Please tell me it’s not Orli.”
Sweet laughter. How it had abandoned her over these years. Only allowing light chuckles and distasteful huffs of air that never made it beneath the surface. And now, mere seconds into a phone call with the man she placed every ounce of her faith in over these years in… it came pouring out of her as naturally as if she’d never stopped.
“No,” She wiped pathetically at a snotty nose as she forced herself to swallow the rest of the blessed laughter, “Not Orli. Just a friend.”
“Right. A friend.”
Silence fills the thousands of miles between them and she finds that, despite its usual burden, she quite enjoys the quiet.
But, alas, she enjoys his voice so much more.
“What about after that? Where are you going then?”
Gibbs stands up tall and gives her a look like he is somehow aware of the current conversation. And to think he claimed to miss things sometimes.
“Home,” She practically whispered, “If the two of you will have me?”
And the half-second of waiting for his response could be labeled as pure torture, though greats writers might prefer to label it suspense.
“I’m hanging the streamers now. Do you prefer white cake with chocolate icing or chocolate cake with white icing?”
She laughed again. The smile on her face made her cheeks hurt. And snot run over her lip. But it was worth it.
“You know the answer to that.”
“You’re right. I do. Estimated time of arrival?”
She fingered her necklace now. Out of stress. Anxiety. Anticipation. She wasn’t sure which one.
“Count to a million, Tony. I’m on my way.”
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*what if tony bought them a house*
I have hopes that we’ve come to a point where they allow Tony to make grown-ass adult decisions and he’s not like symbolically living in a camper with bunk beds or something equally as ridiculous.
(Never over the Twin Bed Nonsense because honestly WTF.)
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if we don’t get a better lit tiva kiss this time around I’m going to riot
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ziva david: in summary
ok you know what i really liked about this episode??? it is the closest we have come in a really really really long time to having ziva shown through just one lens – the one we are viewing her through. so often we have had to experience the story of this woman through another, more ‘relatable’ male character. yes, gibbs acted as a window for us in this episode and he asked her the questions we as viewers wanted to ask, but that scene where she’s underground by herself and humming to herself and holding her necklace and looking at her pills…that’s a raw experience of ziva that i can barely recall a parallel for.
think about her departure episode. it was a tony story. it was told through tony’s eyes. think about truth or consequences. also told through tony’s eyes. even in the arc surrounding eli’s death, ziva is framed as this mysterious character who processes her emotion privately. so privately that it happens off screen. that it is relegated to the back-burner. and because we so rarely see her processing anything, maybe she never does. and maybe that is how she has ended up like this.
we actually got to see this woman living and experiencing and feeling for ourselves, and instead of having one of the other characters try to translate her experience for us, we were just shown that experience. even though it was brutal. even though it was hard to swallow. even though there is pressing action. even though it’s complicated and difficult to understand.
i don’t know if this makes any sense but i’m very emotional
I was prepared for a lot of things - hardened Ziva, Mossad Ziva, secretive Ziva.
I was not prepared for anxious, scared, Ima Ziva who just wants to be with Tony and Tali.
Ok pausing the liveblog for a minute to say this
I am glad Ziva is fucked up
HEAR ME OUT
I am glad that they are ACTUALLY DEALING WITH ZIVA BEING FUCKED UP.
Ziva has been traumatized for years.
(a lifetime really)
But for a few brief instances, she hasn't been allowed to voice it. If anything it's treated as a quirk.
But Ziva was fucked up before she even came to NCIS.
She was fucked up the second she shot her brother.
She was fucked up when she was forced to lie about it.
She was fucked up when she was framed for a murder she didn't commit as vengeance for what happened to her brother.
She was fucked up when her boyfriend turned out to be an addict and a loose cannon and got himself killed.
She was fucked up when Vance sent her home to Israel and her father sent her on a suicide mission knowing it would likely lead to her death.
She was fucked up from Saleem and Somalia.
She was fucked up from witnessing her father's murder and then baited into avenging his death.
She was fucked up when, after finally believing she had found happiness with her partner and left the job behind, the boogeymen found her and made her believe she had to choose.
SHE WAS ALWAYS FUCKED UP.
AND NO ONE LET HER DEAL.
We're seeing like 20 years of Ziva being fucked up coming home to roost.
Ziva is lost at sea without a lifeline. She's swimming against the current trying to grab anything to save herself, and her family.
Ziva has always felt alone and abandoned and scared, only now she can actually express it.
Which doesn't mean she is dealing with it.
She repressed it for so long that now the dam has broken and she's almost unhinged. In the sense that she is so single-minded on saving Tali and Tony and Gibbs that nothing else matters, least of all herself.
It is raw and painful to watch, but holy shit, is it ever the most honest exploration we've seen of her feelings since at the very least season 7.
I can't deal right now.
I feel this in the core of my being. Thank you.
‘I’m back bitches’ moodboard
SHE TOLD GIBBS HE ABANDONED HER
AND SHE IS RIGHT
I love the fact that when FF aired we were pissed at Gibbs’ behavior
while Tony was going insane
and now Ziva TOTALLY went like
YOU DID NOT LOOK FOR ME
YOU ABANDONED ME
thanks to whoever listened