Heyy! This is just a short one-shot that I wrote for school ages ago. We had to write a short story (500 words) titled 'The Mirror'.
As Ziva entered the office that morning, she would never have guessed that her life in America as she knew it would be destroyed that day. That everyone would find out her worst secret.
You see, Ziva was half a demon, her mother was a demon sent to infiltrate Earth. During Ziva's mother's time on Earth, she had an affair with Ziva's father, and conceived Ziva. Ziva looked like a normal human being despite having wings, and luckily she could cast a glamour spell to disguise them.
"Hello Tony, hello McGee." She said as she dumped her bag beside her desk and sat down.
"Hello", her co-workers replied, Tony was reading a sports car magazine and McGee was frantically typing away on his computer.
Suddenly, Gibbs, her boss entered the room and slapped Tony over the head.
"Reading that won't help you finish your paperwork Tony" Gibbs said, "Gear up; we have a dead Petty Officer at Quantico."
Ziva sighed as she grabbed her bag and ran to the elevator; she had hoped that today would be a quiet day. Once everyone was downstairs, Gibbs threw the keys of the NCIS van to Ziva.
"You're driving." He said.
"Boss, do you want us all to get killed? Last time she drove..." started Tony but was cut off by Ziva's glare, "Fine".
It was several hours later and Ziva was interrogating their main suspect. Ziva was disgusted by the crimes he had supposedly committed, not only did he kill a Petty Officer; he murdered the Officer's children too! Ziva was horrified as were her co-workers, behind the tinted glass.
As he was still refusing to confess, Ziva backed him up to the corner and asked dangerously "Why?"
"It wasn't me!" protested the nervous suspect.
"Why?" asked Ziva, raising her voice.
"For the last time lady, I haven't killed anyone!"
"WHY?" yelled Ziva, losing her concentration in her anger and letting her glamour spell slip, showing her terrifying wings.
The suspect screamed, McGee fainted, Tony was terrified, and Hunter was shocked and had anger boiling up inside of him. Ziva stormed out of the room, grabbed her things and ran out of the building attempting to disguise her wings.
As Ziva entered the office the next morning she could hear the whispers from her co-workers. Ziva swore under her breath. She went and sat down at her desk and started speaking rapidly in Hebrew on her phone to her father.
"They know father, what should I do? I don't want to leave NCIS but how can I make them trust me again?"
At the end of her rant Ziva sighed and leaned back in her chair as she listened to her father reassure her that everything would be ok. Suddenly a priest stepped out of nowhere.
"Begone foul creature!" he cried and pulled a mirror from behind his back.
Ziva saw her reflection in the mirror, screamed and crumpled to dust.
"Ziva...?" came her father's voice out of the phone speakers, "Ziva...?!"