oneshots *-*

A Deliberate Error (girl x girl)

A/N 2: I guess I never published this. Here.
I know I usually do this at the end so you all don't see it "first off", but its a thing. So, just skip it if you don't want to read it. Read it later, read it never, read the girl x girl part and forget I existed. These are for you guys.
A/N: First off guys: hi! Here I am; returned from the dead. I know it has been a long time but you guys have been good to me. I got back and OH MY GOD. 45,000 of you people have signed on to read my oneshots, and to be honest at first I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or ashamed, ha ha. I want you all to know I appreciate you and am a woman of my word. I would also like you to know I do read all those lovely things you say about my stories, and as such I have some shout outs to some others who perhaps themselves have forgotten this existed:

Shout Out 1: @BlackRaven7372 To the gorgeous person who asked me for Hetalia when I was all over it......I have some sad news for you........I haven't seen an episode since probably around whenever I wrote that oneshot....I am out of touch and for that you have suffered a loss.... my sincerest apologies....you will always be a tomato in my heart

Shout Out 2:  @RuePrimrose9  This one is for you man....or woman....or non-binary unicorn whoever you are no judgement this is for you anyway

Shout Out 3:  To anyone who has read anything I ever wrote here you are all wonderful people, and, even if you're not a good person (or even a person at all), I think you're great all the same. You're all a part of the (apparently) 45 thousand  people who have read something I wrote. Despite the fact that it's this you all logged on to read, I appreciate you wanting to come to me for your kicks. ; ) So, without further ado, your oneshot.

It was dark, and it was cold. Clicka didn't much enjoy the rain, but she knew Ziva did. Clicka been spending her nights for this moment, and half the time she went home dissapointed. Clicka wasn't quite sure whether something had changed, or whether she had always been quite so pensive about talking to women. It wasn't easy to think of things to say to Ziva. Clicka would sit on the bench in the park, running shoes at the ready, and she would wait for that bouncy off red hair to run past her. Sometimes Clicka would think of something to say fast enough to run after Ziva, and they would run and talk the afternoon away. Albeit she would oftentimes sit there, mind voided of though, staring at Ziva until she was too far past her to catch up. On the days when Clicka couldn't think fast enough, Ziva would look over her shoulder as she went by. Ziva wished, on the days she ran alone, that she had not come running at all. Ziva had started running long before she met Clicka, but now the running felt empty without her.

Today Clicka could not think of anything more intelligent to say than a muffled "...hi...". Clicka lifted her hand in a small wave, but she could do no more than stare at her shoes after her pathetic attempt at speech. Ziva let out a small sigh and ran past her, returning the wave. About 7 feet past the bench where Clicka sat, Ziva felt her foot slip a bit on a rock. It was nothing, a small pebble, there was no reason she wouldn't be able to keep her balance. Though in that second, Ziva made a decision. If Clicka didn't want to run with Ziva, Ziva would sit with Clicka. 

Ziva exaggerated the wiggle in her ankle, and then fell to the pavement. "Ow!" Ziva cried, but in her mind it was more than worth it. Clicka saw Ziva fall and her heart stopped. Clicka couldn't breath, and she didn't know if it would start again. Then Ziva yelled, and Clicka's heart started with a jump and skip. Clicka ran from the bench to Ziva's side.

"Are you alright?!" Clicka asked, probably much louder than she would have appreciated (had she realized she was yelling). Ziva chuckled a little under her breath but kept a straight face as she looked up. Ziva and Clicka's eyes met, and for a moment neither said anything.

"F-Fine..." Ziva said, all chuckle removed from her voice.

"That's good to hear," Clicka sighed, almost in a whisper. The girls' eyes never leaving one another