A/N: I was watching Kill Ari Parts 1 & 2 during USA network's marathon and I thought this up out of the visions of Kate. As to the origin of the title. I stuck Ziva's name into a sloganizer until it came up with something I liked. It really has nothing to do with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters. I honestly wouldn't mind if I did, but sadly I do not.
It was late and he had long since sent his team home, though DiNozzo had attempted to stay for no good reason other than not wanting to sit on his couch with cold pizza and warm beer again. The bullpen was dark save for the single lamp on Gibb's own desk when he saw her, his mind playing tricks on him like it had years and years before. He sighed and looked up to the imagined visage of his surrogate daughter, Mossad Officer Ziva David, standing between his desk and hers like she had so many times before.
"Why did you just leave me, Gibbs? I know I have made some mistakes, but did I deserve that? I know I asked you to, but the Gibbs I know would have slapped the back of my head and told me to get my ass on the plane. Was losing me to my father's suicide missions in Israel once already, not enough for you and for the team?" spirit Ziva asked forcibly. She looked hurt, emotionally. She turned her head away for a moment until Gibbs spoke.
"No, you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry Ziver. We'll find you, I promise," he replied, his voice low and gruff.
"Will you? I have always trusted you, but I am not so sure you can save me this time," Ziva said back to him before he closed his eyes against the hurt and her memory disappeared. Sighing in depression and frustration, Gibbs shut off his desk light, grabbed his things and left the building as quickly as he could. If there was ever a night for bourbon and boat-building, this was it.
Please leave me a review if you feel so inclined. I think I will put up Abby's vision next. Tony's is already written, but I think his will be last because it's my favorite. =]