A.N. I know I really shouldn't really be starting ANOTHER fic but I can't help it honest. So I might not update this one that much because my main concern is Spanish and Schoolgirls and then Endless but I had to write this down and I don't think there is a story like this yet (I may be mistaken) and this is only a prologue and I promise the rest of the story will be happier. So Review please! Even though its short and I will TRY and update soon.

Disclaimer- I dont own anyone or anything. Sad I know.


Ziva smiled as best she could. She knew what she was doing would be debatable of whether it was right or not but at that moment she didn't care. She was stopping these men get the information they wanted and if someone had to die because of it the world would still turn.

She felt the familiar weight of the gun in her hands and wondered for the hundredth time wether the guard had simply let her take his weapon. She swore he flinched when she carefully removed it from its holster but he didn't stop and didn't say anything. It didn't matter though because everything was going to end exactly the same way anyway.

The man she presumed was in charge entered the room and she stilled her hand which was shaking with anticipation. He yanked off her Star of David, then grabbing her hair asked her for the last time about NCIS.

She smiled once again through the pain because what she was going to do next would guarantee that the information stayed away from this man.

She raised the gun and the expression on the man's face only pushed her to do it faster. Fear.

She felt no trace of fear as she held the gun where it wouldn't miss and what seemed like years but was only a second, she pulled the trigger.

Ziva David was dead before she hit the floor, a satisfied smile still on her face.