Ziva POV
I looked at the blade of the knife. It shined. It shined with confidence and perfection. It would always do its job, and it would never fail. Not like people. Not like me.I realized that there was no way out of this without hurting someone. I didn't want that person to be Tony. So I slowly pressed to tip of the blade into my wrist. I then screamed. I screamed for Tony, for the baby, for the people I have hurt. No one deserved the pain and sorrow I have caused them. I slowly drug it across my wrist and pulled it out, wiping off the blade with my shirt. I laid down and cried. I could start to hear shouting outside of the elevator, but it was fading. It wouldn't be long now, before I'm on my way out. That is when I smiled and gladly let darkness pull me under.
Sorry for the short chapter guys! Our computers internet is going haywhire! The next chapter should be longer. Thank you for being patient!!!!-Heather
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NCIS: TIVA STORY!
FanfictionThis a story of Tiva. It has been a little less than a month after Tony left Ziva in Israel. A new case has popped up and the team is heading to Israel. Will they cross Ziva's path? Does the case even involve Ziva? Read this story to find out...
