A.N. Just a short one-shot that was the product of listening to 'My Immortal' by Evanescence. Hope you enjoy it and please review- I love to know what you think.
He was plagued with memories of her, playing through his mind like a movie. Like a horror movie that never ended.
The memories changed so quickly in dynamic he could barely keep up with them. He would be laughing, remembering the various pranks they had played on McGee and he wouldn't even notice his laughter turning into sobs when he was recounting those moments at their movie nights. The nights she had opened up or when she was too crazy to remain closed. He would hold her, wiping the tears running down her face, telling her it would be okay, telling her that he would protect her.
He remembered their first meeting, how she had unabashedly asked him if he was having phone sex and if he was being honest he had been hooked on her since those first words. His pain would turn to amusement as he remembered all the idioms she had stuffed up; one of his favourites was when she had called him a boob. "It's noob, Ziva," he had told her, trying to refrain from laughing at the look on her face.
But even after all of this his mind wouldn't let him rest and flashes of her fighting him danced in front of his eyes, Ziva kicking his ass, Ziva curled up on his couch watching Edward Scissorhands for the hundredth time on his Plasma, his arm lying across her shoulders, pulling her gently to his own body.
His tears started falling faster now, blurring his vision and making his head throb but still the memories went on. It was like he couldn't escape them, couldn't escape her and with a cry of rage he jumped out of the couch they had shared so many nights and swung his fist. It hit the wall with a satisfying but painful crack and as he cradled his fist in his hands, the tears falling faster than ever he said to the empty room, "Damnit Ziva, come back."