Thanks guys! :)

OMG, Tiva flirting in the first eppy, Thanks for the spoiler Mikkela. I so cannot wait for this eppy!!! :)

I JUST FLATLINED. THANKFULLY TONY KNOWS CPR SO BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE. :D

No problem, Joyce.

















































*dies again*
*cries*
*dies*

I think a lot of dying will be going on today. XD

^ Yes. This kind of dying is good for the soul.

JUST IMAGINE THE FANFICS. FANFICTION.NET WILL CRASH.

SHEA BUTTER!

AHHH IT WILL BE FANFICS GALORE!

I think I will stop with the caps for a bit, it's giving me a headache...

OH WHAT THE HECK?! I'M CELEBRATING!!!

I JUST LOVED THE WAY HE SMELT HER.




WHY DID SHE GO OVER TO HIS DESK AGAIN? XD

SHE WENT TO HIS DESK SO THAT HE COULD SNIFF HER OUT EVEN MORE.

I DON'T WANT THAT MOMENT TO END.

OH THAT'S IT. XD

ME NEITHER.



TIVA IS BACK, BABY! :D

OH HELL YEAAAAAH!

*DIES*

TONY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF ZIVA.

OH YEAH! ;)

CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT WE'RE GONNA BE LIKE AFTER THE FULL EPISODE, IF THIS IS WHAT WE'RE GETTING?

*DIES*

WE'D BE DEAD MEAT. PURE DEAD MEAT. WE'D BE LYING ON DUCKY'S AUTOPSY TABLES.

._. Still Dead ._.

:D:D:D This is driving me nuts, but I love it.

*BRAINWAVE*

Before I explain my very out-there idea, someone answer me this, so I don't look stupid:

Why did Tony say DOES IT EVEN MATTER?

:)) I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA. SELF-PRESERVATION? OR MORE LIKELY, HE'S TAUNTING ZIVA INTO SHOWING HIM HER TAN LINES HERSELF?

Gahh!

Okay, that makes much more sense than my idea! XD

What's your idea, Dannii? I'd like to know.:D

Okay, it really stupid.

He said it because he's seen it all before.

DON'T LAUGH. XD

Well maybe he's seen it before.

Judgement Day, I guess?

Yeah, I didn't really think it through. tbh. XD

I'VE MISSED THEM.

It's okay!

We've been deprived for a long time.

Still can't get over the Shea Butter and Tan Lines and Does It Even Matter?

Little Miss Sunshine State. :D

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE STATE.

Oh, a thought just crashed into my brain.

Ziva got tanned for Tony.

HAHA.

YEAHHHHHHH. :D

He obviously imagined her naked. XD

lol you guys are hilarious!

I just watched it again, and yeah, my brain fried again.
FUNNY, FLIRTY TIVA FTW!!

Tony was soooo imagining her sunbathing on the beach. Probably remembering the bikini photos from Judgement Day.

And yeah, shea butter.
Guh, I'm dead.

SHEA BUTTER.

He's so gonna secretly take a picture of her again and put it up somewhere in his room.

Yep! And he probably has many photos of her in his room! :D :D :D

My heart is still beating sooo fast from watching that!!

Makes me wonder if Tony keeps a photo album of Ziva just like Officer Lisa does for Agent Tommy's pictures.

Oh, I hope so!

More things I love about this preview:

1. I love Ziva's hair.
2. I love Tony's dreamy voice.
3. And I love Jesse Stern. :)

^ HOLY CHEESE! THIS EPISODE WAS WRITTEN BY JESSE STERN?!

ALL BOW DOWN TO HIM.

hold on.... let me check....

oh crap, i'm sorry, got confused. It's not by Jesse Stern. Sorry!

I think I was just going insane over Tiva potential and that got me thinking of the Ziva-centric November eppys and then yeah Jesse Stern. Oops!

But still, this flirty tiva mood, combined with the November eps.... bring on Season 8!!

1. I love Ziva's hair. Me too! And her top!
2. I love Tony's dreamy voice. ;)
3. And I love Jesse Stern. :) Even though he didn't write it, JS is a FREAKING TIVA GOD. :D

OKAY GUYS. PREPARE FOR YOUR MIND TO BE BLOWN.

YOUTUBE COMMENT RULES MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.

Was just reading the Youtube comments!!!

The grin on my face right now? SO FREAKING HUGE!!

la la lalala *prances off in Tiva land*

I READ THAT TOO! :D
GEE, I LOVE TIVOTEE'S. :D

MY SMILE IS SO HUGE MY FACE HURTS.

TIVOTEES UNITE!

WHOO!! YEAH!!

*breaks out into happy dance*

I keep randomly bursting out into giggles just thinking about it.

Took you long enough, SB.

Took him long enough, indeed.

I am in heaven. :D

OH! New round for the BWTDC! :D

So first he knows Ziva smells like falafels, and now he finds Ziva smelling like ocean and shea butter.
He likes smelling her so much! :D Heee!

OH MAAAAAN.

What's next after the ocean and Shea Butter?

How about a lot more than just smelling each other. :P

^ OMG. LOL.

