A/N: Just a goofy thing that popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone until I shared.

Don't Ask Me To Do This

"Jethro, please do not ask me to do this."

"Who else am I gonna ask? You're my wife Ziva. I need you to do this."

"I do not want to. I cannot be part of this. Please, Jethro."

"We've talked about this. I trust you. I can't depend on someone else for this. I need you to do this for me."

"Why does it have to be today?"

"It's gone on too long already. I can't put up with it anymore."

"Why can we not wait a few more days?"

"Because the kids are with Jack and I don't want them here when it's done."

"Exactly. What about the kids? They love…."

"They're little boys. They'll get over it and be fine."

"I do not think so."

"Ziva you'll have a new…"

"Stop it. I do not think I can do this."

"Of course you can. If I didn't think you could handle it I wouldn't ask you. I know it's gonna be hard but….."

"Then please, Jethro I do not want this responsibility."

"Dammit Ziver. I can't even get out of bed. I need you to do this for me. It's time."

Ziva glared at her husband. He wasn't going to change his mind. He was determined.

"Fine, but I want you to know I hate this and I will not forgive you."

"Fine. Hey, look at me. I love you Ziver."

"I know. And I love you. Bye."

Ziva put a glass of water and his meds on the bedside table, picked up her Sig and keys and without another word, reluctantly turned to leave the room.

After a few moments Jethro heard the front door slam.

Finally.

Jethro sighed and took a pain pill before reaching for the phone.

"She's on her way, Tony."

"Got it Boss. How's the leg?"

"Better."

Jethro laid back and tried to relax.

Ziva was grudgingly on her way to trade in his beloved but barely functioning old truck on a brand new, not-what-they-wanted-but badly-needed mini van.

He couldn't believe she was actually going to do it. It had taken him days to convince her. She knew how much of his past was tied up in that damned old truck and that's why she didn't want to do what he needed her to do. He figured she understood he was using his broken leg as an excuse so he didn't have to be the one who handed his truck over. And that made him love even more.

He just hoped she didn't come home with a red one.