So, I was listening to my favorite band ever, U2! And I was reading one of those stories that goes along with some lyrics, yeah, soooo I thought "hey I can do that!" so, I'm about to hit ultimate nerd-dom and do it. If you listen to this amazingly amazing band, pleaseeee suggest some songs for me to do! I want it to be pretty lengthy and awesome. (: Thanks! -Gabbie.
Spoilers: many, can't really list them. But you'll find them. (: (I don't own this stuffff)
Chapter One: Stay, (Faraway, So Close!)
"Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is"
Ziva sat in the empty cell. Dirty, beat, fatigued. She didn't care. The past few months have been so liberating, life changing really. Shocking to say, but she had a new outlook on life.
Yeah, she knew she looked like she'd been hit by a bus, and then left in a ditch, but she felt...good.
She liked to think about how this experience would change how she interacted with people, IF she ever got out that is.
Strange to say, she had to thank Salim somewhat for it. For every thing he did or said to her, the more she grew to love her friends, her family, and the world.
Strange...she was content. She was ready to die if so be it. "Red lights, gray morning And if you look, you look through me
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depend's on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing"
"Let's go home" Ziva never thought she would here those three words spoken, and to be spoken by Gibbs? She was so happy, but she didn't want to show it.
The light hit her face like a train, blinding her. It was so bright, so hot. It felt so, good.
"Ziver..." Gibbs said as he stood in front of her and cupped the side of her face in her hand. No other words were said, no other words had to be said. Every one was thinking the same thought.
She came into the camp wanting to taste the blood of Salim Ulmann, but left knowing no blood but her own.
"If I could stay... Faraway, so close
Then the night would give you up
Stay...and the day would keep its trust
Stay...and the night would be enough
Up with the static and the radio waves
With satelite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin"
When they got back from Somalia Ziva, well, Ziva had no home. Her apartment was blown up by Mossad, she had no clothes, nothing that was hers.
So, she went to Tony's.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He opened the door. He was shocked to see her there, at 4 o'clock in the morning, but he was happy all the same, "Ziva...what's up?"
"I need a place to stay..I wondered.."
"Of course! Come on, I'll fix my bed up for you, I'll sleep on the couch."
"I can't sleep Tony, it's ….impossible."
"Well, we'll watch a movie." they sat there, together, in silence. Sat there and watched a movie. Watched as it took her out of her current state of reality and into another.
She now knew why so many people spent so much to go see a movie.
She was caught up in a fictional world not her own. "And if you listen I can't call If I could stay...
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you
Then the night would give you up
Stay...then the day would keep its trust
Stay...with the demons you drowned
Stay...with the spirit I found
Stay...and the night would be enough"
It was two in the morning. Tony was sound asleep on the couch, he had placed a sleeping Ziva in his bed about an hour ago.
He woke up to one night piercing scream. He didn't know if it was anguish for Ziva that made him so alert, or the fact that it had scared the shit out of him. He cautiously entered his bedroom only to see his Ziva thrashing against the covers. He tried to wake her but she was still screaming and thrashing. He felt so bad seeing her like this.
"Ziva! Zee-VAH! It's just a dream, wake up PLEASE"
"No, no no no no no, I won't tell you anything about them, I won't." she said this in Arabic.
"Goddamit Ziva!" he thought as he went to get a glass of water, he entered the bedroom once more to a still struggling Ziva, he threw the water on her. She woke up.
"Tony?" it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah Zee, it's just me" he said as she walked over to her as she sat upright on the bed. "come here." he said as he got up next to her on the bed.
"Tony, I am...sorry." she said to him, rather disappointed in herself for having such an outburst.
"It's okay Zee, I'm right here whether you like it or not, and I'm going to stay here all night. Get some sleep."
With that Ziva snuggled into his chest and tried to fall asleep.
"Three o'clock in the morning Just the bang
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground"
It was three o'clock in the morning, Tony was starting to drift off to sleep, he thought Ziva was asleep. He was thinking, thinking about how much he cared for her, letting his thoughts take him to sleep. Just then he was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud clatter, Ziva.
He got up immediately, "Zee?" he said, as he entered the bathroom. He saw a crying Ziva on the floor. "Ziva..." he walked over to her.
"I can not handle this."
"Yes, yes you can little ninja." she smiled at his comment. "I've always been here for you."
He sat there, uncomfortably on his bathroom floor, as he held a sleeping Ziva.