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Ziva received the emergency call just as she was leaving her apartment. Leave it to Tony to forget his digital camera in his desk on Christmas Eve. He was on the other side of town, so could she please stop by the office to pick it up on her way to dinner at Gibb's house? (sigh) She was mumbling to herself darkly in Hebrew as she entered the NCIS headquarters, so the few people on duty stayed safely out of her way. As she exited the elevator, headed for DiNozzo's desk, she couldn't help but notice the stunning bouquet of flowers on her desk. They hadn't been there when she had left earlier today and it was odd for a delivery to show up after hours like this...especially on Christmas Eve. The camera forgotten for the moment, she drifted over to her desk and spied the card nestled among the stems. Reaching in to pull the card out she became aware of the fragrance and leaned in closer to appreciate it. Then she opened the card and started to read:
For years you have held half of my heart, as a partner and a friend. When you pushed me away and stayed in Israel after I tried
to protect you, it hurt. I thought things would get better with time – that you would come around. The day Gibbs told us the ship
you were on went down with no survivors, I realized just how much of my heart you truly owned. Life lost meaning. When I came
up with the plan to track down and stop Saleem, I no longer cared if I died in the process...as long as taking him out meant some-
one else didn't lose someone they cared about. Seeing you alive jump-started the part of my heart that had died as surely as
lightning animated Frankenstein's monster (Okay, that's one I haven't shown you yet...we'll get there). Under truth serum, I con-
fessed that I couldn't live without you and I would've said more if you had asked. Our friendship has grown stronger since that
time, but I still had not found the courage to tell you how I truly feel. Recently, after the time we spent in that elevator, I told you
I feel like I left half my brain back there. Only for the last few days have I realized, what I left was half of my heart. The half you
did not already own.
About halfway through, Ziva was already having trouble reading as she fought the tears that were threatening to fall. Now, with the last sentences, she lost the battle. But they were tears shared with a smile full of warmth and joy as she reached the last sentence.
So, now I only have one more thing to say and one question for you...
"Ziva David."
Ziva let out a small gasp. In the old days, he would never have been able to sneak up on her so easily. She turned to stare into the muzzle of a silencer, held by Mossad Officer Amit Hadar.
PHFFT! (Picture goes gray)
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