Another old project that I could after months to complete. I hope the Tiva fans I do not want too much if my vision of that scene does not match them.
Title: Actors and spectators
Genre: somber
Rating: for all
Spoilers: 7x02 - Reunion
Characters: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
N. words: 369
Dedicated as always to my wonderful beta Joy
Act
Building. Lurking. That the target was only waiting. That was easy, the training received at the Mossad had taught every technique of stalking and to act with cool determination. What would happen after he was unknown and was not able to predict the final outcome.
Talking to others was relatively simple, they were ready to justify and forgive without any explanation. Gibbs seemed to have reservations but it was not particularly concerned about this. He was the man behind the door that could change things. The man whom he had not trusted but who had also saved, even from herself and now had to find out if he could get his forgiveness, what mattered most.
The door opened, letting out an agent who did not know. She slipped inside, silently. It was time. And even the months of captivity had been difficult finding the words to apologize to Tony.
Talking to others was relatively simple, they were ready to justify and forgive without any explanation. Gibbs seemed to have reservations but it was not particularly concerned about this. He was the man behind the door that could change things. The man whom he had not trusted but who had also saved, even from herself and now had to find out if he could get his forgiveness, what mattered most.
The door opened, letting out an agent who did not know. She slipped inside, silently. It was time. And even the months of captivity had been difficult finding the words to apologize to Tony.
Act II
watched her through the space between the desks, calm and quiet as if nothing had happened. In the eyes still imprinted with the image of his face swollen, resigned expression. In my ears the words of the day before, apologies are difficult to pronounce as to accept.
Four years as partners in the field to be told: "I could not trust you."
had been a severe blow, one that had not been able to hide as the others.
petrified had looked close the gap, he felt a hand resting on his neck, his thumb caressed him, and then warned his lips resting on his cheek for a moment. A gesture delicate that a few months before he would rejoice, now left him cold and indifferent, as a foreign observer to the scene.
He had nothing to reproach himself, had done his best and he was proud of the results that the team had achieved. He was grateful to the director for giving her a second chance and that was accepted by all with open arms. But he had burned too many times and now, perhaps, had learned his lesson. Now it was not to trust him more. They were gentlemen, and with time would overcome the distrust enough friends to return, any other possibility was crumbling in front of the only justification he could not admit.
Four years as partners in the field to be told: "I could not trust you."
had been a severe blow, one that had not been able to hide as the others.
petrified had looked close the gap, he felt a hand resting on his neck, his thumb caressed him, and then warned his lips resting on his cheek for a moment. A gesture delicate that a few months before he would rejoice, now left him cold and indifferent, as a foreign observer to the scene.
He had nothing to reproach himself, had done his best and he was proud of the results that the team had achieved. He was grateful to the director for giving her a second chance and that was accepted by all with open arms. But he had burned too many times and now, perhaps, had learned his lesson. Now it was not to trust him more. They were gentlemen, and with time would overcome the distrust enough friends to return, any other possibility was crumbling in front of the only justification he could not admit.
End
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