Old Songs, Old Flames, Old Feelings, New Year

Disclaimer: I'm just surprised that I even own the game. (Rock Band)

Author's Note: This is just a story that I wrote for New Year that has my two favorite NCIS ships, Tiva and McAbby, in it. It's a late New Year's story.

Tony was setting on the couch in McGee's living room, impatiently flipping through the channels.

"Tony! Just put it on something and leave it for at least a minute!" McGee shouted from the recliner.

"There's nothing on, Probie," Tony spat, still changing channels.

"There's gotta be something on. It's New Year's Eve, for Pete's sake!" Abby said, hanging upside down off the opposite end of the couch.

"Maybe there's a movie on," Tony grumbled.

"No. We have already watched Elf twice since you've been here. If I have to see it again, I'll vomit," McGee demanded.

"Not to mention the three other times you've made me watch it this week," Ziva, who was setting between Tony and upside-down Abby, complained.

"Whiners," Tony mumbled, "If we had held the 'party'," he formed airquotes, "at my place, we could've watched my new movie that I got for Christmas...but no, here we are at McGeek's with nothing to watch."

"What new movie?" Abby asked.

"You Don't Mess With the Zohan," Tony grinned.

"Oh, come on! That is consistently ranked as one of the year's worst movies. Who got you that?" McGee asked.

"I happen to have liked the movie," Ziva said in a way that let McGee know that his comment was not appreciated.

"I should have known that our Mossad ninja would like a movie about a Mossad hairdresser!" Abby laughed, still upside-down.

Tony had began snooping around McGee's TV, looking for movies or anything.

"Hey! You got this?!" Tony shouted.

"What?" McGee asked.

"Rock Band 2!" Tony shouted, pulling out the game drumset, guitar, bass, and microphone.

"Yeah," McGee said, looking wary.

"Let's play!" Tony shouted, putting the disk into the Xbox 360.

Abby squealed with delight and flipped herself off of the couch.

"What?" Ziva asked, looking confused.

"Rock Band!" Abby shouted, "You've never played?"

Ziva shook her head.

Abby explained the game and the concept and how to play each part while Tony set up the game.

Tony said he would sing first to "check out the mic connection". McGee said that that was unnecessary, Tony elbowed him in the ribs.

Tony took the mic, Abby sat behind the drums, McGee took the guitar and Ziva played the bass; which Abby insisted was better for beginners.

They chose their song and Tony began to sing.

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said -
"Let there be sound", there was sound
"let there be light", there was light
"Let there be drums", there was drums
"Let there be guitar", there was guitar
"Let there be rock"
And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born

Somehow, Tony ended up singing the next song, arguing that the first "didn't count". Everyone else switched. McGee took the bass, Abby took the guitar, and Ziva took the drums.

And Tony sang again.

Risin' up back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the Eye of the Tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all
with the Eye of the Tiger

Finally, Abby wrestled the mic away from Tony and he demanded to play drums, so Ziva took the guitar and McGee played the bass.

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41.

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me.

"Of all the songs I would have thought you would pick...That song was not one of them," McGee said, surprised at Abby's song choice.
"That's the kind of music you grow up listening to in the South, Timmy," Abby smiled before throwing him the mic, "Your turn!"

"What?! Me?! No, no, no...I don't sing," McGee protested.

"Oh, come on, Timmy!" Abby begged.

"Pro-bie! Pro-bie! Pro-bie!" Tony chanted rhythmicly.

"Alright! Alright!...I'll do it," he took the mic and picked out a song.

Even on my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall.
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!

Tony fell of the chair he was sitting on to play drums and rolled in the floor laughing.

"Tony!" Abby scolded, "You were good, McGee!" she smiled.

Tony ripped the mic from McGee's hand and said, "Let a pro show you how it's done."

Dark in the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is a fire
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do
Woman you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf

"Hey, Tony, where's that pro you were telling me about?" McGee teased.

