Rescue Me
Ziva's POV
2 Months Ago
My name is Ziva David (pronounced Da-veehd). I work at N.C.I.S. (Naval Criminal Investigative Service). One night I was coming home from work when I heard a sudden bang, and then another, I rush up to my apartment and throw open the door.
I see my partner, Tony Dinozzo, lying on the floor with his gun pointed at me. He mumbles, "I am so sorry Ziva. So so sorry." I look around the room and see Michael Rivkin, a Mossad agent, lying on the floor bleeding from bullet holes. I rush over and try to stop the bleeding.
I yell at Tony, "Call 911." The ambulance comes and as I wait I hold Michael's head in my lap.
He did not make it.
1 Month Ago
"Gibbs!" I shout. "I cannot do this any more. I cannot work with someone I do not trust."
"I know Ziva," Gibbs says softly.
" My father offered me another option. He said I could stay here. I might even be able to finish up Michael's mission," I tell him.
"Do what you have to Ziver. It is you choice. Stay or leave. But remember you will always have a place on my team okay?" Gibbs says softly.
"Thank you Gibbs," I say softly. "Tell McGee and Abby I said goodbye."
"What about Tony?" Gibbs asks.
"Tell him I am sorry. He will be better in without me anyway," I say.
"It is off Ziva. And no he won't. He will be way worse without you."
"Goodbye Gibbs," I say softly.
"Bye Ziver. See you soon," Gibbs says softly.
I try to hold back tears as I watch them fly away, going back to America.