Ziva POV
-I knocked on Tonys door, he opened it and pulled me in closer, we kissed, i took my knife out and stabbed him, his voice his words, "Ziva, Ziva David, I Loved You"
I sat up breathing heavily and sweating, just a dream just a dream...
-in the morning the next day-
I picked up my suitcase and closed the door, today was the day, the day i would see the rest of the team, and whoever replaced me, I was a different person than to when I was at Mossad or NCIS, I had changed, I didn't recognise myself anymore, I didn't look like the Ziva when i met Tony, I neither looked like the Ziva when I said goodbye to Tony, I now had scars, cuts, bruises and on the other hand I looked like I did when Tony had rescued me from Somolia. I had lost my sense of belonging. I was beginning to give up, i wanted out, out of this world. I had thought about killing myself, I would be saving myself so much pain but something inside me stopped me from actually dieing.
I had reached the airport, I was now on the plane, in my seat. I looked to my left where a little baby girl was sat. She looked at me, I could see in her eyes she was happy. I wanted that, I wanted to be happy, but that is not what I deserved. I deserved to be tortued for hours, beaten, killed, I was not deserving of seeing Tony again. I was sinning just by visiting him. I loved him but he would never love me, he deserves a woman, a woman who is beautiful, skinny, anyone but me.
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Ziva David- Damaged
RandomZiva comes back and surprised Tony, she sees him with another woman and walks away, will she tell him what's really wrong or will she go back to Israel were she hurts the most. (Warning: Bulimia, self harm, abuse) (Btw:: Ziva looks like the cover,) (
