Weep No More (Ziva's Little Star)

by Fae-iou-and-sometimes-y

Ziva had not known what it felt like to cry. But now... Now she knew.

Weep No More (Ziva's Little Star)

A/N: Ima is Hebrew for Mom(my)

Shed no tear, O shed no tear
The flow'r will bloom another year

Weep no more, O weep no more

But Ziva did. For the first time in her life, she cried. Even as a small child, she had never shed a single tear. Not when Ari left. Not even when her Ima had died.

But now, she had broken. No matter how many missions Mossad had sent her on, nothing had prepared her for what she felt now. Shattered. Many compound fractures could not begin to rival the agony now rushing through her. The most excruciating pain does not come from the body. It comes from the heart, from the soul. From the souls of the one hundred and eighty-six children who would never see their next birthday. From the one soul that mattered. Tali.

Talia Kochava David.

Ziva's little star.

A/N2: The name Kochava (ko-KHAV-ah) means 'star' in Hebrew.