Ziva's POV:
"gear up, dead marine in west virginia." barked my boss as he strolled into the bullpen with his coffee in hand.
I stood up and grabbed my bag and gun, running to the elevator before sliding in beside my co-workers.
~at the crime scene~
"ziver, take pictures, DiNozzo, witnesses and McGee, bag and tag." ordered gibbs
I flung my backpack over my shoulder and slammed the truck door close.
I warily walked over to where the body was,
it was a retched sight.
a petty officer was lying right on the edge of a clif, it looked like suicide as a knife had been self inflicted,
but signs of struggle and strangling were visible.
I stood near ducky, taking pictures of the surroundings.
I wasn't afraid of heights but I felt a bit queasy when I saw how high this cliff was.
"ziva dear? are you okay?" said the scottsmen from beside me
"Yes ducky. just thinking, sorry." I said slowly, focusing back on my job.
I watched as ducky and jimmy loaded the body onto the stretcher and pushed him into the back of the M.E truck.
Gibbs was with McGee and Tony was looking at himself in the revision mirror.
I crouched down and took a photo of some spluttered blood on a rock,
I stood up and I lost my balancing.
some rocks underneath my feet fell down and I felt myself being thrown of the cliff.
I frantically scraped at the rocks, trying to find a way to grip into them.
I reached a small, flat rock and gripped onto it tightly.
"tony!" I screamed,
I looked up to see I had fallen a good 20 meters.
"TONY!" I screamed louder, knowing he was the only one who would hear me.
I heard a car being pulled away,
most likely duckys truck.
then some faint talking and a yell.
"WHERE DID SHE GO DINOZZO?" Barked Gibbs,
I heard some mumbled apologies and then some more yelling about finding me.
I heard footsteps and then nothing,
great they left me to die.
I felt a bit light headed, and when I looked down I saw that half my leg was covered in blood, along with multiple deep wounds from my falling.
