A/N: People seemed to enjoy this story, so I decided to write one more chapter, staying close to the theme of "Wicked" the musical. If anyone is interested, I am currently writing a Glee songfic for another Wicked song, as Wicked is a previous obsession of mine. This chapter is set several months later, however, and follows Ziva's thoughts during her citizenship ceremony. The song is "I Couldn't Be Happier". If you don't know the story, the song is basically sung with forced joy, and the singer is getting what she wants but there is something missing that is more important. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or the song!

BTW I always forget to put spoiler alerts, but this one has slight spoilers for Rule 51.

Two empty chairs, two broken promises.

Ziva David recited her oath with Abby, Jimmy, McGee and Ducky at her side. But two people were missing, and in all honesty, those were the people she wanted there the most. Of course, Ziva was happy, this was her special day and she would finally become a true part of the country she loved. But it was not the same.

I couldn't be happier

No, I couldn't be happier

Though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated

Those empty chairs were taunting Ziva, gnawing away at her insides like a virus. They must have had a good reason, otherwise they would be here. How she missed Gibbs' incredible understanding and Tony's loyalty, especially at this moment.

But I couldn't be happier

Simply couldn't be happier

Well, not simply

'Cause getting your dreams, it's strange but it seems a little, well, complicated

There's a kind of, a sort of, cost

There's a couple of things get...lost

She gazed around the room, future citizens of America all around her, people of every colour and size. They were all so happy. She wanted to be happy. She called upon happy memories in her head, pretending they were beside her. She remembered her deep conversations with Gibbs, as that was about as happy as those memories were going to get. Then she recalled Tony. Every memory she could think of: Paris, Somalia, and even just everyday things in good old DC. She visited every one of them, and soon if felt like he was right beside her, even holding her hand. But when she opened her eyes, there was nothing. Just those empty spaces. Luckily, she was able to control her emotions, and stayed steady, but the sadness ached inside of her. Her wonderful day had been turned upside-down. But she supposed it could have been worse. She was fairly popular at NCIS, and people had been congratulating her all week. When it was over, she was glad to be out of there, even though she was now outside on a chilly afternoon. She wasn't angry so much as upset and confused, but no good deed could make up for missing her ceremony without notice or good reason.

And if that joy, that thrill

Doesn't thrill like you think it will, still...

They weren't there. That was why she couldn't be happier.

It's short, I know, but I just wanted to write one more chapter. The whole 'secret reference' thing wasn't exactly obvious in this chapter. I had a bit of trouble and it's a bit scattered. Here is a list:

Luckily, she was able to control her emotions, and stayed steady, but the sadness ached inside of her. Her wonderful day had been turned upside-down. But she supposed it could have been worse. She was fairly popular at NCIS, and people had been congratulating her all week. When it was over, she was glad to be out of there, even though she was now outside on a chilly afternoon. She wasn't angry so much as upset and confused, but no good deed could make up for missing her ceremony without notice or good reason.

Control- Cote de Pablo was the host of this show when she was fifteen

Wonderful, Popular and No Good Deed- songs from Wicked.

I also made a slight reference to 'On My Own' from Les Misrables in another paragraph.

Thanks for reading!