Tony mocked him and said, "Shut it, Probie."

"Boys, boys," Abby teased, taking the mic from Tony.

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Ooh... Ooh yeah
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can't tell iff I'm a king pin or a pauper

"That's more like the Abby we're used to," Tony smiled, "Now, back to the matter of the singing Probie. I'd like to see you do one of those impossible songs, McPavoratti."

McGee took the microphone and glared at Tony.

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say:

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more NO!

McGee finished and threw his hands in the air.

Tony was laughing harder than ever, Abby was laughing, even Ziva was doubled over laughing.

"Was it that bad?" McGee asked.

"Oh...Dear...Lord...," Abby choked out, "That was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed."

"Hey, Ziva hasn't sang yet," Tony said, climbing back into his seat.

"Yeah," Abby smiled.

"No," Ziva said.

"Come on, Ziva. They made me sing," McGee reasoned.

"Yes, but I am more dangerous than you are, McGee," Ziva replied, McGee looked slightly offended.

"I bet you sing beautifully," Tony flirted in an attempt to lure her into singing.

"You'll never know," Ziva shot back.

"Aw, you're scared!" Tony insisted.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yeah, you are!"

"Gimme that damn microphone!" Ziva shouted, jerking the mic out of McGee's hands.

Tony smiled a triumphant smile that was missed by Ziva as she picked out her song.

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

We're the kids in America We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you

"That's kind of ironic, doncha think? That the only foreigner here sings Kids in America?" Abby mused.

"She put you to shame, DiNozzo," McGee grinned.

"I am not ashamed to have lost to that miraculous voice," Tony replied, awestruck.

"Shut it, DiNozzo," Ziva growled.

"No, really. You sound great," he smiled.

She smiled back just a little and handed him the mic.

"Oh, so I've gotta follow that?" Tony groaned, "McGee's not man enough to handle the pressure."

She loves to laugh
She loves to sing
She does everything
She loves to move
She loves to groove
She loves the lovin' things

Long night, all night
Oh, every night
So hold tight, hold tight
Ooh, baby, hold tight

Oh, she said,
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

Tony looked over at Ziva throughout the song; but no one, Ziva included, noticed the glances as they were too focused on the game.

When he finished, he handed the mic to Abby.

See the people walking down the street
Fall in line just watchin all their feet
They don't know where they're gonna go
But their walking in time

They got the beat
they got the beat
they got the beat
They got the beat

When she finished, she handed the mic to McGee; letting her hand linger on his for a split-second more than was necessary. McGee didn't seem to have noticed.

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky

I'm goin' up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best

McGee finished and tossed the mic to Ziva, who grumbled before deciding to go ahead and sing again. If for no other reason than to save her from the incessant whining of her coworkers.

Tell me why ... Everything turned around
Packing up ... Shackin' up's all you wanna do

If I could ... Baby I'd give you my world
Open up ... Everything's waiting for you

You can go your own way Go your own way
You can call it ... Another lonely day

Ziva stole glances over at Tony who was making faces as he played the guitar part. Of all the times that they could have made eye contact, Ziva questioned why this couldn't be one of them. It needed to be.

Anyone could feel the tension that had been building between the two of them lately. It was blindingly obvious. Ziva knew that she had feelings for Tony that you don't have for just a coworker, just a partner, just a friend. She had began to assume that it must be love, but that possibility made her laugh out loud. She couldn't be in love. Not with Tony of all people!

She finished and handed him the mic, trying to avoid the shudder that overtook her when their hands made contact. He seemed to have not noticed.

We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer

Tony had stopped trying to give Ziva a look about halfway through the song, realizing that her eyes were not leaving the television. Instead he just tried to sort it out mentally.

