Character: Ziva
Setting: in season 7
Genre: Comfort
It was almost midnight and raining heavily outside. Ziva lay in her bed and listened. She loved the rain, it was her favorite lullaby. It meant safety. All the little water-drops hitting the ground, streaming down the roof. The sound was so sweet.
Of course it had not always been like that. Back in the days when she was on a Mossad mission, rain meant danger. The sound of the falling water literally drowned all other noises. In those nights she had not been able to fall asleep. Even with the gun under her pillow. Sometimes she was afraid that it would rain, while she was out to do her work. Puddles she left when she tried to take out a target would tell her enemies she was there. Wet footprints made it easy for them to follow her.
But all that changed after Somalia. She had woken up so often, screaming out in fear and hurt because of a nightmare. After some time she found out that she didn't have nightmares when it was raining. There had been no rain in Somalia. She never heard the sound of falling water in that hellhole. No. The rain told her, she was not any longer the 'guest' of Saleem. She was safe now. She was home.
Well, her nightmares had stopped eventually even without the rain. All she needed were Tony's strong arms around her. He was there now, holding her in his sleep. But still… she enjoyed the orchestra of the rain whispering and singing a song of safety and love.
I tried to write a new chapter for Tony but I failed. I'm sorry. Hopefully you liked this one and can wait a little longer for Tony. Thanks for reading.