Hello everyone :D Sorry I've not been on in a while but I've had issues to deal with and your bad reviews aren't helping. I don't mind criticism to help me get better but when you say 'this is awful' doesn't help me become a better writer or make me feel very good so just stop doing it, please. Think about how you would feel. That's all.
You don't get over things in a week, especially big things. She knew that. Yet there was some part of Ziva David that expected her to be working again and chatting with her co-workers as if Somalia never happened. But it had, and it had changed her.
Nothing had really changed. The walls were still insanely orange, the faces on the most wanted wall were still the same and so was the view from the very large window. The only thing that had changed was her team- her ex-team. Gibbs' hair had become white, worry lines had been added to the side of his eyes, as if drawn with a fine pencil. Tony had become quieter, his ever-present grin and cocky façade faded and McGee, well McGee had become withdrawn, scared to look at her. She couldn't blame him, she had turned into something unrecognisable, a monster.
She didn't have a home, it had been blown to smithereens. Vance had offered for her to stay at Navy base housing but she had refused. There was no place to go, nothing for her to do. But wait. Wait to see if it got any easier, if the scars would fade, if that one day she would wake up and Somalia would be a distant dream, a nightmare that you could easily wake up from.
The elevator doors dinged open and Gibbs stepped out. Immediately he was ambushed by Tony, who seemed to have been waiting there for him. Tony started to speak but Gibbs held up a hand to silence him and took a long drink of his coffee.
"Yes, DiNozzo?" He asked impatiently, one he had demolished half the cup.
"Boss, it's Ziva, what should we do?" He started, "We need to help her, I mean Mossad just … abandoned her."
"And you think I don't know that?" Gibbs said sharply. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Ziva every minute. That he lay awake in bed at night trying to think of ways to help her, to mend the broken person she was now.
"Of course not boss, it's just… it's just hard to see her like this." It was more than hard, it hurt. Where was the ass-kicking Mossad officer, the tough-as-nails woman? Tony would give anything just to hear her speak again, even if it was an insult.
"Where is she?" asked Gibbs, taking another long swig of coffee, the burning pain in his throat distracting him from the pain in his heart.
"Same place she's been since she got out of hospital boss, Abby's ballistics lab." Tony replied, following Gibbs to his desk.
Their thoughts had been occupied with Ziva ever since they had rescued her. She refused to talk about what had happened to her, no matter how many times she was asked. She had discharged herself from hospital after they had set her broken ankle, wrist and had dealt with her injuries. Ziva had refused all psychiatric help and therapy. She pushed people away, afraid for them to get too close.
"Look, I would go talk to her but you know she won't speak to me, hell, she won't speak to anyone." Gibbs sighed, half out of annoyance and half out of fear. He dumped his cup in the trash and moved towards the elevator, a sure sign he was going to Abby's lab.
"I know boss." Tony said, Gibbs was already to far away to hear.
The music was a welcome distraction. Every time the memories came back, ever time they threatened to overpower her, Ziva would close her eyes and concentrate on the heavy metal music blasting out of Abby's speakers. It was not music she would personally listen to but that didn't matter. What mattered was the fact she couldn't here the voices, the voices that mocked her, even in her sleep.
"What have you got Abs?" Gibbs shouted over the din, "And turn off that racket!"
The music was turned down before he say Abby. She looked normal and when she said, "Sorry Gibbs." she sounded normal but there was something off about her. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder before pulling Gibbs to the side, "I think you're real question should be, 'how is she'? and the answer is awful. I mean terrible, like completely terribly awful-"
"Abs! I get that but what has she been doing here?" Gibbs said, more out of frustration than anger.
"Zilch, absolutely nothing."
"She must have done something." Gibbs sighed, feeling the itch for another caffeine boost.
"No, she hasn't. She has actually just sat there, next to the desk, huddled up in those blankets. She won't speak, won't even look at me. I have to bring her food and water because otherwise she wouldn't eat or drink. She won't leave at night and I don't think she actually moves. Oh my God Gibbs I am so worried about her." Abby flung herself at Gibbs, almost knocking him over.
"It'll be okay Abby. She's gonna get better. I promise." He just hoped he could fufill it.