9A/N: This is my new story: Lethal dreams. I will have a chapter for every main character of NCIS. (Ziva, Tony, Abby, Tim, Gibbs, Jenny, Ducky, etc.)
I really probably should be doing homework right now, but isn't expanding my writing skills work! My parents sure don't think so!
*For all the Before Him readers, Please Please forgive me for not updating sooner. I've kinda hit a road block, commonly known as the dreaded Writers Block. I liked my first chapter, but when I wrote my second chapter it started out alright, then it crashed and burned, so I will try and update as soon as I can but can make no promises to when.*
Dedication: To my dad, he once had asked me what I thought would happen in the NCIS characters dreams, so here's how it came up. This first chapter is for Norma, Rachel, Emily, Janet, Andrea, and Katia, my best friends that put up with all my crazyness and of course my true scary assassin of a friend: Emily.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS, but if someone would like to give it to me as a birthday present then I would be forever grateful!
Warning: A little bit of Tiva but nothing too big.
Now on to the story. I hope that you enjoy it.
Lethal Dreams:
Chapter 1: Is That Even Legal?
(Third person P.O.V.)
The whole entire Gibbs team was finally winding down after a week consisting of a triple homicide and four all nighters. In the bullpen McGee was asleep at his desk, with his fingers still on the keys. Tony was passed out, in the space behind his desk. Ziva was knocked out with her head in her hands. Gibbs was probably lying down on one of the autopsy tables, but no one really knows for sure. Abby was asleep on a makeshift bed, down in her lab and Jenny was asleep on the couch in her office. Ducky went home to be with his mother, and Palmer has been out of town for the two days. All is basically well in the land of NCIS, until… they start having dreams.
Ziva's Dream:
Ziva storms into the bullpen, soaking wet from the raging storm outside. She is madder than anyone has ever seen her before. She sets her stuff down beside her desk, takes out her sig. and start cleaning it. Right then Tony waltzes in with the most annoying smirk ever. Then he basically yells "good morning" to Ziva and McGee. McGee muttered a hello while Ziva growled in response.
Tony smiles at this, because it's something that he can tease her about. "So Zee-vah, what has you in this amazing mood this morning?" Ziva didn't say anything and this got Tony even more curious. Tony plus curiosity is never a good thing.
"This is where you tell me what's wrong, Ziva" He says in a slightly less annoying but still smart ass-ish tone.
"Maybe I do not feel like telling you what is bothering me Tony." Ziva said in a reasonably calm and kind of scary voice.
Tony went to open his mouth again but way cut off by a voice descending from above.
Director Vance. Aka the Toothpick.
"So, David," he said in a steady voice yet you could see the evil smirk forming on his face, "I hear you didn't pass your citizenship test yesterday."
Ziva couldn't take it anymore, so she loaded her sig and shot director Vance right between the eyes. As soon as the gun was fired, everyone in the office turned about to look at her. Uh oh!
The next thing that Ziva saw was Tony pointing his gun at her. What the Hell!
Tony hated him just as much as the rest of us. Why was he going to shoot me?
I guess I do deserve it.
"Well, Ziva, this is a pleasant surprise." A voice that had haunted Ziva in her dreams since the horrid day she had entered the Somalia terrorist camp. She whipped around so fast that it probably would have given a normal person whip-lash.
"Ziva don't move." Tony hissed through his teeth, as he lined up his aim. He didn't need to though.
Ziva bent over and grabbed her Uzi (Israeli machine gun), and put six rounds through Saleem in one swift movement. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"Do the words don't move; mean anything to you, Zee-vah?" Tony asked as he sheltered his sig.
Before she could say anything, the elevator dinged and out stepped Gibbs, coffee in one hand and his sig in the other. He walked over to his desk, completely ignoring the dead bodies around him and sat down.
"So, who wants to call SecNav and tell him that we need a new director?" He said looking at each of his agents in turn.
Tim's eyes were wide, still in shock, Tony was smirking and debating on how he was going to ask Ziva out that night, and Ziva well at this point Ziva was hysterically laughing at everything that was going on at this psychotic moment.
This is a monumental moment that will go down in history forever, as the day that Ziva David went postal.
Back in reality Ziva woke up with a jump, she realized that all of that had just been a dream and none of it real. A nightmare is probably more accurate.
She realized that she did not feel all that safe once she remembered who had caused so many sleepless nights. Saleem.
Ziva looked over at where Tony was asleep and decided that he wouldn't be too mad if she slept near him. What happens if he wakes? He will question what I am doing over here. Ziva sat at her desk debating whether or not she should go over there. Finally Ziva shook her head and grabbed her pillow that she always keep for emergencies. She tip toed over to where Tony was sleeping and silently crouched down next to him.
He was out like a kite. That phrase never really made any sense to Ziva. She heard him mumbling softly in his sleep and caught a few words.
No Ziva! I didn't mean to.. please, not the knife. He groaned audibly. As Ziva stifled a laugh as she laid down next to him. Realizing how comfortable it felt to do so.
This night really would go down in history.