"Hey it's Ziva, sorry I can't get to the phone right now, leave a message!" It had been two and a half years since that day when Tony DiNozzo knew he couldn't leave another message. It had been two and a half years since Ziva had left him at the airport in Tel Aviv. "Merry Christmas Tony." It had been three years since she left when Tony DiNozzo received an unsigned Christmas card in that oh-so-familiar handwriting. Flash forward to three and a half years since that fated day: Tony Dinozzo sat, in a damp and dirty room, with his hand wrapped around that of a woman's . "Will you stay with me?" "Until my heart stops beating."

Here are some short Tiva stories I am writing . I hope you enjoy reading them, and maybe vote or commend them. ❤❤❤ Also: I don't own the show. These stories come from my imagination . I hope you enjoy them.

ncis oneshots

Just random tiva stories that pop in my head.

Once Ziva and Tony move to Israel and Ziva is being private. What is she keeping? Tony leaves and goes back to NCIS. What happened to her? Is she dead, pregnant, or what?

One Shots Stories about random thoughts and random stories.