Desolate
Summary: Ziva's thoughts. Drabble. Spoilers for season 6 finale.
A/N: First NCIS fic. Hope I did okay =)
By the way, WOWOMGOMG to the finale.
As she sat in the hard chair, drifting in and out of consciousness, her thoughts drifted to her old partner. Oh Tony. If only things had turned out differently.
She could feel the throbbing and the swelling in her face. She groaned softly, careful not to let her captors hear her.
She wished that when she opened her eyes, she was back at NCIS, listening to Tony make fun of McGee. Or watching Gibbs slap the back of Tony's head for the tenth time during the day.
But instead, her eyes opened to the dark prison she was actually in.
If I had went back to D.C., none of this would be happening.
"Tony," she murmured, closing her eyes and picturing his face.
She was determined to make it back to him. To all of them. Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky. Even Palmer and Director Vance.
So when she heard the door open, Ziva steeled herself for what was to come next. She will get out of here. She will get back to D.C.
Oh Tony.