Yikes! My first fic unless you count a rather weird poem last week… anyway, please tell me what ya think!
Disclaimer: I sadly own neither NCIS or The Band Perry
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Ziva sang along to her iPod in the locker room, exhausted from her workout in the gym. When she'd first heard this song a couple of weeks ago she'd immediately thought of her mother and sister. It was Tali's type of song.
Lord make me a rainbow I'll shine down on
my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she
stands under my colors
Oh and life ain't always what you think it
ought to be
No, ain't even gray but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time
She continued singing as she searched for her shower stuff in her locker- she was sure she'd put them in there somewhere.
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time
The song was kinda depressing, but then, Tali had always liked songs about death. Ziva forever teased her about the clash of her personality with her taste in music. Her sister and Abby were a lot alike. When Ziva had first come to NCIS, seeing Abby had been a painful reminder of what she'd lost.
And I'll be wearing white when
I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little
cold finger
She remembered picking out the dress to bury Tali in. Her father had hesitantly asked her to just days before the funeral. One of the only times he'd ever hesitated, Ziva thought ruefully.
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was
holdin' my hand
There's a boy here in town who says
he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could
be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time
She'd met Tali's boyfriend for the first time at the funeral. Tali had come home one day moths before, giddy with happiness. For the first time in weeks, Ziva had sat down and had a 'girly' talk with her sister.
So put on your best boys
and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts
Oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words
I've been singing
Funny when you're dead how people start
a-listenin'
Ziva slid to the floor with a picture of Tali in her hand, no longer singing. It still amazed her how much Tali's death hurt her. And the guilt never went away.
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Tears began to run down her cheeks as memories flashed before her. Tali being born, her birthdays, the giggles that would run late into the night.
Uh oh
The ballad of the dove
Uh oh
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really
gonna need 'em
She choked back tears, desperately trying not to completely break down. Images of Tali riding bareback, hair streaming out behind her, flashed through her mind, bringing on a fresh wave of tears.
Oh the sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys
And I'll wear my pearls.
She smiled slightly, remembering when Tali was younger. She stared at the picture, blurry through her tears.
"You used to be so funny" she whispered softly, caressing the photo gently. "When you danced around in the garden because you didn't think anyone was watching, I used to film it from the window. I was going to put all the clips together on a video and give it to you as a wedding present. I still have the clips! Or when you did impressions of the guests you'd met at one of fathers' parties! I used to lie next door, stuffing my fist in my mouth so I didn't laugh out loud. I was so proud of you, especially when I watched you up on stage. I do not think I ever told you that."
She continued talking for a while after that, alternating between crying and laughing. She poured her heart out to a picture, having a long overdue chat with her sister. Not for one minute did she think that she might be being watched.
"Ziver"
The voice came from her left, and she shot to her feet, hand flying to her hip for her gun. Too late, she realised it was in her holster in the stupid locker. In front of her stood Gibbs, who was looking at her with an odd expression on his face.
"Gibbs! How… how long were you standing there?" she stammered, lowering her hand.
"Long enough" he said moving forward. "You have a beautiful singing voice" Ziva looked at her feet, embarrassed.
"That long?" She said, halfway between angry and ashamed.
"There's nothing wrong with talking to her Ziver. Everybody talks to dead loved ones. " At this, Gibbs slips an arm around her, still surprised at the Israeli's display of emotion just minutes before.
"Even you?"
"Especially me." He smiles a rare smile "It's if they answer back when you've got a problem" Ziva smiled at this, hugging Gibbs back gently.
"Now go home Ziver. It's midnight. "
"I'm just going to-"
"Did it sound like a request?"
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