Oh, you see that skin
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day
She saw him walking away
Now she's left, cleaning up the mess he made…
Gibbs stared blankly ahead on the drive back to NCIS headquarters. Still mildly shocked by Agent David's action, he was simultaneously pitying her heart and admiring her decision. Even when faced with proof of a loved one's guilt, most people would find it difficult to accept it as fact, let alone protect a stranger by killing their own family. But most people have never been in Ziva's situation.
Listening from the doorway to Gibbs' basement, she'd heard everything her half brother had admitted to- the cold sniping of Agent Todd, the attack on Abby, and the feelings of resentment he harbored toward Gibbs, whom he hated for the sheer, simple reason that the silver haired agent reminded Ari of his own father. A father he blamed for the death of his mother.
And after the confession, when Ari had raised Gibbs' own 9 millimeter to kill him, Ziva had fired the one necessary round straight into her brother's forehead, effectively cleaning up the mess her father had created so many years before. The mess that she had loved despite the fact that he was what her father had left her for years on end to train. And in the end, it was the training Ari had resented that had eventually driven him to corruption.
Ziva had been raised by her mother to hate the sin and not the sinner, so as she had sat on the cool, concrete floor by her brother's body, she wept silently to Adonai- prayers of forgiveness for her brother, and herself…
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers
Who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too…