Was My Duty
Characters: Ziva David, Jethro Gibbs, Ari Haswari
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers: Kill Ari
Author's Notes: Yes, I am finally catching up on these. . . Another first person fic, I don't know what it is, but I feel like writing in the first person. . . In this case, told from Ziva's POV. . . And this concept may have been done many times before, but I still want to attempt it. It's also not very long, but I don't think that really matters.
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I had to kill Ari. I didn't want to, but I had to. I had to kill him to save Gibbs. I am a practical person, I had to put my emotions aside, whether I wanted to or not. Ari would have shot Gibbs, he never had hesitation in his eyes. I think he knew he would die, he is intelligent and he knows Gibbs.
When I walked down the stairs of Gibbs' basement I felt like running back up them and leaving the house, but I couldn't. I had a duty to NCIS, and to myself, to protect Gibbs. And I did that. I protected him, and that included killing my half-brother. . .
I didn't hesistate to pull the trigger, because that is what I was trained to do, to not hesitate when killing someone, otherwise you will most likely fail. Failure wasn't an option, Gibbs would have been shot if I had hesistated.
When I saw Ari's lifeless form on the floor; blood seeping from his wound, the wound I caused, I switched from careful and practical Mossad Operative slash NCIS liason officer, to broken hearted little sister. I knew what it was like to lose a family member, I had lost Tali, but it never got easier. I sat near Ari's body and I sung, it was what I had to do, a duty to my religion and to my brother.
Gibbs stayed around for a little longer, he saw the pain in my eyes and comforted me, I felt vulnerable and weak, I do not like feeling this way but I knew it couldn't be helped. I am only human.
Gibbs helped me carry Ari's lifeless body up the stairs and offered to help with the arrangements for brining his body back to Tel Aviv, but I declined his offer. I told him he should be mourning for the one he cares about, Agent Todd, not my brother. So he left for Agent Todd's funeral. Then I accompained my brother's body to Tel Aviv.
That was a hard trip, but it was right that I went, I was fulfilling my duty to my family, even if I didn't have much of one.
I did not want to kill Ari, but I had to. It was my duty. I know that. I have accepted that now.
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