This is what I want for Season 11 (And I think mostly of NCIS fandom wants):

1- Tony and Ziva together. But… I don’t want the show FOCUS in that, I want beatiful tiny moments. Like… a breakfast together, a words in the middle of a case. I don’t want the change like Castle. I want Tiva be Tiva. Nothing have to change. Except for them are dating. I do not want them become Castle and Beckett, (it’s not the I hate them, I love them, but I think them don’t have the spark anymore.)

2- A girlfriend for McGee. Not Abby, i LOVE they together but I need to see Abby protect him, jealous.

3- More McGiva, more friendship between them. I need to see McGee protecting Ziva. Like, protecting her from Tony: I don’t care if you are my friend too, Tony. You hurt her, and I hurt you. Or something like that. 

4-Gibbs feels. 

5-Palmer’s history.

6-Ducky’s life.



“What are you staring at?” McGee asked Ziva, coming up behind her. The question was purely conversational - he knew not what she was staring at, but who and why, for that matter. 

“Tony,” She sighed, “He’s been acting strange to me the last few days. I can’t put my finger on it, but he’s definitely avoiding me." 

"I doubt that,” Tim said, “Plus, don’t you two practically live together?" 

"He slept at his place last night.” She murmured. She turned her head back to look at McGee, “Has he said anything to you?" 

"About what?” He played dumb, hoping he’d learned something over the years about how to lie.

“Anything,” she shrugged, “Breaking up with me, seeing other women." 

McGee panicked, he had not been coached for that question. Tony had most certainly left that out when he’d dragged Tim into his ridiculously elaborate plan. "No, Ziva, no.” He adamantly shook his head, “He’s not going to break up with you and he’s definitely not cheating on you." 

"If you say so,” she said. She seemed so sad. Part of McGee, a very large part of McGee wanted to tell what he was really planning on doing, but he knew Tony would kill him. 

“Definitely not.” McGee echoed. “You should corner him, though. Ask him what’s wrong." 

"Yes,” Ziva nodded, “I think I’ll have to." 

A little later that night Ziva watched as Tony packed his backpack for the night. He shut down his computer, turned off his desk lamp and said goodbye to McGee. He did not spare a glance in the direction of his girlfriend and she swore her heart was going to fall out of her chest. As Tony headed for the elevator Ziva looked at McGee who gave her a reassuring nod. She took off after him and slid between the doors just as they were closing. 

She flicked the emergency stop button. 

"What’s going on Tony?” She demanded, “What did I do? You’ve been ignoring me for almost two days now." 

He shook his head, "Aw, Ziva,” he rubbed his forehead. 

“What, Tony?” What?“ Her tone was harsh as she was somewhere between angry, hurt and just plain confused. 

"Ziva,” Tony sighed - still not meeting her eyes, “I don’t think we should continue like this. I don’t think I want to.”

She froze at his words. So he was breaking up with her. She took a ragged breath and willed herself to keep it together. “W-w-what do you mean?" 

He looked up at her then, the first time he’d met her eyes all day and just smiled, that genuine DiNozzo smile that she could never get enough of, the one that always told her that, somehow, someway, everything would be okay. 

He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a box. "What I mean, Ziva,” he took a step closer to her, “Is that this is bit casual for me. I mean, it’s nice, I get to hang out with you like all the time, but I don’t want like all the time, I want all the time and for the rest of our time, I want you always, so I don’t know if you still love me after the past few days, but in the off chance that you do,” he paused, getting down on one knee, “Ziva, will you marry me?" 

"Anthony DiNozzo, I’m going to kill you,” she said through a clamped jaw and welled eyes. 

“Yeah,” he laughed, getting up from the ground and wrapping his arms around her, “I’m sure you will."