I can't wait until the others get here. :D

:D

LOVE IT :D

*fangirls epicly before dying*

Where are people getting such good quality pictures from?! XD

Hey ya'll!
Now it is time for Ziva to smell Tony. . .and smell something other than BO.
And now, I will go watch it for the whatever-time-this-is time.
:D

Hey Jenn!

Maddy sent me a link to a Alphabet Fanfic called It's That Simple by InkOnPaper.

Here are my favourite letters.

Booty Call

She picks up on the third ring.

"You better not be booty calling me, McGee." Slumber lurks in her growl as she forgoes proper etiquette and demands an explanation. And Gibbs glares impatiently while McGee flounders for a response to her accusation after very nearly dropping his phone. Muffled words are exchanged in the background, a deep voice –a man's voice- rumbling beside her.

"Sorry, butt dialing. You better not be butt dialing me, McGee," she corrects and he's rendered speechless once more.

Because there's only one man that can decipher a mangled jargon at two a.m.

Which would mean . . . . .

Daddy

He stares at Eli David, motionless on his back, face contorted in surprise, a bullet hole perfectly centered between his eyes.

"Don't speak," and her command stifles his gratitude as she stands in the doorway, the smoking gun held loosely in her hand, hanging limply at her side. Softly, she explains, "I have an ulterior motive. You may be my partner and you may have had my back on so many occasions, but I did not kill my father just for you." Her eyes flash to his, "I am a selfish person, Tony. Evidently, I couldn't live without you either."

Guilty

He is highly acquainted with the term 'guilty' and its every implication. As a federal investigator, he's honed his talent at identifying the culpable party, prides himself on the fact that he seems to be less wrong every day. He's been accused of murder not once, but three times –all with varying degrees of absurdity- and has effectively eluded unwarranted convictions on all occasions.

Until now.

"I was home last night," he admits in utter veracity.

Vance's voice is cool, skeptic, "Can anyone confirm your alibi?"

And then Ziva's framed in the doorway.

"I can."

And they're so very guilty.

Juxtaposition

They're two contrasting forces, often moving in the opposite of simultaneousness in regards to a shared emotional plane. Friend and enemy, weakness and strength. Yin and yang.

Ironically complimentary. (Isn't it always?)

The ability to know where to strike most damagingly, borne of an intimate awareness of the countering psyche, parallels the comprehension of just what to say to alleviate a sting.

For two people who cannot agree on a breakfast cereal, they amazingly function as one entity when their lives literally depend upon unified cooperation. Tacit and implicit, unison and understood, they're the epitome of partnerships.

And oxymoronic juxtapositions.

Mortimer

She'd appointed Tony as babysitter while she met with the DA regarding a court testimony she was due to give the following morning. The meeting had taken not only her lunch break, but an additional half hour and she was feeling mildly guilty at having wasted her friend's afternoon with mere puppy-watching.

He's on his back, sprawled across her emergency futon, sound asleep. Ziva's apparently decided to keep him company, curling into his side, recruiting his shoulder as a pillow. And Mortimer, of course, has wedged himself between the two, in absolute puppy bliss.

Abby considers the afternoon not wasted.

Respect

"You had sex," McGee states bluntly as Tony walks in, emanating contentedness.

Tony drops his car-keys onto his desk, glancing over at McGee, "And?"

"And you're not talking about it," the younger man's disbelief is barely contained.

Now Tony's incredulous, "You want to hear about my sex life?"

"No! It's just . . . . you can't keep your breakfast a secret, DiNozzo. And you haven't been whining about not dating and . . . . . . You really like this girl."

"It's called respect, McGee. I respect her and our relationship."

Ziva enters, "She must be a lucky girl."

Tony shakes his head, smiling, "I'm a lucky man."

Voting Based off the line: "I think I'm going to call my Congressman." (Rule 51)

"I'm impressed DiNozzo."

He glances up at his name, his jacket half shrugged off, regarding McGee with a quirked eyebrow. "Well," he replies, "I'm an impressive man, but enlighten me, Probie, what have I done today that earns such laud?"

"You voted," McGee answers bluntly, nodding to indicate the sticker pressed onto Tony's lapel, bold red proudly proclaiming: I VOTED! "You never vote."

"Not true," the older man refutes indignantly. "I always exercise my citizen rights."

"In general elections?"

"Well, no, McSkeptic, but our current Congressman is doing a good job and deserved my time."

And I owed him one.

Woken Up

It's the incessant buzzing that wakes him, prompts him to reach out from the warm cocoon of blankets and snatch the vibrating device from its night table perch.

He should punch 'Ignore call' -to hell with consequence.

"DiNozzo," he says hoarsely, pressing the phone to his ear, his voice slurring with sleep. The mattress shifts as she rolls over, blinking owlishly, requisitioning his shoulder for a brief stint as a pillow. She listens to Tony's side of the conversation, slowly regaining awareness.

"Yeah, Boss. We'll be there in twenty."

And at two a.m., the importance of pronouns is sadly neglected.

I LOVE THAT FANFIC!!

Me too!

Ahhhhh, Patriot Down. :)

That was amazing! Thanks for passing it on!

And what about patriot down?