A Different Conversation

WARNING: Spoilers for Aliyah.

Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS if I did Aliyah would have ended differently, way differently-so obviously I don't own it or.... well anything really...

A/N: Ok, so this whole fic is inspired by the conversation Ziva had with Tony while outside Mossad HQ and especially the lines:

"If I hadn't (killed him) you'd behaving this conversation with him, but maybe that's the way you'd prefer it."

"Perhaps I would."

What if Rivkin had killed Tony, what would the conversation with Ziva have been like...

"I had no choice."

"That is a lie!" Ziva replied.

"Why would I lie to you Ziva?"

"To save your worthless ass!"

"From who, from you, from NCIS?"

"You killed him."

"If I hadn't then you'd be having this conversation with him, or maybe that's the way you'd prefer it."

"No, I wouldn't be having this conversation, because Tony would have had a reason to kill you."

"He attacked me." Rivkin said lying.

"You knew your way around the apartment, you forced him back next to the glass table and then you pushed him into it. There he was dying, gasping for air and did you leave it there, no, you let him up and then you shot him!"

"I see you read my account."

"I memorised it!" Ziva shouted, tears threatening to fall. "Even if Tony was the one who started the fight you could have just shot him in the leg, or the arm... but you shot him in the chest!"

"You weren't there."

"You're Mossad. You could have just knocked him out but you couldn't could you... Not when you were so damn drunk!"

"Ziva, what do you..."

"I saw your results; your blood alcohol level was 0.16."

"Ok, so maybe I had a few drinks." Rivkin said calmly.

"A few... I'm surprised you weren't passed out!"

"If I were then I would be dead." Rivkin all but whispered.

"You don't even know him. He wouldn't have attacked unless you forced him to!"

"You weren't there Ziva."

"But I should have been."

"You loved him..." Rivkin said in an uncertain tone.

"I guess I'll never know." Ziva replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Oh Ziva, your father called to ask how you were."

"I was better before you showed up."

"I had no choice Ziva."

"Liar." She said before walking away.

A/N: Ok so a lot of people have probably already made a fanfic like this but anyway please review and tell me what you think/thought...