Author's Note: Yet another. (: I decided this one after reading 'Breathing Underwater,' in English class. It's a pretty great book.

Ups and downs, and an added sadness... I give you; Her Perspective.


Ziva rose from her bed to see the sunlight shining through her window-pane. She sighed, rolling over, burrowing her face back down into the mess of pillows under her.

"Uh," she got up in attempt to fix the messy mop of hair that she'd tried to straighten out.

She made her way into the kitchen to find her mother already up and making breakfast, which she rarely ever did. Ziva stepped over to the refrigerator to pull out the glass of orange juice awaiting her.

"Did you sleep well?" Her mother asked, quitely.

Ziva mumbled out a reply that sort of sounded like an "eh," or an "I guess."

She laughed at her daughter and turned to kiss her on the forehead.

"So, are you and Tony hanging out on your last day of summer vacation before school?"

"Ima, I do not know. I have not spoken to him in three days."

Netanya removed the breakfast from the oven and places it on two plates. "Wow. Three whole days. New record."

Ziva rolled her eyes at her mother, but she ate with her in peace. It has been the longest we've went without speaking.

"I think I will call him."

"Of course you will."

She hopped off the dinning room table chair to bound off into her room. Ziva grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand.

After three rings, he answered.

"Hey, Ziva."

"You have not called in a few days, just making sure you are alive." Ziva replied, playing with a loose strand of bedding off her comforter.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I've been busy."

"I see."

"Ziva, really. I'm very sorry."

"Do not be."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure," she trailed off, "I was just wanting to know if you would like to go out to the park today or something. Just before school started."

Tony hesitated on the other end of the line, and then Ziva heard the girl. "Ziva... There's something that I've been meaning to tell you,"

"Save it, I got it."

Ziva ended the phone call, but then turned her phone off. She wasn't giving him the option of calling her again that day. Now it is going to be awkward.


She ended up at the park anyway, even though it was her and Tony's place to always go when they needed time alone. She hadn't really thought about it, but she did miss him a lot after her mother brought it up.

Ziva started to make her way to the walking path, hoping to see one of their friends out to at least talk to someone.

But, she didn't.

She stretched her arms and legs before heading off walking down the path that was all-too-familiar to her. The path just didn't feel the same under her feet anymore, the voice was no long talking in her ear, and the sun was no longer sparkling off the hair of the guy she wanted to be with at that moment. No, he was with some other girl having fun.

It wasn't long before Ziva's thoughts went elsewhere.

In front of her jogging along the path was a boy about her age that she had seen around their high school, but had never really talked to before. Tony had been the only person she'd ever really been friends with in the end since she'd came to America.

She trotted along a little faster hoping to meet the same pace.

Ziva noticed how he slowed when he saw her. She looked down realizing she wasn't really dressed to be jogging in her cargo pants and sweater.

"Hey! You think that those pants are meant for running in?"

She stopped and chuckled, "I was jogging, not running."

"Same difference," he looked around them. "I'm Damon, Damon Werth."

"Ziva David." She reached her hand out for him to shake, lingering a little longer than either should. "You are... by yourself?"

"Actually yes, none of my family actually runs and I just moved here a couple of months ago so friends are really a big issue."

They both laughed.

"How about you, Miss. David?"

"Yes, I am."

"Now, why would a beautiful thing like you be jogging around by yourself?"

Ziva didn't blush, she just smirked. "No reason."

"Come on, there has to be a reason."

"Not everything has one."

Damon looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "okay, I guess."

"Yes, there is a reason... My best friend decided he would get a girlfriend without telling me, then he sort of, how to you American's say it, blew me off? Yes?"

He shook her head and frowned. "He obviously doesn't know what he's missing," he whispered. "Anyway, it was really nice meeting you."

She nodded her head in assurance, "Nice meeting you, too."

Ziva started off in the other direction when she heard her name being called, "Yes, Damon?"

"You want to go later and grab some lunch?"

"I'd like that."

Damon started off in her direction when her phone vibrated. She looked down, a text from Tony.

Im sorry, Zi. Dnt be mad. Hang out later?

She sent a quick reply back to him.

Do not be sorry, I have a date.

Ziva continued back down the path with Damon, smiling.


Author's Note: So, if you have me on Tumblr you've got a pretty good description of what's going on. If not, you'll have to wait and see. (: I know this chapter wasn't that good, but I promise it will get better. I just didn't really know how to start it out. Next update, hopefully by tomorrow night. :D