Hi y'all!
Okay, so I'm not the biggest fan of crossovers, and this is my first foray into writing them, but this little plotlit wouldn't leave me alone. So here goes.
As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. In fact, they make my day. So please review.
Ziva woke with a start as the lock on her front door snapped open. She was somewhat confused; she wasn't expecting anyone, and her team would have knocked. So she reached for her gun.
As she heard her door open, she crept to her bedroom doorway and hid herself beside it. Then came the sound of footsteps, but these were unlike any other footsteps she had heard. They had a faint snakelike quality to them.
Finally, the intruder came into view. Ziva was surprised; she had never seen anyone like this. He, at least it appeared to be male, was wearing what looked like a long, black dress, his head was bald, his skin was as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes were blood red with slits for pupils, he had no nose, and was armed only with an oddly-shaped white stick.
"Homonum revelio," the man whispered, and Ziva frowned. This was not a language she knew.
Suddenly, he turned to her, as if he knew she was there. But that was impossible; she was certain she had made no sound. Their eyes connected for the briefest of moments, and Ziva felt like he was looking into her soul. She froze.
The man raised his stick. Ziva felt her gun go off without realizing she had even moved, but her bullet vanished at a wave of his stick.
"Now, now, my little Mossad ninja, that's no way to greet me," the man scolded, his voice so snakelike it sent a shiver down Ziva's spine.
She didn't know what else to do but run until she found a place where she would have the advantage, so weaving past this strange man, she ran. He was sending jets if light after her with his... stick? It couldn't be.
But it was. Ziva ducked behind her kitchen counter as another jet of red light exploded her stove. She fired several more shots towards him, but like her first, they all vanished with a flick of the stranger's stick.
Now she was trapped. He rounded the corner of her counter to find her crouched against it, and he laughed. It was a terrible, terrible sound. Then he raised his stick once more and cried, "Avada Kedavra!"
Ziva rolled out of the way if the light, hardly noticing as it left a blackened spot on the floor where she had been only moments before.
"Such spunk," he smirked, shaking his head as he slowly turned around. "It truly is a shame I have to kill you. Though perhaps, if you would join me..."
And there was a bullet in the back of his head.
The body didn't fall like she was expecting it to. Instead, it vanished into a foggy shape that let out an angry roar and launched towards her. As it hit her chest, she gasped. It felt like she had just been plunged into ice water, but at the same time it felt deeply evil.
She sunk into a chair as it flew out the door. After taking a moment to recover and another to ensure that... that thing was gone, she reached fir her cell phone.
"Gibbs?"
"Ziver? It's late."
"I know. I need your help."