Lieutenant Roy Sanders. Danna Hutton.
Both were names. They used to be brilliant, vibrant people that lived and breathed the same air. They were driven to succeed: adrenaline, the desire to work, knowledge and exhilaration at a job well done.
And they both were special people. In a different world, they would have been loved and cared for by the people that they spent their last few hours with. In another life, during some other time, they would have woken up the next day, and smiled at the person by their bedside.
Ziva David. Tony DiNozzo.
They were names too. One was a former Mossad operative, who had, for the longest time, had problems relating to people. As it was, she still managed to mangle common idioms. The other was an NCIS agent, who loved to quote movies and spend his time with beautiful women.
In some other universe, Ziva and Roy would have passed each other while running. And then one day, Roy would have approached her with a smile and an invitation for coffee. Then perhaps, they would have had a future together.
In some other world, Danna would have been walking down the street, until Tony walked into her. They may have bumped into each other and he would have tried to charm her into accepting his number. After a few days, in which he left her sincere messages, she would have accepted his offer for a drink.
In another life, Ziva wouldn't be left with only an orange hat.
In another dimension, Tony wouldn't just have a picture and a list of random facts.
If only.