Thanks to my great readers and reviewers, your support has driven me to write another short chapter.
Thanks to Louise especially, my inbox went into melt down!!!
Megs is a big help, so tell me what does Ziva's father need to do? ;)
Ziva sat in the window seat of a small café. She let the tears run silently down her checks. She had no where to run; in these cases her brother was the one she would always turn to. Now he was dead, killed by her own hand, the one that shielded her from her father was lying in a coffin. She had killed her savoir, the man that had helped her.
Gibbs floated into her mind; she had killed Ari for him. She didn't even know him, why? Why? Why? That was the question she kept asking herself. He had saved her, from her Father and Israel. Maybe he was her new rock. She needed Gibbs; he was the only one besides Jenny that understood her fully. She didn't want to think it, was she in love?
She had always avoided love; he ended in pain heart break. Love was the poem of un-kept promises. She had been in love before, we all have. Yet it ended in pain of the heart. She told her self years ago she would never love again. Now she was falling in love, but did Gibbs have feelings for her?
She looked down at the picture she had in her hand, it was her favourite picture of them on a beach in the evening. The sun was setting behind them and Sadie and She were sitting on a rock looking at the waves. It was a gorgeous picture it was taken the summer before they entered the Army. It was the last picture they both had no worries.
She finished her coffee, her mind thought of the note. What did it mean? What was she sorry about, what was so important about that date? It must be the key to the case. She must tell Gibbs the truth, she stood up picked up her coat and turned to face her past…
Might not update for a bit going on holiday to Rome so might not have time between now and then. Please give me ideas and wants you want for this story.
Ciao !!!
