#slowdancinginberlin

[nexttomylasagne]

[andipxndy]

Guess who's seeing 'Catching Fire' tonight???!!!

[andipxndy]

Hello! You have been tagged! Post 10 facts about yourself and then tag your 10 favorite followers. :)

Uh… okay :D

I like to be called AJ.

I’m… intelligent.

I love manga and anime.

My favourite TV show is NCIS.

My best friend was the one who got me into anime, through watching Ouran High School Host Club.

The first fictional crush I ever remember having was Ben 10…

I’ve met Barrett Foa and Renee Felice Smith (at ComicCon :D)

I love mangoes.

I can sing, and was in my school choir in primary school.

I want to be a paediatrician when I grow up.

[andipxndy]

The tagging game!

Rules:

Post the rules. Answer the questions the tagger asked, then make five new ones. Tag five people and link them to the post. Let them know when you’ve tagged them.

Tagged by: sibiix3

1. your favorite tv show and why?

NCIS, of course! I've always loved the characters, and the way that it manages to keep the humour along with the seriousness of some of the crimes - Tony always makes me laugh.

2. something you really would like to do, but you’re afraid of the consequences?

I don't really know... I don't really think of doing things if they have consequences that deter me... but bungee jumping sounds pretty cool, I guess.

3. Do you have a goal in life? If so, which?

To become a paediatrician. If I become the world's best paediatrician, that's just a bonus. :D I also want a family, with four kids and a nice house and a loving husband...

4. the meaning of your name?

Warrior.

5. If you could turn back time, would you like to change something? If so, what?

Nothing. I don't want to change anything, because I love who I am now.

My questions:

1. Any weird beliefs, or lucky charms? If so, what?

2. What's the most rebellious thing you've ever done?

3. If you could be any one else in the world, fictional or real, who would you be and why?

4. Role model? Who and why?

5. Who would you describe as your dream partner?

[andipxndy]

Best day everrrrr

Just had an awesome day with my besties - a picnic AND a water fight XP

There's still water dripping down my back, though...

XO

[allie-jayne-leister]

are you happy now, senpai

ARE YOU

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THIS IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE

I AM MORE THAN HAPPY

JUST

LOOK AT YOU

YOU LITTLE CUTIE-PIE

[allie-jayne-leister]

GUESS WHAT

I found out about Berlin.

At 6am my time.

In. A. Text.

This is not what best friends do.

[allie-jayne-leister]

Berlin - Happy Birthday, Becks!

[[Happy birthday, Becks! As promised, I've typed up that Berlin fanfic I wrote for you! I hope you enjoy it!]]

Ziva sighed as she stared at the photo in her hands. It brought back memories – the image of two people dancing, waltzing to their song. She could remember the lights, the music, the dancing… as if it were yesterday…

Ziva walked into the bar, her hair left down and she still wore her pant suit and shirt.  She hadn’t had the time to change out of the clothes she’d flown over in, considering she’d only arrived the night before, but she’d at least been able to freshen up a little.

“This is a nice place.” Tony walked in behind her, his hands in his pockets as he looked around the bar. He also hadn’t changed out of his clothes, but he’d freshened up.

Ziva nodded in agreement as she sighed and headed over to the bar.

Since the two had arrived in Berlin, which had only been the night before, they had received no clues. No clues, no leads, nothing. They were getting nowhere, and Ziva desperately wanted to get her revenge.

She sat at the bar and ordered a Martini, looking around for anything that could lead her to her father’s killer. To the man that had ordered Eli’s death.

“You can chill, you know,” Tony said as he sat beside her, ordering a Martini for himself and getting Ziva’s put on his tab.

“How can I ‘chill’?” she asked, not looking at him but instead at the bar counter in front of her. “My father’s killer is in this city. He could be after me for all I know. I am not safe here. I cannot ‘chill’.”

He listened to her throughout her speech, watching her lips move. The words registered vaguely in his mind, but he was more focused on her facial features. There was a small frown on her face, her nose slightly scrunched as she though deeply. Her gaze was focused on the bar counter, although it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

Then she spoke to him again. “Your Martini,” she said softly as she reached out and took hers.

He blinked before taking his, sipping it and thanking the bartender.

“It is very feminine, you know. To drink a Martini.” She had a small smile on her face as she sipped on her Martini.

He gave a slight grin at the change in conversation topic. “Well, I can be feminine. I have my moments.”

She smiled broadly. “You definitely do.”

He chuckled softly, continuing to drink his Martini. “You would know.”

She smiled. “Yes, I would.” She observed his features, much like she would later when he would be pretending to sleep. His green eyes were tired, but they still looked happy for some strange reason. He looked weary overall, yet happy. It confused her, yet made her feel quite happy. Maybe she was the one making him feel this way…?

A sudden look came into his eyes, and he gave her a small smile. “That’s our song,” he told her.

She merely stared at him in confusion as she heard the song playing in the background. She vaguely remembered the song, but why was he…?

He put down his glass and held out his hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

She was stunned, not exactly expecting this. But her body moved at its own accord, placing her glass on the counter before putting her hand in his and following him onto the dance floor.

His hand immediately went to her waist, his other hand supporting hers to the side. He smiled softly at her as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

She stared into his eyes as they swayed to the music, their feet shuffling in sync. “My father… he taught me how to dance.”

Tony stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“We used to dance like this, he and I. He taught me all of the steps, how to waltz… he promised to waltz with me at my wedding…” She took a shaky breath. “It was the one promise that I had never expected him to break…”

“Then I’ll keep it for him,” he told her.

She frowned. “What?”

“I’ll waltz with you. At your wedding. I’m not exactly great at it, but I’ll do it for you, Ziva.” He gave her a small smile. “I’ll always do it for you.”

Her expression softened. “You will?”

He nodded. “Cross my heart.”

The two hadn’t realised that they were gradually leaning in closer until their lips were millimetres apart, their breath mingling together.

“Tony…” Ziva whispered.

“Yes…?” he asked, staring deep into her eyes.

Her eyes flickered down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Kiss me.”

A small smile came over his lips before he closed the distance between the two, moulding his lips with hers…

“Ziva? Ziva!”

Her eyes snapped up from the photo to meet those of the ever-curious McGee. “Yes?”

“What are you looking at?” he asked curiously. Unlike Tony would, he stayed in his seat, keeping his distance from the female agent despite his curiosity.

“Just a photo,” she told him as she turned it over. She smiled at the inscription on the back.

“Just a photo, McGee.”