A/N: Ok, this is my first NCIS fic, so take it easy. This is just something that popped into my head during the season 7 premiere. I may add to it later, but I wanted to get it out there before next week's episode. I haven't written anything in quite awhile, so any reviews would make me eternally grateful. I'll even beg, if you'd like. It's quite a show, really. But since this A/N is becoming longer than the "story", I'll shut up now.
"Ziva, can you fight?"
Fight? She was tired of fighting. So tired. She had fought for so long already. Why couldn't he just let her die here? She was ready to die. She had made peace with death long ago.
Why did he have to come? She had waited for someone to find her; to save her. She had hoped and prayed, but slowly, that hope had diminished. And she had quit praying; God couldn't help her now.
Could she fight? Of course she could fight. The question was: did she want to?