Hi, sorry for the wait. I hope you like this next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Italic=voice in Ziva's head. And just want to throw in an inspiring quote from my friend Lorin to all my fellow authors out there:
I am the author of my own life story, but I wrote in pen so I can't erase my mistakes, and white-out will just make things messier.
Feeling inspired yet?
It may seem ridiculous, but Ziva David was a sucker for a good love story. She loved to read. Crime and drama were two genres that she loved, but romance was just...what was that saying? The bees'...ankles? No, elbows. Well, you get the picture. She loved to follow the fictional characters on their journey full of challenges and reasons why they could never be together, but of course ending up that way in the end.
Ziva thought about how these stories were so different from real life. Most of the time, the couple overcame the troubles and when the end of the story came, it was 'happily ever after'. But when was the end for real people? Death? So many people died every day. Those people's stories might only ever be told on the news, and were disregarded by others who did not know the victim.
Last week, she had finished reading Romeo and Juliet and, like so many others, she had loved it. It was a tragic tale, and what set it apart from so many others was the ending. She had tried to imagine how it would feel to lose the person you were in love with, but she couldn't say she knew the feeling. Of course, she had loved before, but she had never been in love. She wasn't sure if there was such a thing as 'soul mates'. It was unlikely, as there were billions of people in the world. She did, however, believe that opposites attract. She didn't like the thought of being with someone exactly the same as her. It would be boring. Obviously, she would want to have at least one thing in common, but she valued the differences. She had given this a lot of thought. Especially lately.
She thought of the men she knew, the men she worked with. They were all certainly different to her, but the impracticality of any of those relationships was unbelievable. Gibbs was like a father to her and McGee, well, he was like a brother. Of course, a much better one than Ari had ended up being. But if that was true, then what was Tony? He didn't seem to fit any of the profiles, except for one. Was he her Romeo? Had Shakespeare's ancient words helped her solve a modern-day problem?
It seemed to make sense now. They were both from such different families who, although they did not know each other and therefore did not hate each other, would probably not get along particularly well. Everything would have to be secret, no one could know.
But what was she thinking? She was well and truly getting ahead of herself. Life was not so simple, especially her life.
Come on, Ziva, let your heart run free. It could be that simple, you know. All it takes is one little question, like 'Wanna catch a movie with me?' or 'How about dinner Friday night?' You could do that, right? You know it's what you want.
Her own thoughts were driving her crazy, prompting her to play with fire.
Look at him. Just look at him.
She did. He was throwing balls of paper at the waste bin and missing. He never missed.
Wonder what's wrong with him? Could he be thinking the same thing as you?
Ziva gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the voice, but it wasn't going away.
I can tell you want me to leave, so I'll finish on this: you love Tony. What are you planning to do about it, Ziva?
She wasn't planning on doing anything. It's not that she didn't want to, it was just that she knew it might end in heartbreak, and she didn't want that to happen to either of them. But in her head, Romeo and Juliet will always be her and Tony.
I know it's short. If you like it, though, I might continue writing from McGee's, Abby's, Jenny's and Gibbs' POV. Tell me what you think!