Ziva's chapter! Remember, I changed things around. So Ziva is in Tel Aviv.
Wishing on a Star: Chapter Six – Ziva
Ziva hated being back in Mossad. She didn't like her team. They couldn't seem to...click, as the Americans say.
Ziva had a plan.
Ziva sat on the stairs outside Mossad. It was late. Dark, and quiet.
She leaned back, and as she did so she caught a glimpse of the stars.
She wondered if Ton—if her old team in D.C could see the same ones. They probably couldn't, she thought, an attempt at being practical. There was a time difference.
Ziva spread herself out on the cool pavement, settling with her arms behind her head.
Ziva knew she shouldn't be out here. Her Mossad team was probably looking for her, even though it was the middle of the night. She knew her father would be annoyed when he found out was she was planning.
Ziva wished that Tony hadn't killed Micheal. She wished that she had handled her and Tony's relationship differently.
Ziva was ready to put her plan in action.
She got up, stretched, and looked around her. Grabbing her backpack off the ground, she quickly went down the steps two at a time. Ziva stood on the corner of the sidewalk and hailed a taxi.
Climbing into the front seat, she said, "The airport, please. Quickly."
So, that's the end of this story! I know, I know...I said I'd continue it. And I will! In the SEQUEL! Yaaay!
Haha. Sorry. I'm watching NCIS right now and I think I'm on a Tiva high.
Review, please! And I'll start work on the sequel right away. I think I might call it "Coming True."