Title: Opening Up Fandom: NCIS Author: Alidiabin Words: 693 Disclaimer: I own nothing Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: 8x13 | Deals with Self-harm | Teen Parings: none. Summary: Ziva's conversation with Wooten affected her, Ducky tries to help.
Fandom: NCIS Author: Alidiabin Words: 300 Disclaimer: I own nothing Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: none | none | Teen Parings: Ziva/Malachi ben-Gidon Summary: Malachi and Ziva have some time to kill in a cold safe house. Happy New Year dragonheart
Title: United Fandom: NCIS Author: Alidiabin Words: 1,170 Disclaimer: I own nothing Warnings/ Spoilers: none Parings: hints to Ray/Ziva and Tony/Ziva Summary: They represent the United Nations. Ziva's other friends outside of the office.
Title: Army Dreamers Fandom: NCIS Author: Alidiabin Beta: Anonymous033 (Soph, you are awesome). Words: 1,284 Disclaimer: I own nothing Warnings/ Spoilers: Spoilers up to 9x09. Summary: Afghanistan was not Ziva's first rodeo. Why Quincy's death affected her so much?
Title: Ouroboros Rating: T Characters: Ziva, Gibbs, Tony, McGee Summary: One thought keeps running through her mind... It was not supposed to end this way. My first time writing NCIS fic, as well as first time posting here. Yay for both!
Title: Day #1941 Pairing: gen Rating: teen Content Advisory: mentions of captivity, shit that happens in captivity, and dealing with said shit during and after Summary: 25 June 2006 - 18 October 2011. 1941 days. Author's Notes: my love to Sailor Sol, who held my hand through this, beta'ed and suggested the summary.
Title:Purple Chiffon and Coin Bracelets Author:vegawriters Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Mentions of Ziva/Michael Rivkin Rating: T Timeframe: Post Good Cop, Bad Cop A/N: Part of the Mockingbird Universe Disclaimer: I keep falling in love with beautiful characters already written by other people. If CBS is looking for a young, up and coming writer who will devote herself wholeheartedly to the process, I’m the right girl. Otherwise, I make no money from this. NCIS, Ziva, Jenny, and the team belong to other people. I’m just walking with them for a while.
Summary:Leaving the tea to steep on the counter, Ziva walked back into her bedroom, knelt, and pulled a small cedar box from under her bed. It was hand carved, old, passed down from mother to mother in her family.