the language of the desperate
feel like i’ve fulfilled some long-forgotten prophecy by writing a tiva fanfic, but we’re so close to the premiere and i couldn’t help myself. also on AO3
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Ziva couldn’t open the door.
She wanted to open the door. More than anything, she wanted to open the door. Hell, if someone had tried to hold her back from opening that door, she’d have killed them without a second thought.
So why, she wondered, was she still standing here, hand hovering right above the handle?
“What’s wrong with me?” She whispered to herself.
“Nothing wrong.” A voice came from behind her, and she turned to find Gibbs standing against the wall.
“If that were true, I wouldn’t be here.” She took a step toward him. “Any minute now, McGee is going to call, and when he does, everything I’ve been fighting for is going to be behind that door. I should be standing there with open arms; instead I’m cowering. Hiding.”
“You want to see them?” He asked with indifference, something she didn’t quite know what to do with.
“More than anything.”
Gibbs shrugged. “Then open the door.”
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