As I lay dying.
A short story about the last five minutes of Ziva David's life.
Gibbs/Ziva friendship.
As I lay here dying I never thought it would come to this. A single bullet tore through my chest. Now I lay here gasping, waiting. I want to believe that Gibbs could save me, but he is already here next to me. There is nothing he could do. I begin to speak.
"Ziva calm down you speaking Hebrew, I can't understand you."
"Sorry."
She gasps again. Ziva looks down at the wound then meets Gibbs's face.
"I'm dead."
"No, Ziva listen to me hold on until the ambulance arrives you got me that's an order."
"I… don't regret…saving your life."
He looks in her eyes. Ari.
"I shouldn't have put you in that position. I didn't know that he was your brother. I made you do that."
She shakes her head.
"No… y-you helped me st-stop a killer."
"Ziva…"
"Gibbs please I don't want to be taken back to Tel- Aviv I want to be buried here."
Ziva said in a fast voice, her face pale.
"Ok, I have a family plot." He slowly reaches down and grabs her hand. She grips it.
"You pro-… pro…"
"I promise Ziva."
"I… thank you Jethro."
It takes a couple of seconds but Gibbs nods at her in an assuring manner. He watches as his friend, his agent takes a slow breath before letting go.
Her eyes closed and her fingers lost their grip on his hand.
"You're welcome Agent David." He finally did it. He called her with the status of an agent, that's what she was going to be buried like a Federal agent of the United States. He slowly released her hand drawing his weapon he positioned himself to face the shooter hidden yards away. There was no back up, no ambulance (he had lied to Ziva), there was nothing, but a promise to keep.
This was a one shot, my first try a NCIS fan fiction. R&R is you like S.L.