While packing for his trip with Tali, Tony accidentally drops Ziva’s photo of them in Paris. Amongst the glass, Tony finds a note with an address in Paris written in familiar handwriting. Tony and Tali take their trip to Paris, stopping by the address on the note. It takes them to an apartment where Ziva is waiting, assumed dead and safe from her enemies, the family is reunited, living happily ever after.
1.) What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?
I’ve been writing just one fic this year, I can only mention a thing from that
fic. And there are so many things I would like to pinpoint as my favourite
thing to write in year 2016, but I think I will go with the smut I wrote
recently. That was the first time I actually DID a research for, lol. :D Just
wait when I publish Chapter 13. ;)
3.) Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?
magic, because it’s one-shot. I usually develop all of my ideas into multi-chap
fics. One-shots are really rare. And even though I have ideas for one-shots, I
usually develop them in my head into a multi-chap story.
6.) What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?
that was really question I thought about the most. Because I couldn’t decide
which one to choose, since I’m not that good with some powerful dialogues. So I
chose this one.
She raised her hand and softly touched his face with
the tip of her fingers. He closed his eyes and purred as she gently stroked his
cheek in a soothing gesture. “I love you, Tony.” She told him, watching as his
eyes filled with enamored adoration. She just felt it was the right place to
say it. And she wanted to prove it as much with her actions.
“And I’m sorry for e-” She started to apologize for
breaking his heart many times before and refusing to get involved with him in
any closer way. She was cut off by his kiss, though, as he silenced her
effectively with it.
Pulling back, he removed the strands of her hair from
her face. “I know. I don’t need to hear it.” He anticipated her need to
apologize. However, it wasn’t necessary. He loved her so much that he was able
to forgive her. Especially, when he now knew that she felt the same way about
“I just wish there were any words to describe what I
feel.” He said regretfully, playing with her hair as he winded it around his
fingers. “Because I think that ‘I love you, too’ doesn’t cover it enough.”
She smiled at him understandingly, perfectly knowing
what he meant. She fell in love with confessing her feelings for him but the
words seemed to be hollow. She’d love to use many other colorful words but none
of them seem to meet with her requirements. It was a strange feeling, knowing
about the great love deep inside her and not having any way to express it
She took his hand that played with her hair,
intertwined their fingers as he breathlessly watched her doing so. Every touch
seemed so electrifying at the moment, sending surges across their bodies. They
held their hands for a while, locking their eyes to savor the moment of
ultimate intimacy. Then, she put their joined hands next to her head as a sign
of her surrender. She wanted him to have this kind of control over her and make
love to her until their sweaty bodies dropped from exhaustion.
“Then show me.” She demanded, cupping his face with
her free hand, touching with the tips of her fingers his soft shaven cheek.
“Love me. Love me like never before.”
7.) What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?
even know, honestly, lol. :D But I guess this part? That moment of first
meeting and the reaction were just so important to write the right way.
The hug was tentative at first, as they were both
still trying to absorb the fact that they had met here in Prague. Soon,
however, Tony pressed her desperately to his body, not caring about the fact
she might feel how erratic his heartbeat was. She was alive, she was here. He
had her in his arms. It was like the best Christmas present he could ever
receive. Because she felt like Christmas, with all the cinnamon and vanilla
scent in her hair where his nose was buried.
Ziva snuggled up into his body, pressing her head into
his chest and breathing in his smell. The smell she had missed so much, the
smell that reminded her of home. Despite the fact she could also smell the pastry
he’d eaten few minutes ago–thus the walnut and sugar flavor. But he was her
home, his embrace was her home. The funny thing was that she hadn’t known that
just a few minutes ago. All she needed to realize that was to meet him.
“Ziva.” He whispered with quivering voice, feeling a
great relief after he’d finally managed to say her name aloud.
Holding her in his arms made him realize one thing. He
still loved her. He had never stopped loving her. He’d just pushed the feelings
to the back of his mind. He knew it now, because the feelings were back with
greater intensity than ever before. He was an open book now. And his love for
her was the strongest emotion he was feeling at the moment.
She gasped upon hearing the way he’d uttered her name,
sensing the huge amount of emotions behind it. She couldn’t stop the tear that
found its way out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t only moved by the fact
that there apparently weren’t any hard feelings between them, but also no
hatred, either. She also realized that, no matter how hard she tried, he was
still deeply embedded in her heart.
Unbeknownst to him, she felt the same as he did. The
love she felt for him came back to life. It streamed through her veins. It sent
butterflies flying around her stomach. Her knees weakened. And if hadn’t known
that she was in the middle of Christmas craziness, she would have sworn that
the ‘hallelujah’ she was hearing was just resonating inside her head. All those
feelings that she thought she had buried a long time ago had just returned with
a crushing force.
10.) What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in
the new year?
I want to more focus on my personal life, so writing will stop being the first
thing I do when I have a free time. So if something is going to change, then my
effort to write as much as I can because I will write occasionally and not
every day. I guess that this kind of pressure can actually make me stop being
lazy during writing, cherish the time I do it and thus be more effecient.
Q: Why does DiNozzo continue to hold on to the memory of Ziva?
Gary: “We can’t put blinders on about it you know? We can move forward and we can invest in Bishop and we can invest in the team and our team as a family and as they get to know each other and influences that come and go.. but at the end of the day we’re not putting our head in the sand to the fact that .. this was a major character in the show and just like we call back to Mike Franks or we call back to any of the characters from the past we’re not gonna shy away from periodically talking about Ziva as well. We know that it ruffles feathers and we know that gets people talking and that fans get going and..that’s okay you know? She’s a.. big part of Tony’s life and it makes sense that it comes up periodically, so…”