You can see the shame in her eyes, the haunted look that takes over.
You know what he did to her.
"It's just what they do, in wars like this," she assures you. But you know the truth.
You see the way her gaze shifts to the left, her shoulder droppingt. You see her touch her necklace. You see the pain in her face.
You know the truth.
You reach out, your fingertips brushing against the top of her arm. A small movement, yet she flinches.
That confirms it.
What he did to her...
You're grateful he's dead.
You weren't this grateful when Michael died.
But Saleem
had
to
die.
No choices.
Ziva is broken. You see it in her face, her eyes...
They say eyes are the gateway to the soul.
They say... who says?
But you wonder... if it's true, does she have a soul left?
Or did it die in Somalia?
Others don't see it. She's a good actress. They think she's okay. You know Gibbs wonders, but he doesn't say it. He doesn't notice the scars.
Small, barely visible marks on her arms, nothing more that scratches. But it's not a mistake.
You know the truth.
Can you help her?
Or are you the problem?
Can you fix her?
Can anyone fix her?
... Does she want to be fixed?
Who knows.
... You hold her gaze, force her to look at you.
You want to kiss her. You want to kiss her. You really want to kiss her.
But you won't. You'll do what's best. You always do.
She reaches out.
You arms lock around her, holding her close. Protecting her from the world.
For a woman that's seen every horror imaginable, she is still so breakable.
Breakable, broken.
You want to save her. From what?
From who?
Terrorists?
The world?
Her father?
... Herself?
She needs saving. From everyone.
From anyone.
Anything.
And you know you'll be there. You'll be there to protect her.
You always have.
It stays unsaid, but always heard.
I WILL SAVE YOU.
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