Title: You're not alone
Author: MNMmie
Character/Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Ziva David
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG

Challenge: #256 Anger
Wordcount: 418

Spoilers: Yep, Jack-Knife and you could find some for Aliyah or Truth or Consequences if you squint.
Warnings: Not really

"What the hell were you thinking?" He yelled as he walked down the basement stairs. She had been sanding the current project in that same basement. She looked up.

"What are we talking about?" She said.

"You know damn well what I am talking about!"

"No, I do not."

"I talked to Werth, to go over his report of all this." She looked at him, her head slightly bend to the side.

"Well, that explains what we are talking about." She said plainly, before she turned back to sanding. Gibbs walked over and took the sanding paper from her and turned her so she was looking at him.

"Why did you stand in front of a speeding truck?" She blinked once.

"Demon stood right next to me."

"Yeah, but he said he was ready to run off. Stayed on the spot because you did." He forced her to look him in the eyes. Somewhere deep in her eyes he could see her discomfort and all the emotions she was trying to hide.

"You had no way of knowing that the truck could stop in time, that it would not crash into that other truck." He looked at her a little longer.

"You did not know! Why did you stand there? Ziver!" He felt his anger rise again.

"It would not have hit the other truck." She stated before she pulled herself loose from his grip.

"Do you have some kind of freaking death wish?" He said, his voice raised.

She just turned away from him and started to walk off towards the stairs; just in time his arm shot out to catch her arm. She stopped and sighed, when she turned back her eyes were brimming with tears.

"No." Silence. He did not break it.

"I just wish I could feel again." He let go of her arm.

"And getting crushed by a truck is going to do the job?" He queried. She shook her head.

"Probably not." Her bottom lip started to shake.

"I told you not to bury it. And yet you did. Ziva, for God's sake! Talk about it!" He was almost yelling, but seeing Ziva shake and crumble under his words he became quiet. Within a second he had wrapped her in his arms, while the tears finally rolled down her cheeks. He could only feel relieved when she let him hold her and did not pull away.

"You are not alone in this, Ziver." He whispered to her hair. "You are not alone."