Ziva David
Title: Ruined
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva takes a walk and thinks.
Warnings: Angst and major character death (though it's kinda hard to tell who dies...)
Ruins of plans, ruins of dreams, ruins of the future.
*~*~*
Ziva David walked down the street silently. It was dusk, but just barely. The sun was low in the sky, just about to dip below the horizon. Shadows of trees stretched along the ground. It was fall, but an uncommonly warm fall. She did not wear a jacket.
She cast her eyes about as she walked through the gathering gloom. Technically, she should not even have been outside, but she had needed to get out, to get away from it all. Tony had snuck he rout the back. He was good like that.
The truth was, he could tell that this was getting to her. It was getting to all of them, really, but he was the most afraid of her snapping. If Ziva David did something stupid, it would most likely involve dead bodies, several of them, and there was always the chance that hers would be among them, especially now that-
No. She had taken a walk to get away form all of that. Of course, that was a joke. There was no chance that she would forget any of it, especially out here as she scanned the bushes and trees, looking for anyone who wanted to end her life.
The scene kept replaying itself for her. She would hear the crack of gunfire, see the crimson splay of blood, and then it was all over again. She knew there was nothing she could have done, though she had tried. She knew that and she accepted it.
It did not matter. Because now with both of them gone-dead-those tears she had shed earlier, those sleepless nights, that one shot, all seemed for nothing. She had done that one deed, then spent time rationalizing it, making it right, but she had never truly felt right about it. Now everything she had done seemed like it had been for nothing.
She sighed deeply and turned to retrace her steps back to her job. They were all there, at least the ones who were still alive, because it was the only place where they could have some semblance of safety, what with people dying left and right.
That wasn’t exactly true. Only two people had died so far, but threats had been made, and that was two too many, anyway. She understood the rationale behind keeping them locked up, but it didn’t matter. She felt better outside, doing something. That didn’t matter, either. She was going back inside to sit around in that shocked silence, not looking into anyone’s eyes, listening to Abby crying softly, on and off, because that was her place. That was where she belonged, not because they told her she had to stay, but because it was the only place she could go without feeling like she was running.
At that point, that was the only place she could begin the work that needed doing.
And she didn’t know if she was working to avenge Gibbs, or Ari, or both.
Title: Driving
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva drives. This distresses Tony.
Warnings: Little curse words. Nothing major.
“Crap,” Tony moaned from the backseat.
Ziva David spared him a glance as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh stop moaning,” she said. “Your arm will be fine.”
“It’s not the arm I’m worried about,” he said, though he grimaced slightly at the pain. “It’s you. Driving.”
She rolled her eyes, turning the key in the ignition. “I am quite capable of driving, thank you.”
“Or not. I’m gonna die back here.”
“Hold on,” she said.
“With a broken arm?!” But he did clutch at the door. “Try to go slow, please?”
“You forget,” she said, “That we are trying to evade pursuers.”
“And that’s supposed to be comforting?” he muttered.
She pulled the car out into the road and immediately began speeding along. “No,” she said. “That is why I am forced to break the speed limit.”
He hunched his head down behind the seat and squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe he would survive this. The screech of an angry car and the blaring horn of an angry driver forced him to look up. “Right, Ziva! Right! We drive on the right in this country!”
Then the shooting started. Both of them ducked instinctively as a bullet hit the back window, shattering the glass.
“Crap,” Tony said again, haphazardly climbing into the front seat.
“Can you handle a gun?” Ziva asked, looking at him.
“Eyes on the road, Ziva!” he cried. Worried, he made a grab at the wheel.
She spun it to the right, bringing them back into oncoming traffic.
“All right,” Tony said. “This joyride’s over. I’m driving.”
“I thought you couldn’t drive.”
“I’ll manage.”
“Right.” Somehow she managed to climb into the backseat. Once there, she pulled out her gun and calmly began shooting out through the no longer existing window.
After another squeal of tires and a brief but final meeting with a parking meter, it was over. Ziva listened to Tony’s swearing from the front seat as the airbags helpfully deployed a few seconds too late. Grinning, she opened the door and climbed out.
“Did you kill them all?” he asked, wrestling with the airbags.
She shrugged. “We are no longer pursued. However, the police have found us.”
“What?” Somehow he had managed to open the door. “Oh,” he said, seeing the two police officers warily approaching them.
Ziva looked up at one, then lowered her eyes. “I apologize for this man’s driving,” she said. “He just isn’t very good at it.”
Title: One Shot
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva and something about her relationship with Ari.
Warnings: Angst.
It had just been one shot, one movement of her finger on the trigger, and it had changed her life. Oh, she supposed other things, little things, had changed her life in little ways, too, but if she had to pick one single, defining, life-altering moment, it was that one shot. She had pulled the trigger and the world had collapsed around her ears.
Immediately after, she had asked herself why. Why had she killed that man? And she continued to ask herself that same question. Most of the time, she hid behind the easy answer that she had been protecting Gibbs, that she had been defending life. It was a good answer. She could almost convince herself to believe it.
But the truth was that she was hiding from the other truth: she did not know why she had done it. She doubted she ever would. And it scared her. Her life was about knowing and understanding, and she did not see how she could do that properly if she did not even understand herself.
The other thing that bothered her was that now Gibbs seemed to trust her implicitly. Because of that one action, it seemed that he knew exactly how she would respond in any situation. Which meant that he had her figured out before she could even figure herself out. That was not good at all. Granted, he was the only one who knew about her and Ari, and she planned to keep it that way. Still, it unsettled her.
There were three who knew what had happened in that room, and now the two of them were all that was left. That was one too many for her, but she was not sure who she wished could forget it all: him, or her.
