WIP WEDNESDAY
I am alive. Barely but alive.. here is to the next few months being challenging in all the right ways. Tagging @indestinatus and @mrsmungus if they feel like sharing. I hopeyou are doing great ladies.
âHe was not just a manâ, the sharpness in her fatherâs voice was unmistakable, âHe was family, he was mishpachaâ. All of a sudden, Hadarâs frame was all Ziva could see. The strong arms that had made her fly high during those long summer days waiting for her Abba to finish working. Those big dark eyes full of mischief and secrets and the grin he could barely suppress when a beautiful woman walked by.
Also alive - however barely. Nothing dramatic, just busy. Apparently, I have a social life that takes me out of the house now. I don't quite know when that happened. And then kids, and husband, and all of the things. Writing is slim right now. Edits and tiny typos mostly. There's a few little bits coming together, but nothing that's really flowing. But I will leave you all with this little bit of classic Tiva vibes.
He leaned against the corner of her desk, like he had all the time in the world. âYou good after that fall, Ninja?â he asked. âIt was not a fall,â she corrected. âIt was a controlled dive.â Tony shrugged. âEither way, you hit the deck hard,â he said. âYou okay?â his tone shifted, a little quieter and more sincere. Ziva glanced up at him, checking the enquiry was genuine and nodded. âAs you like to say, shaken but not scarred,â she replied less sharply. âStirred,â he murmured, shaking his head. âI really need to get some Bond education into you.âÂ
Itâs so good to hear from you! *send hugs*
Also, I need to re-watch James Bond ASAP.












