Let's Create Something Beautiful and Destroy It
Authors note: Before you read this you must know I hate this story. I wrote in like a half hour one night after having the thought for this story come to mind earlier that day. I guess I wanted to write something dramatic for before the episode that Eli comes to DC. I don't think this story really worked though.
The title comes from the song Disasterology by Pierce the Veil. They are a wonderful band and I recommend that you check them out if haven't already.
The quote at the very end is from Romeo and Juliet.
I don't own Pierce the Veil, or their music, Romeo and Juliet, or NCIS and all of the wonderful characters that i 'played' with in this train wreck of a story.
I shall go and publish this now, for Glenn Beck is on.
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So Eli was coming to town. Just the very thought of it made Ziva sick to her stomach.
He had never done anything to help her. He had basically left her in the desert to die.
And Ari. That night still haunted her. What type of father orders his daughter to kill her brother?
Ziva wanted revenge. She wanted to do something that would make him so furious.
She just never thought anyone would get hurt in the process.
The day before Eli was set to arrive she asked Tony out to dinner.
He accepted of course.
She smiled. Phase one of her plan had worked.
They went out. They ate, possibly drank a little too much, and went back to his apartment.
It was what came next, that was never part of the plan. Or was it?
Morning came too fast. She awoke in his arms. Eli was to arrive today. Thoughts, emotions streamed through her consciousness.
Eli arrived in the mid afternoon. Tony acted particularly close to Ziva. It was only after the peck on the cheek did Eli finally have the guts to ask.
She told him the truth. They were going out.
Words didn't describe how angry he was.
The plan had worked.
That night they shared his bed again.
They did in the following days too.
Eli had only planned to stay a week. He held true to this. He left exactly a week after he arrived. He and Ziva hadn't spoken since his arrival.
The night after he left, the worst thing possible happened. The words 'I love you' we said.
Ziva never intended on it getting this far.
It was the night after that she broke it off.
It was terrible. How do you explain to someone who loves you that you don't love him back and the only reason you went out with him was to get revenge on your father?
Afterwards, life was terrible for him. In the end, when it was all said and done, suicide seemed better.
She was the one that found him.
At his apartment, trying to get him to forgive her, he never came to the door.
She picked the lock, and inside found him dead. Wrists slashed, she calls 911, hoping that maybe it won't be too late, then leaves.
On a plane to Israel, she knows now what she must do.
For if she could kill Ari then surely it would be much easier to kill Eli?
She found it fitting, as if it were a wonderful example of dramatic irony out of some macabre play; her father trained her to be an assassin and it would be her that would be his demise.
Surprisingly with death eminent Eli was brave. With the gun held to his head he didn't bother trying to make any futile attempts to spare his life.
In the end, he welcomed death.
Like it was an old friend.
She turned the gun on herself. There was nothing left to live for. She had destroyed everything.
"Sh'ma Yisraela adonai elohanu, adonai echod." She whispered then pulled the trigger.
They were buried together. It seemed fitting, though the inscription on the tombstone was even more fitting- "A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our attempts. "