L. S. Becker
Weakness
Ziva entered the apartment, slammed the door behind her, threw his coat and keys on the table lamp of entry, took his gun and badge and placed everything at the same table. She smiled to see how things piled that small glass coffee table. Your apartment was fairly spacious, had entered on the glass table was a large room with a beautiful chorus of dark couch, the bookcase separates the room via a hallway to the bedroom, she went to her room, lit the light and was undressing, felt tired from the grueling days and remember Dinozzo shook his head smiling, he took seriously the very easy, but loved to make him suffer with his jokes. Ziva took off his shoes playing in a corner, took off his clothes and threw the phone on the bed, went to the dresser and pulled out a large dark blue shirt, then put it on, falling well above the knees like a nightshirt.
She returned to the corridor, looked at the clock on the shelf, it was past 2:00 in the morning, she deserved a good sleep, after all would never know when your phone would ring again warning that someone else had died. She crossed the room, past the kitchen door and went straight to the bathroom, a beautiful white porcelain bathtub was leaving the comfortable environment, and she paused for a minute at the door looking at the tub and said to herself:
_You gives me a will, spending the night lying between the foam.
She shook his head, went into the bathroom and then washed her face, still with closed eyes stretched out his arm and reached for the towel hanging behind the counter, she looked up into the mirror, that's when...
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