壁紙

"Tony, do not let her fall!"

He laughs at his wife’s concern, and slightly adjusts their daughter in his lap for the sake of her comfort. “She’s not gonna fall, Ziva. Besides, she inherited your ninja balancing skills.”

The little girl squeaked as her fingers slammed on to the keys, and he cringed slightly at the off-putting noise, his wife laughing in his place. “And it seems she has inherited your ピアノ playing skills.”

"Hey!" he quips. But before he can retort, the little girl starts jumping in his lap, slamming her hands down on the keys once more.

"Whoa, okay there," he says,...

Finally

This is a tag piece for "False Witness" so there'll be some spoilers. All mistakes are mine and I apologize for them.

There's a little fluff too (and OOC at the end! So be warned!), other than that please enjoy =)!

Disclaimer: I wrote it down on paper once, but it still isn't mine.

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Night had finally dawned over and the moon had greedily pushed the sun aside to reign supreme. Tony found himself splayed across his ソファー, ソファ with a ビール in hand as he switched through piles and piles of shitty dramas that were overly dramatic, and truth be told plain old fake. It had been a very long tiring...