I got this idea from a Christina Stürmer song... i know it's sad, but happy's not my thing. Uhh not really any spoilers, but it's set after Aliyah, or when Ziva goes to Israel earlier in the season. Enjoy!
Alcohol
She was his partner. She was his friend. She was the love of his life, but she didn't know that.
Being with her was like being intoxicated, and he wanted more of her alcohol. For now he would have to settle for the real thing.
She was thousands of miles away doing God only knows what for her father's super secret spy agency.
She hadn't called. He hadn't either. He didn't know if he would ever see her again. So to ease the pain, or at least forget it for a while, he drank. Vodka, rum, beer, gin, wine, brandy, he had it all. Some might call it his 'coping mechanism', he called it pathetic.
His father drank. It led to him being the abusive drunk that raised him all those years ago. He didn't want to be like that. He didn't want to imitate his father in any way, and yet here he was, drinking all alone on a Tuesday night.
"What happened to you, DiNozzo?" he asked himself, cursing his inability to put down his drink. If he stared at it long enough, if he drank enough, maybe the pain would go away. Maybe then he could forget about her.
Maybe not.
He stared drunkenly at the glass in his hand, somehow seeing her reflection shining back at him. She was frowning, her hair pushed to one side and her arms crossed in front of her. It was her annoyed look, the one she always gave him when he made movie references or said something stupid. He wondered if he would ever see that look again.
"Not unless you plan on visiting Israel anytime soon," he replied out loud. He was sure his neighbors probably thought he was a crazy old drunk who liked to talk to himself, but it didn't bother him. As long as he could talk to her, he didn't care how he got there.
"Oh, Ziva, why did you leave me?" he slurred, bringing her to his lips for another sip. She tasted sweet and it brought a smile to his lips. She burned his throat just the right amount. Feeling her influence over him made her presence seem more real, like she was there with him.
The glass felt cool in his hand as he rubbed his thumb across the surface. He had made this motion many times before to wipe away the tears of past girlfriends. He imagined that he was wiping away her tears. As he pushed the condensation around he wondered if she would cry over him. Did she even know how he felt? He thought he had made his feelings quite clear when he risked his life for her, but she still picked Israel instead.
Maybe she was trying to protect herself. Maybe she knew how great they would be and wanted to spare herself the pain. His love was just as potent as the alcohol behind her reflection.
He took another sip and set her back down, content to simply be with her for a while.
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