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Somalia does not happen in this story,
Song for this Chapter... New Divide... Linkin Park ******************************************************************************************************************
Kingdom Come *Tony's point of view*
Ziva has been gone for 3 months now, and I feel like Im dying slowly. Every day is the same routing, another sailor or marine who has found another way to off someone or each other.
I could care less, life is dragging, Mcgee, Gibbs, Ducky, Abby, think that Ziva just needs time and then she will come home.
Fat chance, I snort to myself, more then likely she will come back and slaughter every single one of us before that happens.
Probably save me for last, I snort to myself.
"McGee! Dinozzo! Go home! These cold cases can wait till later" Gibbs yells at his two remaining field operatives.
Boss doesnt have to tell me twice, I grab my bag and look forward to hitting my booze, and passing out on my couch.
That's my life after work, go home, or go to the bar, and get totally pissed so my memories don't kill me. I don't even remember my car rides home, Im so burnt out, fizzed, drained, tank almost completely empty, nothing left to give.
This job has taken everything from me, and what has it given back? Heartache? Sorrow? Betrayal? Death?
Unlocking my door takes me longer then usual, "damn, I used to be quick with this". I mutter under my breath. Place is a wreck, old pizza boxes litter the floor, beer bottles everwhere, its a place where life simply no longer has any meaning.
Rain is pouring down now, a sudden thunderstorm, perfect weather for my foul mood. I crack my window a little bit, to listen to the pouring rain. It soothes me, cause me to unwind and relax.
I grab my gun, and badge, and put them in my bedroom where eventually i'll crash in, but now I sit back down and hold my head in my hands dwell on bitter memories cause they are all I have now. My bloodshot eyes, my shaky hands, I know, Im slowly slipping away, but I'm beyong caring now. Life can surprise you sometimes, and other times... well, its just a bitch.
Finishing my second bottle of beer, I lay back on my couch, listening to the roar of nature outside, and feeling my shoulder ache.
It has become an accurate weather predictor, well, at least for rain anyway. The only good thing to come from the Michael Rivkin fight. I smirk.
My senses have grown dull due to beer, gluttony, and general self-neglect, I should have seen the signs that someone had been or was in my apartment, but no, I wanted another beer.
Soft footsteeps approach me from behind, I hear nothing, maybe because im tired, and i really dont want to hear whats coming, but I certainly hear the hammer being cocked, and I definitely feel a silencer touching the back of my skull.
"Hello Ziva" I mutter, "Ready to finish the job now". I say with great irony in my voice, then the world goes BLACK.
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Ok, Evil I know, but i have three different directions right now in which to take this story.
1. Ziva Wounds 2. Ziva kidnaps 3. Ziva kills
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