Nostrum Monumentum - Team Ziva
Title: Team Ziva
Rating: PG
Summary: Two gap fillers drabbles, Post Aliyah ... with two different POVs on Ziva's return.
Prompt: challenge #164, Abby Scuito, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 164
She didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the elevator, but whatever it was, applause wasn’t on the list. A hug from Abby, on the other hand, was at least comforting. But despite the predictability of the act itself, the forced restrain that forensic specialist exerted was definitely antithesis of the typical Abby. It would mark a subtle but significant shift in their relationship.
Their next exchange down in the lab, was decidedly one-sided where Abby defended Tony to her. Ziva kept her silence, because those were the same thoughts that occupied her mind during the months of confinement. Though Abby was justified in her vehemence, the dynamics between the two women in Gibbs’ team was just slightly reminiscent to when Kate Todd just died. Ziva felt out of place, stuck between the limbo of being a observer and participant.
But unlike last time, Abby was already rooting for Team Ziva, all they needed now was time to rebuild that trust.
Prompt: challenge #172, Jimmy Palmer
Words: 300
The first time she had no choice - Gibb’s orders when he sent her down to Ducky for a medical checkup. “No excuses, David.”
Ducky was efficient as well as thorough and she knew that the Medical Examiner would submit a report to both Gibbs and the Director. “What would you say?” she asked.
“Perhaps, I will let you read it prior to my submission.”
So that was her reason for coming down the morgue. The team had been called out for a case. She hadn’t been reinstated yet and this staying behind gave her a weird sense of detachment that was baffling for one who was used to doing missions on her own.
Crossing over to Ducky’s desk, he had left a message prior to leaving for the crime scene, so she knew the exact location for his report. A pile of x-rays were sticking out from the pile. She hadn’t seen them for herself, but having them in her hand added another layer of credibility that the events from Somalia did happen.
“X-rays paint a succinct picture,” came a voice behind her.
And rather than the familiar Scottish timbre of Ducky, Ziva was surprised to see Jimmy. “I didn’t know anybody was here.”
“Dr. Mallard told me that my assistance was needed elsewhere. May I?”
Taking the X-rays from her hand, he placed them up on the screen for a closer inspection. “Dr. Mallard had these done without a submitting patient’s name on it,” he informed her.
“Oh?”
“That is ... he wanted to ... ” Taking a composing breath, he said resolutely, “You have friends here, Ziva.”
Hoping to alleviate the medical assistant’s anxiety, though she could not adequately articulate the incredible rush that run through her body despite the cooler temperatures of the morgue, so she simply stated, “Thank you.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Two gap fillers drabbles, Post Aliyah ... with two different POVs on Ziva's return.
Prompt: challenge #164, Abby Scuito, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 164
She didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the elevator, but whatever it was, applause wasn’t on the list. A hug from Abby, on the other hand, was at least comforting. But despite the predictability of the act itself, the forced restrain that forensic specialist exerted was definitely antithesis of the typical Abby. It would mark a subtle but significant shift in their relationship.
Their next exchange down in the lab, was decidedly one-sided where Abby defended Tony to her. Ziva kept her silence, because those were the same thoughts that occupied her mind during the months of confinement. Though Abby was justified in her vehemence, the dynamics between the two women in Gibbs’ team was just slightly reminiscent to when Kate Todd just died. Ziva felt out of place, stuck between the limbo of being a observer and participant.
But unlike last time, Abby was already rooting for Team Ziva, all they needed now was time to rebuild that trust.
Prompt: challenge #172, Jimmy Palmer
Words: 300
The first time she had no choice - Gibb’s orders when he sent her down to Ducky for a medical checkup. “No excuses, David.”
Ducky was efficient as well as thorough and she knew that the Medical Examiner would submit a report to both Gibbs and the Director. “What would you say?” she asked.
“Perhaps, I will let you read it prior to my submission.”
So that was her reason for coming down the morgue. The team had been called out for a case. She hadn’t been reinstated yet and this staying behind gave her a weird sense of detachment that was baffling for one who was used to doing missions on her own.
Crossing over to Ducky’s desk, he had left a message prior to leaving for the crime scene, so she knew the exact location for his report. A pile of x-rays were sticking out from the pile. She hadn’t seen them for herself, but having them in her hand added another layer of credibility that the events from Somalia did happen.
“X-rays paint a succinct picture,” came a voice behind her.
And rather than the familiar Scottish timbre of Ducky, Ziva was surprised to see Jimmy. “I didn’t know anybody was here.”
“Dr. Mallard told me that my assistance was needed elsewhere. May I?”
Taking the X-rays from her hand, he placed them up on the screen for a closer inspection. “Dr. Mallard had these done without a submitting patient’s name on it,” he informed her.
“Oh?”
“That is ... he wanted to ... ” Taking a composing breath, he said resolutely, “You have friends here, Ziva.”
Hoping to alleviate the medical assistant’s anxiety, though she could not adequately articulate the incredible rush that run through her body despite the cooler temperatures of the morgue, so she simply stated, “Thank you.”