Small little piece based off of Ziva's assassin past. Thought it would be fun to portray the fact she has always been human.
The sun was setting rapidly in the sky as she walked to the large doors of the warehouse her long skirt kicks up the dust in clouds around her. The air was beginning to cool and the thin silk of her dress was doing nothing to keep her warm. When she reaches the doors she grips the cold handles and pushes the heavy doors open.
The room was dark lit only by the gap in the doors and the harsh chill inside stung at the bare skin of her arms and her stomach flips with nerves. She walks into the warehouse cautiously, her heels clattering against the hard stone floor. She calls out his name into the darkness, confused and hears the rumble of his voice echo through the air from somewhere behind her.
"I was afraid you wouldn't show"
"I would never turn down a reason to see you, baby" Her voice dripped in syrupy sweetness and she had to hold back the urge to vomit at her having to use the nickname baby.
"I'm glad you're here, I wanted to say I am sorry for having to work late yesterday."
Once he finished his sentence the lights sparked on, and the warehouse glows in a soft orange light. Red velvet curtains lined the cold brick walls and a small table set for 2 sat in the middle. He walks over to light up the candles on the table; she stood staring at his back conflicted inside.
She walks over to him, in order to be able to face him. He looks over her face, her eyes lust darkened and her lips plump and dark in colour. She stalks towards his body slowly, inching closer to the object of her desires. His eyes move to roam greedily over her body and drinking in the sight of her womanly figure. He reaches out to her waist and he pulls her roughly to his body but she steps out of reach of his grasp a taunting grin gracing her face and she shakes her head.
She wasn't going to allow him to be in control, it wasn't in her nature to be submissive. Once she felt that she had made him wait long enough she moves close to him watching as he squirms in anticipation, when she reaches his hard body her fingers dance over his shirted torso teasing before she finally presses her lips against his.
He moans into the kiss, his arms wrapping around her back, holding her close to him. She licks along his bottom lip asking for access and he grants it without complaint. His tongue wars with hers in an attempt of domination but her love of remaining in control prevents him from having the upper hand.
One of her hands slide down to the slit in her dress, her fingers graze over her thigh holster holding her gun and a knife deciding on which to take out. Her fingers grip the cold hard handle of her knife and she draws it out slowly to rest at her hip. She draws her arm back, her grip tightening, before plunging her wrist forward, the sharp blade piercing his gut.
She pulls back from the kiss, looking deep into his eyes and twists her hand round, the blood pours out from the wound, over her fingers and down her dress before he clatters to the ground gurgling into a lifeless heap. She turns away from the sight, her skirt whipping at his body and she struts off towards the doors her dark curls bouncing down her back.
As she pushed the heavy door open and she walked out into the dark night, tears trickled down her face and guilt consumes her being. It's stupid to feel guilty about following orders but somehow she just can't get over the sight of a life she has ended in front of her. She hurries across to where her car was parked and quickly climbs in, wanting to get away as soon as possible.