Another drabble of exactly 100 words. Ziva is a challenge to write, so I figure these drabbles are good baby steps to get me started on bigger things. Reviews are awesome motivators, too! Much love to everyone who already has!
Ziva David is no stranger to Death. She keeps a mental body count: friends and family, beautiful souls, promising lives wasted. On more than one occasion, Death's icy fingers have grasped and clawed; on more than one occasion, she has wanted to stop fighting. Ziva knows that neither of her professions, assassin or agent, correspond with the probability of a long life. Sometimes she is awed by the fact that she has stayed alive for so long. But when Abby's soft lips meet her own, Ziva stops focusing on death and the past and chooses, instead, to focus on forever.