Ziva can see ghosts. She can sense them, hear them, and feel them. They follow her around like lost children, begging to be helped. She has discovered that if she does not know them, they appear as faceless creatures, their fleshless, bony hands reaching out, scratching at her skin. But when she knows them, it is worse.
Katelyn Todd appears to her after Ari killed her, dressed in what she wore the day she died, the bullet wound obvious in her pale complexion. The blood drips down her cheeks like a never-ending fall of tears. "Your brother killed me. And you sit here, reading your book, acting as though nothing happened." Kate says, marching over and making herself comfortable on Ziva's second-hand maroon couch.
Ziva, who is well used to these ghosts, ignores her and continues to read, and Kate continues to chatter. "I had my whole life in front of me. I was a great agent. You know that. Yet you do nothing. Your brother killed me on orders from your father. You gathered Intel on me and the team. Why would you want to kill me? What did I ever do to you?" She reaches out a slim hand and pokes it at Ziva's shoulder. Ziva shudders as though she had been doused in icy water and moves away from Kate's hand.
"You can't hide forever. I know you can see me. And I know you feel guilty. Face the music, David. You killed an agent. Well, you basically killed an agent. You did all the research required and came here to follow direct orders from your daddy. And now you won't even look at me. Pathetic." This receives the reaction Kate is looking for.
Ziva dog-ears her page and lays it flat on the table, tucks her legs under her and turns to Kate, trying her hardest to ignore the gaping hole in the dead agent's forehead.
"I have been trained since I could walk to do what is instructed. Mossad have made that quite clear. You cannot make me feel guilty. Everyone must die eventually." Ziva says, keeping her brown eyes clearly on Kate's. "I cannot help you now. It is time to move on. You have no assignments, nothing you must complete. You must move on." She hardly thinks about it, just reaches out and presses a hand against Kate's chest, right where her heart is. Kate stares down at the tanned hand and then looks up at Ziva in shock. "It is time to go." The Mossad agent whispers.
Kate smiles serenely, leans in close, whispers, "Look after my boys for me." And when Ziva opens her eyes, Katelyn Todd is gone, and Ziva's hand is icy cold.
Come on guys, I know you know how to press that little button! It's not like it's hard. There have been over a hundred of you who have read it! Anyway, for the first time in my storywriting history, I am putting out an offer for suggestions. At the moment, I'm only up to the end of season 7 and am working on season 8, so just keep within that range. Hopefully this will get a few reviews! Anyway, thanks to those 100 people who HAVE read it, I really do appreciate it :)
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