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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Famine
Other characters: Julian Bashir
IN CHARACTER
Name: Ziva David
Fandom: NCIS
Canon point/AU: AU
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PB: Cote de Pablo
History: Canonical
Ziva's family hailed from District 6, her father Eli being the head of the District's Peacekeepers and therefore a modestly powerful man. Her mother, Rivka, is no longer in the picture--whether she's dead or had left the family is completely unclear, Ziva doesn't even know herself. She has a younger sister, Tali, and had an older half-brother, Ari.
Ziva and Ari were their father's star pupils. Eli David wanted nothing more than for the two of them to follow in his footsteps and be Peacekeepers, the best they could be. To this end, he trained them hard from a young age, teaching them fighting techniques and leaving them to survive alone in the desert that surrounded their home--they were to make it back home themselves, or they'd die. They were also drilled in Capitol history, and Eli encouraged in both of them a complete loyalty to the government. The both of them learned fast, and grew up fast. And despite their names being put in for the Reaping every year, both of them managed to avoid it for the majority of the years they were eligible. Then they simply ran into a lot of bad luck.
The year of the 59th Games, both Ziva David, age 16, and Ari Haswari, 18, were drawn from the bowls. No one stepped up to volunteer for them. Neither of them expected anyone to.
Ari immediately took a position of leadership between the two of them, setting up the strategy that they'd follow--Ziva would pretend helplessness, Ari would present himself as the more skilled of the two of them despite her abilities being near to or even greater than his. When they arrived at the Capitol, Ziva kept completely to that act. Instead of showing her immense skill with throwing knives, bow, and hand-to-hand fighting, she pretended to be weak and afraid of the Tributes around her, and stuck like a burr to Ari's side. They showed none of the survival skills they'd learned, and Ari only a slight amount of his true skill. The two of them aimed to be misjudged. Their scores only proved that they were--Ziva ranked at a 5, Ari at a 7. No one thought either of them would be the one to watch. Which is, of course, just how they wanted it.
Between the two of them, they turned the Arena upside-down. (Further elaboration in the appropriate section below.)
Of course, only one could survive, and that one was Ziva. Shaken deeply by the death of her brother at her own hand, she returned to District 6, and lived there in quiet solitude, speaking only sometimes with her sister Tali and not at all with Eli. She gets on well with the people of her District, providing where she can, and has done nothing else over the last 16 years to cause any waves. She only appears in the Capitol when requested of her, stays as short a time as possible, then leaves again.
Presentation:
Ziva is highly intelligent, playful, yet possessed of a calm certainty and a willingness to buckle down and get shit done. She's not easily intimidated, and quite often she knows she's the most dangerous person in the room. She hasn't let her skills slide at all since she was in the Arena, and is actually, perhaps, more dangerous now than she was then. The loyalty she held toward the Capitol and her father before being tossed into the Arena has turned into something aimless--because she's certainly not loyal to them anymore, nor to Eli. She is fiercely devoted to her sister and what friends she does have, but there's not many of the latter. She simply doesn't bother making a lot of them, almost doesn't know how--not a lot of her childhood was spent socializing, and after the Games, she didn't see much point in it anymore.
She can at least pretend at the social song and dance of the Capitol, and when she is around she's smiling and witty, flirtatious, and very much engaged in their games. But one of the things her father and Ari both taught her is how to act, and she does it well. In reality, she'd rather do nothing more than live her life quietly and left alone. Her preference is for no-nonsense, blunt, factual speech. She doesn't mince her words and she definitely doesn't hold anything back unless she has reason to. She doesn't talk about herself, she'd rather dodge the question entirely or redirect onto more neutral ground. Unfortunately for her, this tends to give her an air of mystery that everyone eats right up, which is rather counterproductive. Aside from her bluntness, Ziva is also not incredibly patient by nature. She can be, but she prefers to to take an active role in whatever she's doing. She's not good with sitting around and waiting, or talking. And God help you if you need to come to her about feelings, because she will act like you just handed her a ticking time bomb full of spiders. She can listen and perhaps even give advice, but you'll have to put up with the 'what' face until she gets with it.
