Title: Orders
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Author: Alidiabin
Words: 633
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Spoilers
Spoilers: 7x24 and for NCIS: Los Angeles 1x09
Parings: Tony/Ziva
Summary: Something is out of place. Tony tells Ziva why he was not at her citizenship ceremony.
Orders
Ziva David walked into her small and Spartan apartment, carrying her high-heeled shoes in her hands. She slowly teased the white jacket from her body, not wanting to stain the only new item of clothing she had brought in the past few months, the rest of her wardrobe either being the less Goth hand me downs from Abby or thrift store finds. She looked around her plain apartment. Something was out of place. She could sense it.
She pivoted, as she had been taught in dance class all those decades ago. Then she surveyed the apartment as she had been trained in mossad all those years ago. She wondered if mossad were behind this intrusion. Eli had been to quiet and easy-going about Ziva becoming an American and about Ziva leaving wondered if Eli had made his cronies install bugs or cameras.
She found herself being drawn towards the wall above her piano. The wall where she put all her postcards of the places she visited. There were postcards of Los Angles, which she had visited last Thanksgiving when Abby was in peril, Paris where her and Tony's partnership had changed, Cleveland where she had visited Damon a few weeks ago, and Arizona where her and Tony had ended up when the team were investigating Gibbs mother in law. There was a new postcard on the end of the row of postcards.
One of a small dusty Mexican town with 'Hola Mexico' stamped across it in an ugly lime green font. She picked it up, she had never brought a postcard in Mexico, as her and Tony had spent a grand total of three minutes of Mexican soil. It was not a gift from Abby, who had recently visited Mexico, either; she had brought Ziva a Mexican bobble head, which sat in the interior of Ziva's new mini cooper. She flipped the postcard over. She recognized Tony's messy scrawl.
She was tempted to rip the postcard up in an angry temper tantrum. Tony had not been at the ceremony even though he had promised. It had taken Ziva so long to trust the words 'I promise' after Eli and everyone else had destroyed their meaning, and now Tony had ruined them all over agian for her. He had become just like Ari, Michael, or Eli someone who let her down. A part of her, the part that knew Tony always had her back just as she always had his, calmed her down. She fiddled with the postcard letting the blunt paper edges press on her thumb tip. She decided to see what he had to say. He deserved as much she thought. She read his cryptic message.
Sometimes you get orders even if you don't like them you follow them.
Ziva reread the postcard multiple times. She knew what Tony meant. She remembered when she had told Tony the exact same thing nearly two years ago on a ship in the ocean after she had gotten caught in her father's tangled web of deceit again and trapped in the sticky almost invisible silver thread that was mossad. She now understood why his eyes had flared in anger when she had uttered that sentence. It was such a cop out. It was no comfort.
Ziva now understood. She understood why Tony had not sat there with the rest of them telling her he was going to call his senator or that the immigration policy had gone to hell. Ziva knew those statements were all in a merry jest. She fiddled with the postcard. She read the sentence again. She had wanted him to be there, but he had orders. Her phone let out a sharp and shrill vibration that disturbed her from her musing. Vance had given her orders of her own.
A/N: So?