Title: Not Dead
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 300
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: 7x02 | Teen
Parings: none.
Summary: There's one thing Ziva wasn't and that was dead. Happy Holidays Hagar_972.
Not Dead
Ziva rushed out of the room. Janice 'man hands' Braco had been talking to Ziva for two hours now. She had pushed all of Ziva's buttons as instructed by Vance. Ziva knew how to fool the psychologist into think she was fine. Perfectly fine. Because even she knew she was not quite fine. Still the psychologist tired her. She pushed her too far. Ziva wondered if she really was damaged goods, like Vance had told her.
She rushed out of the room under the pretence of a bathroom break. She rushed down the pumpkin corridors that were unfamiliar to her. Out of all of NCIS she was used to the bullpen, the lab, the director's office and autopsy. The strange orange hallway was a maze that she was unable to navigate. She felt trapped. She ran down the hallway, desperately seeking an open space.
She reached the elevator of the floor she was on. She looked around the landing. It was then she noticed a wall. On that wall were many photo frames each with engraved plaques underneath. She had heard about the very place. It was where NCIS Agents were commemorated. She spied familiar faces Paula Cassidy, Jim Nelson and Jenny Sheppard. She reached up and ran her finger along Jenny's frame as she found herself missing Jenny.
It was then she noticed it. Her own face staring back at her. She had been honoured as fallen agent. Her name was engraved in fancy letters, her year of birth a dash and then 2009 underneath. Her 'death' had caused grief. She had been mourned.
Ziva bent over. She took her shoe off. She smashed her brand new boot into the photograph. The class smashed around it. The picture was fractured like her.
There was one thing Ziva wasn't. Dead.