They two of them sit in the bullpen. She sits at her desk, focused on the keyboard. He approaches her. She looks up at him.
"I do not have an update yet," she reveals.
"Ziva can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Gibbs."
"Jenny told me that you save her life, in Cairo."
"Where did that come from?"
"I don't know. I guess I have just been thinking about her, lately."
"That wasn't a question," she points out.
"She never told me how."
"You want me to tell you?"
"I was hoping that you would."
"You should have asked her."
"I can't ask her. She's dead."
"I know that, but if you wanted to know, you should have asked her."
"There is no use protecting her, now. I am asking you."
"She asked me not to talk about it."
"She can't do anything about it now."
"Now is not the time," she clarifies.
"Ok," he concedes, walking away.
It wasn't the fact that Jenny had forbidden her from talking about it, that kept her from telling him. It was the fact that some things are better left in the past. There are some things in your life that you do not want to relive, that day was one of them. There are some things that cannot be unseen. No matter how hard she tried to bury it, she couldn't. She had replayed that day over, and over in her head a million times. She could never understand it.
July 28th, 2003-Cairo
It was hotter than a steaming pile of dog crap, outside. Ziva parks the car, and heads into the hotel with dinner. Jenny had refused to leave the comfort of their air conditioned room. How that had caught a break that lucky, Ziva would never know. She didn't need to know how Jenny had managed to find the only air conditioned room available in the whole country, in the middle of July.
She gets onto the elevator, unaware of the scene that awaits her. The elevator stops on the third floor, and she gets off. She makes a left, and heads towards a room at the end of the hallway. When she reaches the room she makes the realization that the door is open a crack. Jenny would never leave the door open, the cold air would escape. Ziva drops the bag on the floor, and draws her weapon. She pushes the door open with her foot. She steps into the room.
The first thing she notices is all the blood. There is blood all over the room. Their are shell casings on the floor. There are a few misses in the walls. She steps into the bathroom, and finds it empty. She tucks her weapon away, and moves towards the bed close to the air conditioner. She walks past the bed. She finds Jenny lying on the floor. She lies on her side. Ziva quickly drops to her knees, next to Jenny. She rolls her onto her back.
"Jenny, can you hear me?"
Jenny breathes laboriously. She touches her face, "Jenny?" Jenny's breath hitches, and she opens her eyes. She looks at Ziva, and her eyes quickly close. Ziva stares at Jenny. She is covered in blood. There is blood all over the floor, and on the bed. The blood covers Jenny's NIS t-shirt that she had slipped on when they returned to the room. Ziva stares at the shirt, unsure where all of the blood is coming from.
"Where is all of the blood coming from?" she questions.
Jenny opens her eyes for a moment. She points to her right side. Ziva grabs a pillow, and tears the pillow case off of it. She presses it against Jenny's abdomen. The blood soaks the pillow case in a matter of maybe a minute. Ziva tosses the pillow case aside, and lifts up Jenny's shirt. She uses a shirt laying nearby to wipe off some of the blood, in order to see. She finds the entry wound.
She snaps back into reality to find Gibbs staring at her from the center of the room. McGee, and DiNozzo stand next to him. She jumps out of her seat, and joins them next to the screen.
"Day dreaming about your lover boy?" Tony teases.
"Not quite," she admits.
"If you two are done playing games..." Gibbs scolds.
"Right, boss," Tony nods.
McGee, Tony, and Ziva yammer on about their findings.
"McGee you're with me," Gibbs reveals.
Ziva follows Tony to the elevator. When they reach the garage she doesn't argue with him about driving, she simply tosses him the keys.