Ziva David spent the first night without her in a dark room alone; with a barrage of questions and doubts running through her mind. What if this? What if that? After a while she feared complete insanity. If her thoughts had been physical; they would've beaten her senseless. She was trained her entire life to do what she was told. Never to question. Then Jethro Gibbs became a part of her life. A man who followed his gut and tried to teach her to do the same. And when it came to saving a woman she'd saved once before; she was conflicted and made the choice too late. And so this dark room was her prison; her consequence for failing a mission. She'd sat in this room after Ari and countless other times before that. A place where her thoughts attacked her and allowed her to be served the punishment; that in her own eyes, she rightly deserved. She never slept in this room; but she did cry…and yell…and grieve. This was her dark room. Her escape. Her prison without bars. This…was where Ziva David remembered Jenny…
