heartundone and I have decided to continue with our Dragon series.
(sorry, posting from my ipad2, so no fancy html links)
Part 1 Slaying Dragons by kytivafan can be found here
Part 2 Dragon Slayer by heartundone can be found here http://whiteinkonpaper.livejournal.com/
Title: Out of the Dragon’s Shadow
Part: 3 of ?
Word Count: 610
Character(s): Ziva David and Tony DiNozzo
Spoilers: Slight for 8.24 Pyramid
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be *sigh*
The phone call that would unquestionably change her life came at just a little after 0300 – an impersonal voice telling her that her father was dead – assassinated – she would get the specifics when she arrived in Tel Aviv – the arrangements were being made – the details to be emailed. The call ended with no offer of condolences. Eli David remained aloof; disconnected from her – even in death.
She was surprised at how much that hurt – this indifference to her feelings – was the rest of the family getting that same impersonal call or just her? She laughed bitterly - what difference did it make, really? Dead is dead.
And that’s when the force of it hit her – her father was dead – not just dead to her in the metaphysical sense – but physically dead – his body was in a morgue somewhere in Tel Aviv right at this moment - and with that thought she stumbled into the bathroom to be sick.
Rinsing her mouth, she looked into the mirror seeing an expression of puzzlement reflected back at her as she realized that she didn’t recognize the hollow eyed woman staring back at her – who was Ziva David without Eli David? Did she know how to be anyone other than the estranged daughter of the dragon? Questions without answers.
She knew of only one way to cope:
The best way to clear your mind is to punish your body – Eli had taught her that- and so she ran.
She ran without mercy – pushing her body past fatigue and pain – her feet on the pavement keeping rhythm with her only thought dead, dead, dead.
The sun rose and the city woke; life went on while her emotions were strangely consumed by grief and loss. She had expected to feel relief. She had not expected to feel regret.
When she could run no more, she collapsed to the curb and hung her head and wept for the first time since hearing the news of his death. After what seemed like hours, she looked up through her tears and was astonished to find herself just down the block from Tony’s apartment; her heart quickened in a way that had nothing to do with her 15 mile run. She realized this had been her destination all along – she needed to see him.
She began to run again – only this time the cadence that set her pace was Tony, Tony, Tony.
When she arrived at his door, she was both mentally and physically exhausted – the tears had done what 15 miles of running could not – she felt clearer and somewhat purged.
Breathing heavily, she leaned on Tony’s door and knocked, she knew he was probley still asleep – and then it occurred to her that he might not be alone, she was unsure of his relationship status with Agent Barrett.
She took a step back thinking maybe she didn’t want to disturb him after all.
Rationally, she knew she was too tired and wouldn’t be able to walk back home, she reasoned if he had company, maybe he could just call her a cab. Yes, that was a good plan: cab, home, shower, sleep, perhaps some food…
She was startled out of her planning when she heard the locks disengaging and suddenly the door opened. He was rumpled from sleep and he had the smell of alcohol and sweat about him, yet his eyes looked welcoming; perhaps it was that look of acceptance or perhaps it was just her fatigue, whatever the catalyst - the result was the same as the tears began to fall and she was barely able to push out the words “My father – he is dead.”