Ziva punched the up button in a daze. So the dreams then, they were undoubtedly of her own fabrication. Ziva did not believe in the after life, well at least not in people coming back from it. So why had she asked about revenge? The question had just fallen out of her mouth. Had she begun to doubt her convictions about death? Or was she simply curious? There was no way of knowing.
"Ding!" The elevator doors opened and Ziva rushed in without hesitating. Unfortunatley Ziva ran right into Jimmy Palmer returning from Abby's lab. Jimmy lost his balance, toppling backwards into the elevator. His arms flailed, desperate for something to hold onto he grabbed at Ziva and pulled her down with him.
"You are stronger than you look Jimmy" Ziva mumbled, rolling onto her back on the floor of the elevator.
"Huh? I mean thank you? I mean what?" He asked in a confused tone.
"Are you unharmed Jimmy?" Ziva questioned the young man who lay beside her on the floor of the elevator.
"Uh yeah, but your not." Jimmy sat up and brushed a piece of Ziva's hair off her forehead revealing a long angular bruise already forming and a long scratch to go with it. "I am so sorry Ziva."
"It was not your fault, I was not looking." Ziva assured him sitting up also. Her hand went to her head. "I feel wizzy Palmer."
"Woozy?"
"Yes, that too."
"We'll get Dr. Mallard to patch you up." Jimmy hoisted himself up on the railing of the elevator and turning to face her, offered Ziva his hand. Ziva accepted it and Jimmy lifted her to her feet.