the language of the desperate
feel like iβve fulfilled some long-forgotten prophecy by writing a tiva fanfic, but weβre so close to the premiere and i couldnβt help myself. also on AO3
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Ziva couldnβt open the door.Β
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, sheβd have killed them without a second thought.Β
So why, she wondered, was she still standing here, hand hovering right above the handle?Β
βWhatβs wrong with me?β She whispered to herself.Β
βNothing wrong.β A voice came from behind her, and she turned to find Gibbs standing against the wall.Β
βIf that were true, I wouldnβt be here.β She took a step toward him. βAny minute now, McGee is going to call, and when he does, everything Iβve been fighting for is going to be behind that door. I should be standing there with open arms; instead Iβm cowering. Hiding.β
βYou want to see them?β He asked with indifference, something she didnβt quite know what to do with.Β
βMore than anything.β
Gibbs shrugged. βThen open the door.β
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