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Wrote this for Challenge #024: Forget on NCISDrabble100 (LJ).
Enjoy…
"I just want... Why can't you let me forget?" Ziva whispered. She had turned away from the man asking her the question.
"Because you're hurting!" The frustrated reply came from behind. She makes another move toward the door, but as before it did not perform its usual action of opening.
"Open it." Ziva said, coldly.
"Not until you talk." The stubborn response was. Ziva sighed as she turned back.
"It's time to let go, Ziva." A tear escaped the woman's eye. Slowly she walked over to sit down.
"Time for tea, I'd say." The Scotsman said, with a soft smile.