Little drabbley thing... Post Somalia, something that i just came up with randomly. Hope you like it!
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He had held the knife to her throat, it had pressed against her smooth tanned skin, so close, not enough pressure to cut, but enough to ensure that whatever happened, she couldn't move in that position. Every time he woke, covered with sweat, that image was imprinted into his mind. Ziva, a knife pressed to her throat. In a millisecond, the world that he had already lost once could come tumbling down again. Just after he had got her back again. He'd seen suspects point guns in her direction, he had seen her in life threatening situations before, it was the nature of the job. But something got to him about that moment, in the desert. It had never been so real, so... close. It just seemed so close, closer than the other times. The fact that with one tiny movement, with just a little bit more pressure on Saleems part... she would be gone.
And, like he said, he had only just gotten her back.
He had been having the same dream every night, those few moments back there... he relived them every day. And he shouldn't be, he wanted them to stop, because he needed to concentrate on her. Make sure that she was back on her feet ok, before he started to worry about a couple of nightmares he was having. Except that every time he closed her eyes all he saw was her face, her deadened eyes. She had been willing to give up everything, if he would let them go, 'kill me; you will need the Americans for leverage.'
It's scary. To think that in less than a second, your whole world can be ripped out from underneath you. When over the past couple of months you have lived and breathed your work, just so you can have vengeance, every second of every day was dedicated to finding him, finding proof, because actually stopping and thinking about the reason you're looking for vengeance hurts too much. Then... then finding out that the reason... the person behind that was still alive... but suddenly having another threat to her life...
He hated that he hadn't been able to protect her in the first place, but he had a second chance. To try and help her heal... to repair some of the damage he had done. That Saleem had done. What was missing in his dreams was the fact that she survived, that she was still here. It felt like he forgot sometimes, forgot that actually, they were both were still here.
Still hurting, and still alive.
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