Misplaced Trust
Title: Misplaced Trust
Length/Word Count: 500
Pairing/Characters: Ziva
Prompt: #259 is Who? for ncisdrabble100
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Warning: Character death
Summary: Ziva mourns death
So a new little plot bunny showed up the other day. It’s small and black. I thought it was cute and cuddly. It’s not. It’s angry and angsty and makes bad things happen.
She stood in the hospital waiting room shivering. Covered in blood that wasn’t her own, she was still in to much shock to cry. Every time she closed her eyes she could see him fall, hear the gun shot, and see the vindictive glint in Ray’s eyes. He had been aiming for her. The man that swore he loved her had tried to kill her. The only reason she wasn’t dead is because she had been followed.
And now her hero was dead and she was waiting for someone to come for her. She knew there were two fresh bodies on slabs in the morgue, and only for one would she mourn.
She felt warm hands touch her shoulders and sighed deeply without turning around.
“It is my fault. I should not have gone to meet Ray. He warned me and I did not listen.” She shook her head. “I am tired of men in my life killing each other. I am tired of not listening to the warnings.”
She pulled away and crossed the floor. She couldn’t stand anyone being close. In the end it would only lead to more death at the hands of her poor decisions. She should have listened. She shouldn’t have gone. But she hadn’t wanted to believe that Ray would be capable of the accusations that were thrown at him. Ari, Michael, now Ray. She always trusted the wrong men and it always ended in death. And for the first time it had ended in the death of an innocent man.
She heard footprints cross the room and she turned. “Do not say it. I do not need you to say that it is not my fault. Because it is. I should have listened. I should have been watching. But I was stupid. I confronted Ray and watched him raise his gun. He would have killed me.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears as warm arms wrapped around her. She tried to back away from their comfort and failed as the first tear fell from her eyes.
“I heard the gunshot. I watched him hit the ground. And Ray lifted his gun again, ready to shoot me. I grabbed the gun that had fallen to the ground. I did not even think. I just emptied it into Ray. Even after I knew he was dead, I did not stop until I was out of bullets.” She looked up, meeting a pair of caring eyes. “He had been my partner, and my friend. I should have trusted him.”
She didn’t pull away as arms wrapped tightly around her. Instead she gave into the grief that was in her heart as tears flowed from her eyes. Leaving Mossad, becoming an American - she thought those things would have made a difference in the end. But she was still the woman she had always been, full of rash decisions and distrust. And now again, with his death, she had another scar that would never heal.
Part 2 - Morning Alone
Length/Word Count: 500
Pairing/Characters: Ziva
Prompt: #259 is Who? for ncisdrabble100
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Warning: Character death
Summary: Ziva mourns death
So a new little plot bunny showed up the other day. It’s small and black. I thought it was cute and cuddly. It’s not. It’s angry and angsty and makes bad things happen.
She stood in the hospital waiting room shivering. Covered in blood that wasn’t her own, she was still in to much shock to cry. Every time she closed her eyes she could see him fall, hear the gun shot, and see the vindictive glint in Ray’s eyes. He had been aiming for her. The man that swore he loved her had tried to kill her. The only reason she wasn’t dead is because she had been followed.
And now her hero was dead and she was waiting for someone to come for her. She knew there were two fresh bodies on slabs in the morgue, and only for one would she mourn.
She felt warm hands touch her shoulders and sighed deeply without turning around.
“It is my fault. I should not have gone to meet Ray. He warned me and I did not listen.” She shook her head. “I am tired of men in my life killing each other. I am tired of not listening to the warnings.”
She pulled away and crossed the floor. She couldn’t stand anyone being close. In the end it would only lead to more death at the hands of her poor decisions. She should have listened. She shouldn’t have gone. But she hadn’t wanted to believe that Ray would be capable of the accusations that were thrown at him. Ari, Michael, now Ray. She always trusted the wrong men and it always ended in death. And for the first time it had ended in the death of an innocent man.
She heard footprints cross the room and she turned. “Do not say it. I do not need you to say that it is not my fault. Because it is. I should have listened. I should have been watching. But I was stupid. I confronted Ray and watched him raise his gun. He would have killed me.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears as warm arms wrapped around her. She tried to back away from their comfort and failed as the first tear fell from her eyes.
“I heard the gunshot. I watched him hit the ground. And Ray lifted his gun again, ready to shoot me. I grabbed the gun that had fallen to the ground. I did not even think. I just emptied it into Ray. Even after I knew he was dead, I did not stop until I was out of bullets.” She looked up, meeting a pair of caring eyes. “He had been my partner, and my friend. I should have trusted him.”
She didn’t pull away as arms wrapped tightly around her. Instead she gave into the grief that was in her heart as tears flowed from her eyes. Leaving Mossad, becoming an American - she thought those things would have made a difference in the end. But she was still the woman she had always been, full of rash decisions and distrust. And now again, with his death, she had another scar that would never heal.
Part 2 - Morning Alone