New story! I'll still write Wishing on a Star, so don't worry. Once this idea was in my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
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Glow of Hope – Chapter One
Ziva couldn't see anything except concrete and the occasional glow of a light outside the door.
It was that glow that kept her going—knowing that there was still light in the world, if not in here. To Ziva David, that light was like hope.
She knew that there was a man outside the door, but not the same one that came in the concrete room and beat her.
She knew that it was probably Mossad's fault that she was in here.
No, she knew that is was her fault, too. If she had figured out why Michael had gone to Washington earlier...it definitely wasn't to see her, like she'd thought.
Ziva wished she had a pen and some paper. She wanted to write letters to her team—no, her old team—in D.C. Oh well. She could make do without; she'd "write" them in her mind.
Dear Tony,
No. She couldn't handle writing to Tony first. Too emotional.
Dear Gibbs,
I wish I did not have to be writing this to you. But I am trapped, Gibbs. I went on a mission for my father and I was captured and am now in someplace in Africa.
But I am not writing to you for sympathy. You know I would not do that.
You were always more of a father to me than my own. I would want you to walk me down the aisle if Tony and I ever got married—
Why had she written that? Tony and Ziva weren't even dating. Not even close. She mentally erased the sentence and continued.
When I first met you, I did not know what to think. You wanted to kill my brother...and yet I could still see where you were...coming from? Is that it? I felt the same way when my little sister Tali died—but you do not know that story, yes? Ask Tony; I cannot think about her at the moment.
If I never see you again, Gibbs, I wish you to know that I loved you. And that I'm sorry—I know, a sign of weakness—for leaving you and the team the way that I did. I wish now that I had not. I wish a lot of things.
Ziva knew that Gibbs would not like the "if I never see you again" bit, but she felt, at this moment, that it was true.
I am writing letters to the rest of your—our—team as well. I would like you all to share them. Please.
Take care, Gibbs.
Love, Ziver
Ziva repeated the letter in her head over and over until she had it memorized. Maybe, once I get out of here, she thought, I can really send this to Gibbs.
She shook her head, surprised that she felt hot tears on her cheeks.
Ziva carefully lifted her swollen hands to wipe them away as the door swung open.
"Tell me. What do you know?" the man growled.
"About what?" Ziva said. She would protect her team. For anything.
The man swung his arm, hitting her in the side of her head. His grin was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.
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Sorry if that's sort of a cliffhanger. But Ziva only fainted, promise.
This idea came to me when I was reading letters from the pen pals we got in French class during 8th and 9th grade. xD
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