Summary: Ziva hasn't been quite right for a fortnight now. Horrible summary. D= Warning: Character death.
Part one. There will be two more chapters to follow.
I warn you again, this fanfic involves the death of a character.
If that will upset you in any way, don't read further.
Present day
Ziva David was sitting on the couch in her apartment. She had ordered pizza, but only ate one slice and the rest was still sitting in its box on the table. The apartment was dark. No lights were on and the television was shut off. There was a loud roll of thunder that shook her walls, but Ziva just sat there, unblinking and staring out the window.
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Two weeks earlier
"Can we call it a day, Boss?" Tony asked as they walked back into the squadroom at NCIS
They had just raided a house and apprehended the suspect in their investigation into the death of a petty officer with an unfortunate drug habit. What seemed like a regular investigation escalated into busting a major drug cartel. As a result, none of the team had gotten much sleep over the last few days. They were all looking forward to taking the rest of the day off and relaxing until they had to return the next morning.
Gibbs pondered Tony's question for a moment before answering,
"Get out of here." He said to his three agents.
Tony, Ziva and McGee all smiled as they quickly grabbed their things from their desks and walked to the elevator together.
"Whaddya reckon?" Tony said as the metal doors began to close, "You guys want to go for a drink?"
"You two go ahead." McGee said hitting the button to take him down to Abby's lab, "I'm gonna see if Abby's doing anything."
"How about you, Zee-vah?" he turned to his female partner
"I will come with you Tony, but I am not going to be staying out for the entire night." Ziva pushed the button for the ground floor of NCIS.
"Good enough for me." Tony said with a smile.
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Ziva looked up at the clock on the wall as Tony drained the last drops of his martini from the glass. The time was 8:30PM, it was not late by any means, but she and Tony had been at the bar together for the last five hours.
"I think I am going to go home, Tony." Ziva said, standing up from the bar, "I will see you tomorrow."
"Hold up, Zi." Tony also stood up, "I probably should head off too. After all, it's a school night." he smiled.
The two partners walked through the near-empty bar and out onto the street. Tony was unsteady on his feet and leant on his car for support when they reached it.
"Tony, I do not think you should drive. You are drunk."
"Don't be redunculous Ziva. I'm fine." Tony said
He spun his car keys around on his finger, but they came off the end and went flying onto the middle of the sidewalk. Ziva walked over and picked them up for him.
"On second thoughts," Tony said, "Could you give me a ride home, Ziva?"
Ziva looked at Tony and smiled; they both walked to her car which was parked further down the street.
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Ziva had blocked Tony's ramblings about a movie he watched recently and was focussing on the road ahead of her. She was stopped at the traffic lights when she heard her car door open. As she turned around, she felt herself get pulled out of the car. Tony saw what was happening and immediately sobered up. He jumped out of the car, pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it towards the man. Ziva was attempting to fight him off, he pulled out a knife but Ziva kicked it out of his hand. As he went to retrieve it, Tony took aim. The alcohol hadn't completely worn off; Tony's arms weren't steady and he struggled to keep on target. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. He only opened them when he heard Ziva gasp. His bullet had missed completely and hit her in the arm. Tony ran over to her and applied pressure to her wound. Ziva looked up at his face, and he looked over to hers. He apologised with his eyes and was about to speak when his face lost all expression. He fell sideways and Ziva could see a knife sticking out of his back. She leapt up off the ground and ran towards the attacker. As she was reaching for her gun, she felt a hand push her in the chest. She was winded, fell to the ground and hit her head on the gravel. The man jumped into Ziva's car and drove away, crushing Tony as he went.
How was that?
Sorry everyone, especially Zakia.
But you were warned.
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