A/N- Time to empty the writing spiral. A little drabble thingie for Pyramid that I wrote in Science Class. Eh. Call it my one and only tag to the episode that was like NCIS on speed. Ray proposes. Tony doesn't make THAT big of a deal over Ziva. God. Thoughts?
-Alivia
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You have to wonder if one day your hourglass will just empty out.
As the minutes tick away and she still hasn't been found and EJ won't stop saying 'it's my fault'. You haven't to take into account it wasn't her fault.
Even blame is such a powerful monster to tangle with.
Once upon a time, you think maybe the panic wouldn't have been this overwhelming. 'She's gone.' Big whoop. Find another person to fill another desk.
Lying to yourself is the gentlest remedy.
'Once upon a time' is meant for fairytales. This is a morbid, twisted nightmare.
You have to wonder if your little Israeli Ninja is a cat, somehow. An Israeli Ninja Cat. But even felines run out of lives eventually, don't they? You really hate that.
When will Ziva run out of time? Of lives?
The hourglass is emptying. The grains of sand are dissappearing. Gravity is fickle.
Finding her, on the floor of that barn, gagged. Like an animal. Tied down. Your hands shake with unkempt rage. Ignoring common instinct has never felt so difficult, because now, you realize how fucked up it is for this to be 'common'.
The epiphany dropped.
You soothe her, like an good partner would. Her eyes are cold and hard and won't meet your own.
EJ gets a funny look on her face (which you really don't care about, really).
There's a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach because you know, if Ziva is a cat, she's just lost a life.
A life she can't really afford to loose. Or maybe it's you who can't afford it, but that's all really semantics.
Semantics and a deteriorating heart screaming at you to do something.