Thank you to everyone who has reviewed!
And now...the chapter you've all been waiting for...I present to you chapter four....Tony's letter! Haha.
Glow of Hope – Chapter Four
At first, Ziva just sat outside. She watched the dust churn up around her, and thought about what she should do.
After a while, she tried to get back in the building where she had been kept. It took a long time, since she did not have anything to try to pick the lock with. Eventually it was opened, and a blast of cool air came out at her.
Ziva hunted around, marvelling at how many rooms there were. She found a few water bottles, some granola bars and her backpack, that still had some of her things in it, like a canteen. At a sink she filled up all the water bottles, and washed out her cuts and bruises.
When she was done, Ziva went back outside. She decided she'd follow the tire tracks for a while, hoping that would lead her to come kind of civilization.
Ziva walked all day and all night, then spent the next day sleeping in the small shade of a rock.
To pass the time, she began her letter to Tony.
Dear Tony,
I feel disgusted with you. You killed my friend. Someone I had known for four times as long as I have known you.
How could you do that, Tony? I hope Gibbs has head slapped you. A lot.
Ziva surprised herself again with this anger. Her palms were hurting, and she looked down and found that she had dug her nails into them and they were now bleeding.
Maybe he had planned to hurt me. But I can take care of myself, DiNozzo. I am a Mossad-trained assassin. And you are...a phsical education major, yes?
What were you even doing in my apartment? I know you have been there before, but to break in? And shoot someone?
I was afraid of you. Tony. Were you acting out of hatred for Micheal? Out of love for me? Why?
I am coming home. I am trying to, at least. I got out of the terrorist cell, but the men keeping me there have abandoned me. So I am walking.
And I cannot help but to blame some of this on you, Tony. If you had not killed Micheal, we would not have had to go to Israel. If we had not gone to Israel, I would not have felt the urge to stay there.
If we had stayed in D.C., what would have happened between us? I have felt a connection to you—I know that you have, too. Were we ever going to act on it?
I liked you, Tony. And I think that Gibbs, McGee, Abby and Ducky knew it too. Perhaps not Palmer.
But now, I do not know. Maybe once I get home, we can figure it out. We can go to Ducky for help.
Once you receive this, I hope it is still some time before I arrive. So you can figure out what we should do.
Ziva
Ziva couldn't figure out how to sign the letter. She definitely wasn't going to write "love."
...
Ziva walked for five nights and almost went through all of her water and food before seeing something in the distance. A few tall buildings, she thought. She gave herself a once-over, pleased to see that most of the more noticeable bruises had faded. Less questions would be asked.
Instead of walking only during the cooler nights like she had been doing, Ziva walked on during the day as well. It only took one more day and night before she reached the city.
She walked along the main road, looking for a market or some other public place. When she reached a market, she found a woman with two children who looked friendly enough.
"Please," she asked. "Can you help me?"
Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger! Don't hurt me =)
Review, please?