Hey guys this is my very first fanfiction and thankyou very much for clicking on it.
Its set after Kates death and even though i never liked Kate much i thought this would make a good story
Please review. Thanks
Sunlight
She had died that day on that lonesome roof that lonesome roof that was now untouched by everyone except a few single mourners who came by with sadness in their hearts ad guilt in their minds. The rooftop was a sanctum for them, a place of solitude.
The red blood stain was there permanently, although it had all but faded away, the rain had tortured it and the snow had tried to hide it, in vain. That stain all that's left of one person. But still the memory is etched into the mind of those who were there and those who see it every day builders, repairmen or just people who come up to say goodbye to themselves and sit in peace. Not knowing that the memory of a life is with them, they don't know that when there is a warm wind the forgotten soul is smiling, or when there is rain that she is crying from the heavens above.
The team come by and talk to her; they are now healed though after many years of drinking and blaming themselves for the accident. Ziva met her one day when Tony was sick. She seeked the comfort of her. She needed a warm voice to tell her that everything would be okay. And that Tony would get past it all. She made her way up to the rooftop and sat with her legs crossed next to the red. Her fingers traced the light concrete, she looked over to a tin door that had five or six bullet holes around it. She never knew Kate but she felt she had a connection with her.
'Hello Kate' she murmured.
The warm wind tossed her hair into disarray. They talked for a while but not about much, Ziva asked Kate to keep Tony safe and watch over him. She told Kate of the horrible sickness that Tony had acquired. A single drop of water fell onto the red stain. Just that one drop not others, Ziva looked up at the sky but it was clear not a cloud in sight. The drop had not come from Ziva but it had arrived and no amount of science could prove how.
Ziva slowly stood up and whispered in Hebrew to the now forgotten red mark.
'Toda'
As she walked away she felt a small smile cross her face. If she had turned around then she would have seen the faint outline of the forgotten tossing in the wind, her hand up in almost a wave, before the sunlight stole the angel away.
And so then Kate could finally move on after everyone had said goodbye. That day was now forgotten, that day when she had did on that lonesome roof, the roof that was now forgotten.
So what did you think, good enough for a review?