Dead at Last Ch. 2
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A moment passed. I stared at her, my mind a sea of confusion. "Wait, What?" I asked "Did you just say that Ray is…dead? I thought he was still on some special mission." Which was mainly true—I figured he must be on a break. He made Ziva smile with an e-mail.
"So did I, but his bloody corpse lays on the couch in my apartment as we speak," She sighed, allowing herself to shed a few more tears. Damn, I hadn't seen her this torn apart since…well, since Israel. But something about the situation was off.
"But why come to ME, of all people? Why not Gibbs? I thought you were still kind of mad at me."
Ziva took a deep breath, "I couldn't go to Gibbs because, well Gibbs might laugh or even made me leave. He hated Ray more than you did. I came to you because you understand what it is like to lose someone close to you. You also know how to handle me when I'm upset, like when I killed Andrew Hoffman , the serial killer, Michael Locke, the guy I slept with to forget Andrew, and then of course what happened two years ago with Mi—"
"Yes, I remember." I cut her off so she didn't finish saying HIS name. I remembered clearly the night I saved my own life and I killed Michael Rivkin. I remembered when Ziva was undercover and her cover had been blown. She was mad at mostly herself for being stupid and letting herself get too close to Andrew. In result, she ended up drinking too much and giving her feelings up to Michel Locke and slept with him. At least as far as I know, she slept with him.
I knew how to handle her, sure… she needs space. As long as either I or the whole team stays out of her way, she's fine. "I do know how to 'handle you,' " I said slowly, preparing to repeat what my head told me. "You need space. And if you had gone to Gibbs you would have gotten that space. Maybe even a few days off. As for me— as Ray said, I'm like a 'big brother' to you. I care too much to give you the space you need."
Ziva looked at me, "When did he call you a 'big brother?'" Oops—I probably shouldn't have let that slip. She hadn't known Ray and I already had a verbal fight. Around the same time they did.
"Before Mike died. He said it because he said he loved you and as trying to make me mad by saying I was like a brother to you. He thought I had feelings for you, and was trying to break them." I laughed. "He was a bastard, no offence." Nothing the idiot said could tear me away from Ziva. Mossad had already tried and failed.
She glared at me. "You're making fun of him. I really don't need to hear this from you right now." Her voice was cold and hateful and dug into my heart. She started to get up from my couch, but I stood up quicker and easily blocked her path.
"I'm sorry Ziva, I-I'm just still confused on why you would come to the person who made fun of your boyfriend not twelve hours ago. And you didn't even accept my apology until right before you found his body. I would think you would go to anyone but me."
Ziva took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes—sadness seeping from them. "I accepted your apology because…because you were right. Ray was lying to me all along."
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A/N: I love this chapter! The dramatic-ness ensues! In my mind anyway. *insert winky face*