Title: Dragon’s Dance
Part 5 of Dragon series written with heartundone
Spoilers: None - Set after 8.24 Pyramid
Beta: the amazing proseac1
Word Count: 618
Disclaimer: Last time I looked, they still belonged to CBS, et al and not to me - *sigh*
Summary: As Ziva mourns her father and begins the process of healing and forgiving, she finds strength in an unexpected place.
Part I by kytivafan: Slaying Dragons
Part 2 by heartundone: Dragon Slayer
Part 3 by kytivafan: Out of the Dragon’s Shadow
Part 4 by heartundone: Dragons and Doubt
Ziva didn’t understand why most people had trouble sleeping on airplanes, for her it was one of the easiest places to sleep. Once you had determined that none of the passengers or crew were a threat; you could settle in, relax and take a nap.
Waking from just such a nap, she rotated her head working the stiffness from her neck and shoulders and saw that Tony was sleeping; she knew if she shifted too much he would wake and she really wanted him to get some sleep. This was the first time that he had slept since she had arrived at his apartment and told him the news of her father’s death.
He had been at her side continuously for the past twenty four hours. He had watched over and comforted her throughout the morning and into the evening while she mourned her father.
She had wept and slept in varying degrees, but the one constant was Tony; an embrace, a touch, a smile, a glass of water, a turkey sandwich – whatever she needed at that particular moment - he instinctually knew and provided.
Eli had taught her to be a one woman army; to need anything from another person was a weak spot in your defenses. As a result, she had never known that you could draw strength from another person; but it was true, with each touch, each smile from Tony – she felt stronger, not weaker.
It made her wonder, how many other truths that she had been taught were in fact fallacy.
During one of her more lucid moments, he had told her that he had called Gibbs and the others and had arranged time off for both of them to travel to Israel. She wasn’t surprised that he was keeping his promise – it felt right that he was going with her.
When he asked if there were anyone else she would like him to call, she could think of no one – when he asked about calling Ray specifically, she was stunned to realize that Ray had not once entered her thoughts. She found this disconcerting as he was technically her boyfriend; she should have sought his comfort first, but instead she came to Tony. She would have to explore the why of that later, right now she just too tired and the implications just too big. Avoidance – she would hang onto that truth for just a little while longer.
When she had told Tony that she would call Ray herself, she thought she saw a wounded look cross his features, but in her emotional state, she was sure she had imagined it.
Ray didn’t answer his phone - she left him a brief message telling him about her father and that she was traveling to Israel with Tony for the funeral. Again her imagination might have been playing tricks on her, but she thought she saw a look of relief cross Tony’s face when he heard the message she left for Ray.
She looked closer at her sleeping partner’s face; as if seeing him for the first time, and she felt something bloom up inside of her. A feeling of such mass and magnitude it made her gasp just the tiniest bit. This was something that she had never experienced before. Instead of scaring her, she found it made her – happy. Could this be what love felt like?
She was interrupted from further pondering of her feelings by the voice of the captain telling them that they had just begun their initial descent into Tel Aviv. She felt her stomach clinch in anxiety followed almost immediately by a reassuring hand squeeze from Tony. Even in sleep, he was perfectly attuned to her emotions.