A/N: My muse wouldn't shut up. Anyway this is just the prologue, I swear there's a plot.
Disclaimer: If I owned NCIS I wouldn't have to wake up at 5am everyday to do homework, study and eat instant noodles for lunch
She knows she's bitten off more than can chew on this one. She's known it the moment she got sucked into the old familiar web of lies and secrecy that was Mossad. She knew that America had softened her, dulled her insticts ever so slightly, lowered her walls not entirely for the better. But for all her knowledge she hadn't been smart enough to get out of this one.
In her last moments she thinks of her family. She thinks of her brothers. Ari, her protector as she grew up, who had taught her small innocent acts of climbng trees and the not so innocent ones of getting past polygraphs without batting an eyelash. McGee, sweet McGee who had evolved from nerdy techie to accomplished field agent, who had become another brother to her after the monster Ari had become. She thinks of her sisters, Abby and Tali. Both bubbly, spirited and almost untouched by the evils of the world (she ignores the fact that Tali's dead). She thinks of her father. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a complicated yet simple man. She would miss the way his piercing eyes always checked her over to make sure his daughter was alright and the way he would call her "Ziver". She thinks of Tony. For all of his jokes and movie references, beneath that façade lay a vulnerable, genuinely caring and mature man. Their relationship was one that was almost undefinable, blurring the lines between coworkers, friends and lovers. She loves him for it. She loves him.
And as the blood drips down down down into the growing puddle beneath her she closes her eyes in a final sad lullaby that pushes her into darkness.
Ziva David goes out in the same way she lived her life; intertwined with mystery and secrets, with a hint of movie-like glamour and that everlasting tradegy that she had never been able to shake off in both life and death.
Some people just weren't meant for happy endings and Ziva David had never depended on happy endings.
Please R&R and feed my musing soul :)