Gibbs/Ziva fic: Irony
This is a little... tame coming from me hehe, it's just a point I'd like to make... I hate early mornings and I'm a devil for expressing my hatred and I am normally a loving person. This little ditty is something I wrote during my early shift... 7am on a Sunday morning... If I find the peson who made our shop open on a freaking Sunday morning... I'll kill him with a paperclip... This is a warm up, so to speak before an important update... *looks warily at sledgehammer* I'm going as fast as I can! I swear!
Just a tiny little drabble, my next new story will be pretty... hot :) So have cold showers at the ready :) But not for a while just bear it in mind :)
THIS IS FOR MY ACHOTI'S: SARAHSHALOMDAVID AND TIL-SAN AND MY AMAZING FRIENDS: ZIVACENTRIC, DOLPHINSIRENISME, KAELLEIGH AND FANFICTIONFAN63...SORRY IF I FORGOT ANYONE...*SCRATCHES HEAD* I DON'T THINK I DID XD
Oh my bad... AND SEHREZAD AND OMDP92... ISHTY, NCISMAJORLYROCKS AND I THINK THAT'S IT... Oh and GEEKERY15 :) Long time no see my friend :) OH! and HEAVENS! x x x
I think that's everyone... anyways on with the story...
Definitions of Irony:
a. The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.
b. An expression or utterance marked by a deliberate contrast between apparent and intended meaning.
c. A literary style employing such contrasts for humorous or rhetorical effect.
Gibbs sighed as the twittering early morning birds woke him up... again.
He wouldn't mind except it was everyday at exactly the same time, you certainly knew when it was half five in the morning at Gibbs' house... and on a freaking Sunday...
Gibbs grinned to himself, he felt that he was up for a spot of target practise today, and there were a few cats around so he wouldn't have to worry about evidence.
The perfect crime.
He got up and stretched before walking over to his window and opening the curtains, temporarily blinding himself as the morning sun blared at him, even if it was only half risen. He let his eyes adjust before he looked out at the 'quiet' morning. He saw the old tree in his front garden, he knew there was a reason he wanted to cut down that goddamn tree, but oh no, his neighbour knew best... his neighbour was also partially deaf.
He looked out at the road and sighed again, no cars, just peace... and those twittering birds. He was about to turn away when a mass of chocolate curls caught his eye. He grinned to himself as the figure slowed to a stop from her run to stretch. It was Ziva. He watched as his Israeli Officer stretched her hamstrings and other muscles before beginning to run again. Gibbs wore a puzzled expression as Ziva stopped again. She walked a few steps and bent down slightly to smell the roses in Gibbs' front garden. Gibbs knew exactly when the sweet aroma hit her senses as she smiled, she stood up straight and smiled at the birds. She cricked her neck before continuing her run, the smile still on her face, Gibbs watched her as she completely disappeared. Huh, whould'a thought?
He looked at the birds twittering away and a smile graced his face.
'' Saved by the assassin/' he muttered.