A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal

by Vicki Turner

Ziva David is no stranger to death. This is a series of drabbles exploring Ziva's history with different faces of death from sickness, to bombs, from guns, to knives. Each drabble can stand alone, but together they map Ziva's unique perspective on death.

11. Fingers

XI. Etz'ba (fingers)

Across the near-empty bullpen (case firmly closed, but extra paperwork for her), nervous shuffling of papers and illogical clicking of the keyboard drew Ziva's attention to the uncomfortable, not-but-in-some-ways-still probationary agent. His unspoken question hung in the air, glittering in the skylight. She passed Gibb's vacant desk and sat down on the edge of his.

"Training helps, but perception is key."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement. Instinctively, she squished the bug encroaching upon the two friends between her index finger and thumb.

"You don't obsess over killing an insect, McGee...but I do appreciate your concern."