As someone who's relationship record was less than less than stellar, he knew that he couldn't trust his emotions. Emotions are what led to one-night stands...or were those cravings? What was this feeling exactly. He knew that there was more than the usual craving to touch her skin, kiss her, sleep with her, see her entire beautiful body...but how much more was there to this? Did he want her with him when he woke up? Of course he did. Did he want her when he wasn't working? More than ever. Did he want her when he was hurting? When he was lonely? When he didn't want anyone?...He thought he did, but he didn't know what to think. Was he just acting on a craving for companionship, or was he *gulp* in love with his partner?

When he finished the song, he laughed and tossed the mic to Abby. McGee shouted that he was going to break his brand new video game, but Tony was still in a haze and didn't listen.

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, Spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
Speak the rhythm all alone, Spoonman

Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save me, I'm together with your plan
Save me

Abby jumped around as she sang, purposely knocking into McGee more than anything else. He had his eyes scrunched in concentration, he was such a perfectionist, but whenever Abby bumped him his face would relax and he would give his innocent, boyish smile.

Abby loved his smile; she thought it was the cutest thing she had ever witnessed. It made him look so much more like a little kid than the hardened agent he had become. She missed her old, scared, innocent McGee. She knew that he had what he wanted. He loved being a NCIS field agent, it had been his dream.

When she finished singing, she handed him the microphone and this time let her hand stay there so that he had to pry it from her hand. He gave her an odd look before continuing on.

American woman, said get away
American woman, listen what I say
Don't come hangin' around my door
Don't wanna see your face no more
I don't need your war machines
I don't need your ghetto scenes
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes
Now woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be.

McGee almost couldn't finish the song. It was so opposite what he really wanted. He wanted his American woman to hang around his door. He wanted Abby back. McGee regretted ever giving her up, he wanted her back so badly that he almost couldn't stand it. She was the only one who understood his geeky rants and empathized with him. Tony always made fun of him and Ziva had been too wrapped up in obsessing over Tony to pay attention to anything lately. They'd get together soon...he just hoped that he and Abby could, too.

He handed the mic to Ziva and she picked out a song that she recognized.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Ziva couldn't believe that she thought she was in love with Tony. He was not the type of person to fall in love with...then again, neither was she. They were both known for spur of the moment 'romantic' decisions that usually involved one-night stands that would leave them feeling worse than they felt before. They were both known for getting drunk and losing all judgment in an attempt to numb their pain du jour. They were the type of people who were never meant to fall in love...and certainly not with each other.

Yet here she was, she knew it had to be love. She had never felt this way before. She only hoped that he would return those emotions.

When she finished, she handed the mic to Tony and they shared a brief but heated look. Was he thinking the same thing she was?

"This one's for my ninja," he smiled a big, goofy smile before he started singing. Ziva just rolled her eyes.

I went from Phoenix, Arizona
All the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California where the girls are warm
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah

Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Baby, baby, baby
Keep on rock'n
Rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n
Rock'n me baby

He knew that they had both laughed. He had meant this as a joke...but still, that look. Could they be real? Could they have a chance? Was he in love? God...what a combination! Tony and Ziva, together! Ha! That's crazy!...But it hit him, hard, he did love her. That was the only explanation. He was in love with the crazy assassin ninja killing machine...Damn it! Couldn't for once he fall in love with someone normal? Did it always have to be daughters of arms dealers and Mossad assassins? Couldn't it just once be, he didn't know, a sales clerk or a teacher? Why always the dangerous ones?...He couldn't believe that he loved Ziva, yet here it was. He knew it. He loved her.

He handed the mic to Abby, presenting it with utmost care as McGee rolled his eyes at Tony's excessively cautious display. Ziva laughed in a way that could only be described as a giggle. A very un-assassinlike noise. Tony loved it and gave her a big, playful smile in return.

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya.
I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha.
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha.
I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down I'll see who's

Abby decided right then. One way or another, she was going to get her Timmy back.

She handed him the microphone and gave him a deep look that she hadn't gave him since they broke up. She hoped he got the message.

