NCIS: Randoms

Summary: A range of drabbles that I have written from prompts. It's tons of fun and if you guys want to check out the Random Pairing Generator, look on my FFN profile, I have a link there XD

Ratings will be all over the place, just like pairings and genres. :)

Pairing: Cynthia / Ziva

Prompt: In the shadows

Rating: K

In the Shadows

Ziva walked into the ladies bathroom, tears in her eyes. She wasn't one for feelings but she wasn't sure her heart could take much more. Her best friend had just been killed and the new Director had just terminated her position at NCIS. She was going home... well, to Israel, she wasn't sure she could call Israel home anymore.

She braced herself over the sink, watching, daring her reflection to cry. She chest heaved before she tensed. She wasn't alone. She turned to see that one stall was closed. She listened hard to hear small sniffles. Maybe it was Abby? Ziva hadn't been aware that the two were as close as she had been to Jenny, but still this was Abby...

Ziva moved quietly to the stall and knocked gently on the door. '' Hello?''

Ziva moved back as she heard a rustle and the door unlock. It swung open to slowly reveal Jenny's PA, Cynthia.

Cynthia stepped out and wiped her eyes. As bad as Ziva was feeling, Cynthia looked worse. Suddenly, Ziva was overcome with guilt. As bad as she and the team felt, Cynthia had probably been the closest to Jenny. While the team had been comforting each other, they had forgotten someone who mattered just as much and was just as affected.

'' I can't believe she's dead.'' said Cynthia, a new set of tears threatening to fall. Ziva wished her emotions away, she'd have time to mourn on the flight from DC to Israel, right now, she was needed to be the rock that everyone painted her to be.

Ziva held out her arms and Cynthia crashed onto Ziva, crying harder than what she had been before. Ziva stroked Cynthia's hair in a soothing manner.

'' She went the way she wanted to go. Maybe wherever she is, there is no pain or suffering, and all the tequila she can drink.''

A teary laugh erupted from Cynthia and she briefly squeezed Ziva before letting go. '' Thank you.''

'' I would say anytime, but I have a plane to catch.'' said Ziva, sadness lacing her voice.

'' He's shipping you out too?''

Ziva's eyebrows raised. '' He is getting rid of you?'' She had thought that Cynthia of all people would be safe from Vance's purges.

'' Yes, I'm leaving NCIS to be a receptionist at the DOD.'' said Cynthia, cleaning herself up.

For a moment, the women stood in silence. Ziva rest a comforting hand on Cynthia's shoulder.

'' Good luck.''