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September 22nd 2004 ↳ Guys, where are we?

“When did I know? Hell, I don’t even think I can remember. I mean, we had this mission once… in Paris. Now I know what you’re thinking: I’m a DiNozzo. You stick me in a tux in the city o’ love and I can Casanova my way right through ‘til breakfast. But, y'know, I’m tired 'cause it’s been a long day of chasing bad guys and your Grandpa Gibbs, well, he’s on the other end of the phone telling me to wrap things up because as of tomorrow, we’ve got a new assignment escorting some witness back to the States and it’s really all I can do to just get through one more night of - well let’s just say we were gathering intel on some people… the kind of people who would probably have preferred guns to words had they ever discovered us. Fortunately, as you know, I am a very special agent. So, it’s our last night in Paris and I’m walking through the reception hall at this high class event, all of these dignitaries waltzing around, sipping champagne and side-eyeing each other’s diamonds - and y'know I’m looking out for my partner 'cause she’s here, somewhere, but the last time I saw her was around four that morning when we were running around some dingy alleyway in the dark following a lead. An’ y'know, her hair’s slicked back and she’s got her ninja-face all set and she’s just… y'know… her.

But now I’m walking through that reception and I glance across the room and… I see her… but she doesn’t see me… but oh man, was I in trouble. Her hair is down around her shoulders and she’s wearing this gown - the kind of gown that, for any man, makes it hard to turn away. And she’s completely oblivious to the fact that I’m staring - she’s glancing over her shoulder - at what, I don’t even care - and in that moment I’m just grateful she’s looking away. Eventually, I find my feet and I’m by her side and she arches an eye-brow because I’m still a little tongue-tied and she’s trying to figure out whether or not I’m mocking her. I have to say something but I’m very aware that HQ only sprung for one hotel room this trip and I don’t think there’s anything I can say without sticking my foot in my mouth and I know I still have to find a way to convince her that it’s her night to take the couch - without losing a finger. So instead, I end up taking her by the hand and all of a sudden I’m leading her around this dance floor - or she’s leading me, I don’t know. She looks up at me and… there are so many things I wanted to say… it was just me and her and there were so many things I could have said. Probably should have said, then. But she looks at me and smiles a little and it’s like she knows. She puts her head on my shoulder as if to say "we don’t have to talk about it now, Tony, we can talk about it later” and so we just carry on dancing. Like we’d always done.

So, little one, I don’t know when I knew. But, how did I know? Well, that’s another tale. You see, your mother really is the only woman I ever met who I could have a conversation with, without ever saying anything at all.“ (Tony DiNozzo on: how I met your mother)

#i just stumbled across this old thing written way back long before tali was even an idea!#i must have written it after jet lag?#anyway it gave me some feels knowing what's about to come #do we still say feels? i'm old now and i've forgotten how to tumblr

riskinghearts

I miss them.

riskinghearts

Have you ever been watching a show and it hits you that your ship has the exact same face? I guess it’s true what they say, couples who spend a lot of time together really do start to look alike.

theonewithval

The moment he tells her his new relationship is working, and she looks like she's on the verge of tears, it's such an underrated moment but it says a lot