Thank you for the alerts anf favs for this story. I feel I am letting you down with this chapter because of the lack of explanation.
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There is no reason anyone would expect. Like wanting to save all the innocent people, wanting to protect her team. There are many reasons, really, all of them having to do with her childhood, what she saw year by year in her own country. The most important one is not because of her or the team or anyone here. It's because of a little girl she lost so many years ago.
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The second they know there is a bomb, she runs forward. In an instinct, she dodges Tony's attempt to grab her, ignores Gibbs's yell to obey his order. Heeds Aviva's call. Because she has to. The bomb squad would take too long to get here, she can try and disarm the thing before they even reach the high way.
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Sweat is trickling down her face and into her eyes as she pulls her hair into a ponytail to keep her curls from distracting her. She should have straightened them and put them into a ponytail when she got ready for work today. Her life has always been a big "should've" since her niece's death.
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She couldn't save her, couldn't save all these children back then. So she has to try and save all the souls that do not have enough time to leave the shoppig center on the Naval Air station. She owes her that much. Owes it to her brother, bastard that he turned into.
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Thirty seconds to go. She wipes across her brow and blinks, shaking her head lightly before concentrating again, following the wires with her eyes.
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Red. Or blue. Or maybe black. Soft giggling is carrying to her across the ocean and years. She squeezes her eyes shut, tries to block it out. It will not go away.
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Definitely not red. Scorching sun is beating down on her neck. She wipes away a drop of sweat and takes a deep breath. One down, two to go.
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Always carry a knife. For the past years, her life has been dominated by rules from a man she has come to accept as some sort of surrogate father. But this is one rule he did not have to instill on her, because her real father, her biological one had succeeded in doing it years before she even met Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs or heard his name for the first time.
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Fifteen seconds. She should start saying the Viddui now. But she won't complete it, anyway, so there is no point in it, really.
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Blue. Like the sea at Haifa. She feels the warm water wash over her skin, feels her squirming niece in her arms when she took her into the ocean for the first time.
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Or black. Like Aviva's eyes, soulful black depths with so many mysteries she never got to explore. That she wanted to know by heart before she took her last breath.
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Black.
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Her blade catches the wire. Laughter fills the air around her. She looks up.
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Her eyes meet that of her niece.
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Btw, is it just me, or is the site on the frizz? I get error messages whenever I try to read a story, and have to reload the page at least ten times to get it to work.
