Just a way to get my frustration out for "Pyramid." It'll probably be a two- shot, unless you feel it should stand alone. For the record, Ziva will be slightly OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. The show belongs to Donald. P. Bellisario. If I did own NCIS, I would be rich, which I am not. Also, Ray would be out of the picture, or rather, never in it.
Ziva stared at the empty box resting in her hands. For hours now she had been silently sitting on her couch deciphering what promise Ray could have given her. Her mind came up with no anwers. Frustrated and tired, she threw the red ring box away from her. The box sat in its new resting place silently taunting her. She left her livingroom and went to make a cup of tea. As she watched the water boil, her mind went to her meeting with Kate Todd's sister. Ziva had told her she wanted something permanent. Ray was not, she knew this. The kiss she gave before he left was an indicator of their faded attraction, or at least hers. She also knew that none of the men in her life had ever been permanent.
Eli had been distant since she was a child. Ari, she had killed, but he had been gone for a while before that. Hamas had taken him away. The men she had been partnered with in Mossad were not even close to making the list she put in her head. They all left. Michael, Tony killed, but he was going to turn her in from the beginning of their relationship. Then, Gibbs had left. Her father- like figure decided to leave. He came back, and she loved him, but the death of Franks had reinstated that Gibbs would not be around forever.
Now, Ray was leaving without an explanation. He was on business. Ziva scoffed. She knew he would not stay. Their first break- up should have taught her that, but she decided to become his girlfriend again. The empty ring box he gave her was the last piece of hay, or was it straw? Either way, she knew Ray was now just as permanent as all the rest of the men in her life. She put the boiling water in her tea cup, stirring the tea soon after. As she made her way to her couch once more, she saw the now properly dubbed 'empty- promise' box lying on the floor. Carefully, she put her cup down on the coffee table. Ziva, then went over to the dreaded box, picked it up, and threw it out her window. She went back to her seat and took a sip of her tea. She smiled as she realized, there was one man who was permanent.
Tony had always been there for her. He never seemed to leave, even when she wanted him to. He had always rescued her from whatever battle plagued her. Somalia, Jenny's death, they were both reminders. The full cup of tea she held in her hand seemed to encompass the fact. She, after a long, stressful day, would always drink it. Tea was a constant, as was Tony.
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