Ziva David was strong, she'd always prided herself on that. Sometimes she was too strong. She pushed away the people that loved her, and they never came back, well, almost never.
Ziva walked into the office with a smile on her face. It was to be a good day. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. Before her was a girl, blond hair cropped short, and Ziva knew instantly who she was. She swallowed hard and forced a smile onto her face. She silently crept up behind the woman and grabbed her sides whispering in her ear,
"Boo!" The girl jumped and shrieked, spinning around.
"Ziva! Jesus! You are the only one who can do that I swear to god. What are you doing here?" she cried.
"Sara, I will always enjoy sneaking up behind you." she grinned. "And I work here, what are you doing here?" she asked, a little confused. Tony stepped a little closer to the two women.
"Okay, two things. First thing, she's the new probie. Second thing, how the hell do you guys know each other?" he asked, his eyebrows up in his hairline. They both looked away.
"Not to be an ass on my first day, but that is so not your business DiNozzo." Sara said, picking her bag up from its position between her feet and sighing.
"Where is Special Agent Gibbs?" She asked briskly, refusing to look back at Ziva. Gibbs appeared as per usual, out of nowhere behind her.
"Right here, what do ya need?" he asked. She spun around and sighed.
"Okay I take that back Ziva, you and him." she said, and then looked to Gibbs.
"I'm Sara Prince, your new-" He cut her off.
"Gear up then. We got a body." She nodded and started walking then spun back around.
"Uh, where do I-" Ziva grabbed her bag and promptly dropped it onto the desk on the end.
"Right here." she said, and then walked to her own desk, grabbed her gun, and quickly followed Gibbs to the elevator. She looked behind her and saw Sara gearing up as quickly as possible and held the elevator for her. This would be interesting.
Ziva had driven to the crime scene, which was a trauma in and of itself, and the sight of the young woman laying on the sidewalk, covered in her own blood, would have made most people with humanity feel sick. Sara however, had seen far worse, and in all honesty had done far worse.
As they walked into the darkened room, Sara looked into Ziva's eyes. They knew their game plan, and they knew it well. The man before them was a pathetic sight, bloodied and broken, and it was their task to deliver the final blow. The one that would end the dance.
"Sara? Are you alright?" Ziva's voice behind her snapped her out of a flashback
"Y-yes, I'm fine Ziva." she said, shaking her head clear and walking away. Ziva watched her walk away with remorse on her face. How is it that she broke this woman, one that was so strong once? She turned her head away for a moment and then was back to work, snapping photos and taking statements.