AFTER SHE LEFT THE BAR

A bit of something I turned out tonight after watching the latest episode. Not much but it seemed to want to come out!!

AFTER SHE LEFT THE BAR

Ziva stared through the glass of the door at Michael talking on his phone with his lost now found Devon and she smiled. Perhaps they would make it somehow. She wishes them well.

She walked back to her car and opened the door. Before getting in she stopped. She was so tired. Tears came unbidden to her eyes. She angrily brushed them away and got in the car.

Gibbs said to trust her judgment. Ha…trust her judgment. Her track record with men was zero. First Roy, now Michael. And Tony, ah, Tony, that never went anywhere. Maybe she should just concentrate on killing them instead of trying to find someone to; well, really what did she want? Someone to have sex with when she got the urge? Someone to set up housekeeping with? Someone to have a life and children with?

Who was she joking? Ziva David had nothing like that in her future.

Three blocks from her apartment she stopped in front of the little bar she sometimes frequented. It was run by an older married couple, Marie and Tom, and they would show her pictures of their grandchildren occasionally. She felt safe there.

She went in and sat at the bar on the old red plastic covered stool. Marie waved at her and nodded she'd be down to take her order in a minute. Ziva looked at the old pictures behind the bar while she waited. They were autographed pictures of athletes, mainly baseball players, and a few actors here and there. She had identified some of the people in them over the past 3 years but there was one picture of a beautiful woman with long dark hair and a flower behind her ear that always caught her eye. The woman was wearing a short wraparound dress of some sort and a lei. She'd never found out who she was. Ziva stood up and leaned across the old, scratched bar trying to see the picture more clearly.

"It's Dorothy Lamour."

She turned and looked over her shoulder. Tony stood there looking at the picture too.

"She was really popular in the 40s and 50s, made lots of 'Road to…' pictures with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. The GIs during World War II made her into a popular pinup girl, her and her sarong."

Ziva sat down on her stool again and turned all the way around to face him. He was dressed casually in jeans and sweatshirt. He smiled at her.

"Why are you here, Tony?"

He didn't say anything for a moment or two.

"I thought you might want that drink now. I'll do all the talking if you still don't want to say anything."

She just sat there, still not saying anything. After a minute he came and sat down on the stool next to her.

"My favorite picture she did with Hope and Crosby was 'Road to Bali'. She was absolutely gorgeous in that one. You know, you kind of remind me of her sometimes. Of course, I've never seen you in a sarong but I bet…"

She put her hand on his arm, he stopped talking.

"Thanks. Tony."

He put his hand over hers and squeezed.

Marie came up then and asked what Ziva and her friend wanted to drink. Tony looked at her and she nodded.

Tony said, "I'll have whatever you got on tap and Ziva will have…?"

"A mojito."

"My friend Ziva will have a mojito."

He squeezed her hand again and then pointed at another picture.

"You know who that is up there, Ziva. That's Gene Autry, a famous singing cowboy."

He kept on rambling about the various people he recognized as she drank her mojito and enjoyed the moment.