Next chapter coming up, hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them!
Tony stood rooted to the spot is mouth open wide like a porthole on board a ship, he made no sound or gesture but stood in a dazed trance swaying slightly on the spot in an almost pendulum action. He licked his now chapped lips and tried to correlate the movement of his mouth to some sort of vocabulary -but failed.
Gibbs looked at him unsure, since coming out of that room Tony had changed from a pale white with his eyes glassy, as though they were trying to register a memory long over due to a deathly grey, his skin was clammy and resembled a loaf of bread which had been forgotten in the rain as its owner dashed for safety.
Tony then shook his head violently as if being bothered by an insect and cleared his throat purposely.
"Look in there…" he whispered motioning towards the door from which he had come.
"And tell me I am crazy, for it's not possible." Tony said in a throaty low whisper which was nothing like his normal voice. It was gravely and distant, and changed his whole character. Gibbs was alarmed and walked into the room but still looked over his shoulder at Tony who was now sitting down of the mass produced seats of any hospital ward.
He then turned his attention to the dimly light room which Tony wanted his attention. The noise of numerous hospital machines combined together to form a deafening discordant symphony. The small unit in which a patient stored their items was bare apart from a small vase containing a five pet al indigo flower and a series of shrubby yellow flowers gathered together in dense slender stems with many leaves. It seemed a strange choice of flowers for someone's room but then again what wasn't strange about this entire ward? The blankets were fresh and crisp on the bed like newly fallen snow; he could almost feel their starchy, scratching texture.
Then he looked at the occupancy of the bed, her face was pale in the tungsten glow of the light bulbs and her lips were unnaturally red compared to her dark hair. If anything she looked like a human version of snow white. Her curls covered her face so Gibbs felt obliged to take them away. He put her hair on the pillows until it fanned out around her like a halo.
"No, no no no no…" Gibbs began to mutter.
All the pain that the team have buried for two years seem to resurface in the instant Gibbs began to shout. McGee rushed and then stood still as if his feet had been turned to stone. Tony came in hesitantly, not wanting to see what was being laid before his eyes.
"It has to be a sick joke…" McGee began.
"It can't be…" Tony said sounding as if he was informing his own being rather than the rest of the room.
"Ziva?" Gibbs whispered.
And at 3:45am a taboo was shattered into dust in a small hospital waiting room. One of the many taboos in this world which ought not to be in place; which just cause pain and anguish to those it concerns. However this taboo was not the taboo of marriage between rival families or people. Not the uttering of certain phrases or actions of consequence. No, all this taboo consisted of was a word. The personal pronoun we govern to, the most beautiful sound we will ever here. The sound of our own name…
Aren't I so cruel for making it this short? Next chapter is already forming in my mind and will be up tomorrow. By the way everything in this chapter matters for the final formation of my story-especially the flowers…
Flowers are good…(I wonder what they mean.)