A.N. Okay this was a little idea that popped into my head during our health class where we were talking about the difference between addiction and dependance in drug users. This is the product of that. Sorry if it's a little shotty I wrote it rather quickly- just wanting to get the idea out of my head =) Please review I love hearing what people think!
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SPOILERS: Season 7: Episodes 1-5 (Code of Conduct)
Addiction
A few months ago I would have said that I was addicted to Ziva David. Everything about her drew me in; her dark alluring eyes, her accent, her smell, her wild hair that I would tousle every chance I got, the idioms she stuffed up, her easy flirting, our heat filled gazes, her death threats, our explosive arguments and our serious talks late at night.
I was completely addicted to her.
The Michael happed and I didn't see as much of her but I would always talk to her every day, even if it was only a text.
But then she stayed in Israel and I had to live without my addiction.
I didn't get one phone call, message or see her face for months and life wasn't the same. I had been addicted to her and then she was gone and all I had was a picture of her in a bikini and my memories.
Then she was dead; the Damocles had sunk and there were no survivors. Then I was in Africa and I didn't know anything except for the fact that I wanted Saleem dead.
Then she was alive and questioning me and it was like I couldn't see anything but her cold, dead, defeated eyes even when my own were closed.
Then her lips were on my cheek, her soft hand making me feel things I never had before.
"No, it is I who am sorry," she had said and those words echoed around in my head until I truly realised she was alive and home.
Then she had pulled the prank on me; had made my teeth blue and even though I knew that it was at my expense I couldn't help but love the huge smile that had been lacking on her face for so long.
Somewhere between her asking me why I had come to save her and now, my addiction had become dependence.
I was no longer addicted to Ziva David; I depended on her.
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Jules.