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva takes a walk and thinks.
Warnings: Angst and major character death (though it's kinda hard to tell who dies...)
Ruins of plans, ruins of dreams, ruins of the future.
*~*~*
Ziva David walked down the street silently. It was dusk, but just barely. The sun was low in the sky, just about to dip below the horizon. Shadows of trees stretched along the ground. It was fall, but an uncommonly warm fall. She did not wear a jacket.
She cast her eyes about as she walked through the gathering gloom. Technically, she should not even have been outside, but she had needed to get out, to get away from it all. Tony had snuck he rout the back. He was good like that.
The truth was, he could tell that this was getting to her. It was getting to all of them, really, but he was the most afraid of her snapping. If Ziva David did something stupid, it would most likely involve dead bodies, several of them, and there was always the chance that hers would be among them, especially now that-
No. She had taken a walk to get away form all of that. Of course, that was a joke. There was no chance that she would forget any of it, especially out here as she scanned the bushes and trees, looking for anyone who wanted to end her life.
The scene kept replaying itself for her. She would hear the crack of gunfire, see the crimson splay of blood, and then it was all over again. She knew there was nothing she could have done, though she had tried. She knew that and she accepted it.
It did not matter. Because now with both of them gone-dead-those tears she had shed earlier, those sleepless nights, that one shot, all seemed for nothing. She had done that one deed, then spent time rationalizing it, making it right, but she had never truly felt right about it. Now everything she had done seemed like it had been for nothing.
She sighed deeply and turned to retrace her steps back to her job. They were all there, at least the ones who were still alive, because it was the only place where they could have some semblance of safety, what with people dying left and right.
That wasn’t exactly true. Only two people had died so far, but threats had been made, and that was two too many, anyway. She understood the rationale behind keeping them locked up, but it didn’t matter. She felt better outside, doing something. That didn’t matter, either. She was going back inside to sit around in that shocked silence, not looking into anyone’s eyes, listening to Abby crying softly, on and off, because that was her place. That was where she belonged, not because they told her she had to stay, but because it was the only place she could go without feeling like she was running.
At that point, that was the only place she could begin the work that needed doing.
And she didn’t know if she was working to avenge Gibbs, or Ari, or both.
Title: Driving
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva drives. This distresses Tony.
Warnings: Little curse words. Nothing major.
“Crap,” Tony moaned from the backseat.
Ziva David spared him a glance as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh stop moaning,” she said. “Your arm will be fine.”
“It’s not the arm I’m worried about,” he said, though he grimaced slightly at the pain. “It’s you. Driving.”
She rolled her eyes, turning the key in the ignition. “I am quite capable of driving, thank you.”
“Or not. I’m gonna die back here.”
“Hold on,” she said.
“With a broken arm?!” But he did clutch at the door. “Try to go slow, please?”
“You forget,” she said, “That we are trying to evade pursuers.”
“And that’s supposed to be comforting?” he muttered.
She pulled the car out into the road and immediately began speeding along. “No,” she said. “That is why I am forced to break the speed limit.”
He hunched his head down behind the seat and squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe he would survive this. The screech of an angry car and the blaring horn of an angry driver forced him to look up. “Right, Ziva! Right! We drive on the right in this country!”
Then the shooting started. Both of them ducked instinctively as a bullet hit the back window, shattering the glass.
“Crap,” Tony said again, haphazardly climbing into the front seat.
“Can you handle a gun?” Ziva asked, looking at him.
“Eyes on the road, Ziva!” he cried. Worried, he made a grab at the wheel.
She spun it to the right, bringing them back into oncoming traffic.
“All right,” Tony said. “This joyride’s over. I’m driving.”
“I thought you couldn’t drive.”
“I’ll manage.”
“Right.” Somehow she managed to climb into the backseat. Once there, she pulled out her gun and calmly began shooting out through the no longer existing window.
After another squeal of tires and a brief but final meeting with a parking meter, it was over. Ziva listened to Tony’s swearing from the front seat as the airbags helpfully deployed a few seconds too late. Grinning, she opened the door and climbed out.
“Did you kill them all?” he asked, wrestling with the airbags.
She shrugged. “We are no longer pursued. However, the police have found us.”
“What?” Somehow he had managed to open the door. “Oh,” he said, seeing the two police officers warily approaching them.
Ziva looked up at one, then lowered her eyes. “I apologize for this man’s driving,” she said. “He just isn’t very good at it.”
Title: One Shot
Author: odette_river/RedFive
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Ziva David
Summary: Ziva and something about her relationship with Ari.
Warnings: Angst.
It had just been one shot, one movement of her finger on the trigger, and it had changed her life. Oh, she supposed other things, little things, had changed her life in little ways, too, but if she had to pick one single, defining, life-altering moment, it was that one shot. She had pulled the trigger and the world had collapsed around her ears.
Immediately after, she had asked herself why. Why had she killed that man? And she continued to ask herself that same question. Most of the time, she hid behind the easy answer that she had been protecting Gibbs, that she had been defending life. It was a good answer. She could almost convince herself to believe it.
But the truth was that she was hiding from the other truth: she did not know why she had done it. She doubted she ever would. And it scared her. Her life was about knowing and understanding, and she did not see how she could do that properly if she did not even understand herself.
The other thing that bothered her was that now Gibbs seemed to trust her implicitly. Because of that one action, it seemed that he knew exactly how she would respond in any situation. Which meant that he had her figured out before she could even figure herself out. That was not good at all. Granted, he was the only one who knew about her and Ari, and she planned to keep it that way. Still, it unsettled her.
There were three who knew what had happened in that room, and now the two of them were all that was left. That was one too many for her, but she was not sure who she wished could forget it all: him, or her.