Thanks to a tumblr prompt given to me by tivafanintheusa and with her permission, I give you Spare a Thought for Me.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, Tony and Ziva, or Phantom of the Opera.

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Ziva stares ahead of her. Today is her sister's birthday, and though she is trying to live for herself, there is a part of her that will always honor her baby sister. That night is tonight. Shuddering at the memory of the bombing, the woman instead listens to the orchestra tune their instruments, the clarinet and saxaphone the loudest of all. Minutes later, she smiles a little once the lights fade, knowing the opera is about to start.

As the first song is sung, Ziva becomes transported into a world of terror and excitement. She has not known the feelings for months now, unsure if her thoughts are correct. Dismissing the thought, the woman continues to watch the show captured in the scenery and the voices she knows could have been her sister. Then, the lead sings her first song of the show, for her as the character and as the actress. The notes hit perfectly, but Ziva is no longer listening to the music, but the lyrics. Her mind ebbs and flows with the woman singing, but once the last note has hit, Ziva realizes a steady stream of tears flow down her cheeks. Her thoughts are no longer on her sister, but someone else equally as important.

Once the first act is over, Ziva can take the reminder no longer. Afraid of crying through the next act and spoiling the other patrons' experience, the woman simply leaves the chilly night air. Deciding she needs fresh air tonight, the woman walks through the streets of the city she thought she would never see again, the song she resonated so well with earlier playing in her head constantly. By the time she has walked the three city blocks to her hotel, the woman collapses onto the bed in her room. Still crying, the woman stares out the window, wondering if leaving America behind is still the best option for her life.

As her mind wanders, she hears a ding from her computer on the desk at the far side of the room. Wiping away a stray tear, the woman finds a text from Tony and smiles. Only Tony would contact her at her weakest point. They have not spoken lately, but she can practically see his smile as she rereads the question of what she is thinking of. Shaking her head, Ziva sits at the chair placed at the desk and replies she is thinking of him and asks if he is thinking of her. Her answer comes with a smile emoticon and a question to where she is. Now, she simply wishes he were here with her. She needs him.

Biting her lip, the woman types in one word:

Paris.

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