Post by zivad on May 17, 2010 13:18:18 GMT -5
Beep Beep Beep.
Ziva woke with a start gun ready to go realizing it was her alarm clock. Looking at it she was ready to get up for the day and was probably going to wake up soon after that anyway. Three thirty am wasn't an unusual time for Ziva David to start her day. She didn't bother with a shower not yet anyway that could wait until after her run. Stretching out like she always did and then changing into her clothes for her run and eating something small to get her metabolism going for the day. She put on her running shoes and headed out the door. Her sweats for jogging didn't mean the mossad officer went without weapons she had a knife strapped to her leg and her cellphone in her pocket. She was never unreachable that was one thing she had learned early on in mossad if you couldn't be reached or you couldn't reach someone else you were likely to be dead or worse.
She was out on the sidewalk running now, just running and thinking like she always did. She had done this when she lived in Israeli starting when she was fourteen granted outside of certain areas weren't safe there so she stayed with in the perimeters here though there was no worry of that so she just ran of course watching for cars who might be coming or going to work in the morning hours. She kept running and thinking about things that she didn't think about much unless she was on a run. Like Talia she had tried to get her younger sister to join her in running when Talia had turned fourteen the same age Ziva had started this insane running in the morning thing. Talia refused though saying that she'd get up that early when she had to perform her duties for the army for two years but never again after that. Little did anyone know that then two years later Talia would be dead. Ziva's mom was still devestated by the death of her innocent child and yes she would be devestated by Ziva's death too if it happened while her mother was a live but Talia had been her mothers favorite.
Ziva was a little frustrated that her sister didn't make it past sixteen what had she done to deserve to die in a suicide bombing. It didn't matter now all that matter right now was the sound of her shoes hitting concrete and her breathing the cool morning air as she ran. This was ziva's routine, early mornings sometimes after late nights of work but still early mornings. Running, and running a full five miles she had made a personal record recently and she intended on breaking it soon by another minute. Ziva was always an early riser. She just kept pushing on with her run it wasn't a struggle for her but she couldn't see someone like Agent Todd, or McGee or Tony out in the early morning running with her. Gibbs maybe but mostly because he had been a marine.
Ziva could feel the sweat trickle down her face as she ran but she just kept running. It helped her clear her mind, it kind of made her calm and let things that were bothering her get out in something productive rather than being somewhere that wasn't all that great. Ziva also took some of her rage out on the shooting range as well. It helped if she wanted to shoot someone that she couldn't shoot she'd just use the range to get rid of that stress.
Ziva woke with a start gun ready to go realizing it was her alarm clock. Looking at it she was ready to get up for the day and was probably going to wake up soon after that anyway. Three thirty am wasn't an unusual time for Ziva David to start her day. She didn't bother with a shower not yet anyway that could wait until after her run. Stretching out like she always did and then changing into her clothes for her run and eating something small to get her metabolism going for the day. She put on her running shoes and headed out the door. Her sweats for jogging didn't mean the mossad officer went without weapons she had a knife strapped to her leg and her cellphone in her pocket. She was never unreachable that was one thing she had learned early on in mossad if you couldn't be reached or you couldn't reach someone else you were likely to be dead or worse.
She was out on the sidewalk running now, just running and thinking like she always did. She had done this when she lived in Israeli starting when she was fourteen granted outside of certain areas weren't safe there so she stayed with in the perimeters here though there was no worry of that so she just ran of course watching for cars who might be coming or going to work in the morning hours. She kept running and thinking about things that she didn't think about much unless she was on a run. Like Talia she had tried to get her younger sister to join her in running when Talia had turned fourteen the same age Ziva had started this insane running in the morning thing. Talia refused though saying that she'd get up that early when she had to perform her duties for the army for two years but never again after that. Little did anyone know that then two years later Talia would be dead. Ziva's mom was still devestated by the death of her innocent child and yes she would be devestated by Ziva's death too if it happened while her mother was a live but Talia had been her mothers favorite.
Ziva was a little frustrated that her sister didn't make it past sixteen what had she done to deserve to die in a suicide bombing. It didn't matter now all that matter right now was the sound of her shoes hitting concrete and her breathing the cool morning air as she ran. This was ziva's routine, early mornings sometimes after late nights of work but still early mornings. Running, and running a full five miles she had made a personal record recently and she intended on breaking it soon by another minute. Ziva was always an early riser. She just kept pushing on with her run it wasn't a struggle for her but she couldn't see someone like Agent Todd, or McGee or Tony out in the early morning running with her. Gibbs maybe but mostly because he had been a marine.
Ziva could feel the sweat trickle down her face as she ran but she just kept running. It helped her clear her mind, it kind of made her calm and let things that were bothering her get out in something productive rather than being somewhere that wasn't all that great. Ziva also took some of her rage out on the shooting range as well. It helped if she wanted to shoot someone that she couldn't shoot she'd just use the range to get rid of that stress.
