Wishing on a Star: Chapter Four – Gibbs
Gibbs had always known that something would be broken when it came to Tony and Ziva. At first he'd thought it'd be rule number twelve.
Never date a coworker.
But he was wrong. Tony had broken Ziva's heart. And Ziva had broken Tony's, not that'd she had meant too.
Gibbs was up in the middle of the night, as usual. He was in his basement, working on his boat, as usual. But he couldn't get into the rhythm of sanding, sawing. He kept thinking of Ziva...
He threw down his sandpaper and sighed in frustration. Gibbs went over to the work bench were his bourbon was kept—empty.
Gibbs stomped up the wooden stairs, his boots thudding.
None in the kitchen, either.
Ziva had really become a part of the team. At first...she seemed out of place. An Mossad-trained assassin on the same team as a Phys. Ed. major and a computer geek? And Gibbs, too, the head-slapping Marine. But it had worked out eventually...Ziva even got her own nickname. Ziver.
Gibbs sighed again, pushing open his front door after giving up on drinking. He wasn't a fan of wishing. Or hoping. They were almost as bad as coincidences. But tonight was different.
Gibbs wished that Ziva would come back, so that Tony would stop staring at her empty desk. So that Abby would stop tearing up whenever she walked into the bull pen. The team needed Ziva.
Another one done! I like this chapter. =D
I was working on Ziva's chapter earlier, and I've decided to change it around a little. So Ziva isn't where she ends up in the season six finale. (Sorry if that didn't make sense, but I wanted it as un-spoilery as possible.
Review, please!