You know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own,
So don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough
For someone else.

It just takes some time,
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything, everything will be just fine,
Everything, everything will be alright

He sang the song directly to Abby. He still had feelings for her. He still loved her. He hoped she still loved him.

When he finished, he sat the mic down and walked over to Abby and pulled her into a deep embrace and whispered, "I still love you," into her ear. She pulled him down into a deep kiss. Soon the two were blindly feeling for the way to McGee's bedroom. When they got there, the door slammed shut.

"Gross," Tony moaned, watching the door shut, "Geek love!"

"So, what do we do now?" Ziva asked, the room suddenly ten times more awkward.

"We keep playing. It's not even midnight yet," Tony grinned and Ziva had to fight herself to keep from jumping him and following Abby and McGee's lead.

He handed her the mic and she picked out a song.

Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that.
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me

Please tell me,Please tell me why?
My car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you're gone gone

She smiled and handed him the mic, "I think we only have time for one more song before midnight."

He picked out a song and started singing.

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It's a nice day to start again

Tony put the mic down. He looked at the clock '12:00'. He walked over to Ziva, "Happy New Year."

"You, too," she said, suddenly breathless due to their proximity.

He leaned down and kissed her. It was a slow and tender and loving kiss. Both savoring the feel of each other's lips, the way each other tasted. When they finally broke apart they looked each other in the eyes for a moment before he stepped back.

"I wish I could start over with you, Ziva."

"What do you mean?" she was confused.

"I mean that I wish I could start over. Make sure I was always there for you, avoid that whole 'Jeanne ordeal', never hurt you. I just wish that I had never hurt you," he held her hands tightly as he looked into her eyes.

"Tony, the hurt is what makes us stronger. If our friendship can survive the sort of strain we have put on it and come back stronger than ever-"

"I want more than friendship."

"I want more than friendship."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do. Do you?"

She took several short deep breaths before leaning up to kiss him again, "I love you, Tony," she spoke against his lips as they parted.

"I love you, too, Ziva."

They finally parted and he looked at the clock then stretched, "McGee invited us to stay the night and I don't feel like driving...There's only one bed left because God knows I don't want to go in there and risk seeing anymore of Probie than is exposed by his nerd-suit on a daily basis. So why don't we hit the hay. For real, no funny business. Just sleeping."

"And cuddling?"

"Did Ziva David; Mossad assassin, crazy ninja chick, professional asskicker; just ask if we could cuddle?" he laughed.

She gave him a look.

"Of course we can cuddle," he said, leaning down to kiss her again before leading her to McGee's guest bedroom.

A.N.: I came up for the idea for this story when I was in Hot Springs for my grandparents' 50th anniversary, but I couldn't post it. I'll never understand it. Some of the fanciest hotels I've stayed at (Palmer House Hilton in Chicago, Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs) don't have Wi-Fi, but the freakin' Budget Inn and Super 8 Motel have Wi-Fi! So I couldn't post this until I got back from Hot Springs.

The songs were:

Let There Be Rock: AC/DC

Eye of the Tiger: Survivor

Ramblin' Man: The Allman Brothers Band

Pinball Wizard: The Who

Hungry Like the Wolf: Duran Duran

Give it Away: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Carry On Wayward Son: Kansas

Kids in America: The Muffs

Any Way You Want It: Journey

We Got the Beat: The Go-Gos

Spirit in the Sky: Norman Greenbaum

Go Your Own Way: Fleetwood Mac

Livin' On a Prayer: Bon Jovi

Spoonman: Soundgarden

American Woman: The Guess Who

That's What You Get: Paramore

Rock'n Me: Steve Miller Band

One Way or Another: Blondie

The Middle: Jimmy Eat World

My Own Worst Enemy: Lit

White Wedding (Part 1): Billy Idol

There is a follow-up chapter for this one, but it shouldn't delay my other story...just in case you were wondering...

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