She doesn't trust a lot of people, and in turn doesn't expect them to trust her. But she can be very loyal once her trust is won. If it's lost, though, you best not be wanting it back, because you're not gonna get it.
She doesn't have many interests beyond the stereotypically masculine--she's beautiful, but also carries herself and acts in a tomboyish manner. Her mannerisms also carry over to her appearance in regard to clothing and makeup--Ziva tends to prefer dusty earth tones and simple, servicable, solid clothing and hairstyles, and it takes a fight to get her into something like one of the Capitol's preferred extravagant outfits. When stylists get their hands on her, they tend to compromise by dressing her like a man, or in ridiculous post-apocalyptic looking nonsense with way too many belts and zippers and a smoky eye that looks like she escaped a panda convention.
Motivations:
Ziva is not in a restful place in her spirit. She was raised to be utterly loyal to the Capitol, and after her own experience in the Arena, she finally realized that it was a load of donkey shit. She knows that other people feel the same way. But she simply doesn't know what to do about it. For the moment, she's only interested in protecting herself and her own--her District, her family. But she's also still incredibly conflicted over the death of her brother--her loyalty was also to her family, and despite knowing going in that only one of them, if either, could have survived the Arena, she wishes it would have been him.
She's jaded, she's bitter, but she's not quite pissed off enough to do something about it. She hasn't drowned herself in drink, hasn't started to take drugs to kill the pain, she's simply too stubborn for something like that. All she really wants to do is make life a little better for her people, stay out of the Capitol's way, and not attract any more attention than she needs to.
She's also, rather notably, not all too pleased with the setup of the current Games. After all, these people come back, and they don't belong here. She thinks she doesn't really care. She also is angry that they can come back and no one else can. This will likely manifest itself in anger towards some of the Tributes, until she gets to know some of them.
Setting:
Her reaction to the Games themselves will be a whole lot of nothing--she's been there. She's actually not all that conflicted about what she had to do to survive, aside from the notable. Only one person was going to make it out, and hey, she had the skills for it to be her.
She'll be more pissed off about being dragged back to the Capitol and having to train a bunch of people she doesn't really care about. Until she starts caring about them. Then things might get messy for her. Despite her critical social fail, it's pretty much inevitable.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Moments like this were the main reason Ziva wanted to be left alone in District 6. There, no one asked her what she thought of the Games--everyone there hated them just as much as she did. She'd been content to be old news, after more Victors had taken her place to be Mentors to the new rounds of fodder for the Capitol's amusement. She could spend her days as she pleased, there. Speak with Tali, who knew better than to mention their brother, the Games, or anything of the like. Or not speak to anyone, for weeks if she wanted.
Here, people were asking her opinion on the slaughter. It was just as mundane as the weather to them.
To be honest, she was terribly angry. Here, these people were killed, and came back. Ari hadn't come back. None of the people who had lost family to the Capitol were ever going to see them again--and while sometimes these off-worlders didn't come back again, most often it was the same faces, over and over. She was surprised the Capitol hadn't gotten bored of it by now.
She could have ignored the question. They were used to her by now, her silence and bluntness. She could be pardoned it. But, well.]
I really could care less.
Prose:
Ziva had been here before. She hadn't been scared then, either. Evidently they'd forgotten what she was capable of, over sixteen years--or else they wouldn't have bothered with this charade. It barely even seemed to register with her that this was wrong, only the slightest hint of her disgust and anger showing on her face. They probably mistook it for annoyance.
If it wasn't for the force field, she'd be tempted to show them just how annoyed she was.
"Ziva David. District 6."
Oh yes, she still remembered this song and dance. But this time, Ari wasn't guiding her steps. She had no reason to play at innocence--they wouldn't have believed her if she tried.
She'd cast an eye over the tables the second she'd entered the room. They were stocked with the same sorts of weapons they had been sixteen years ago, and she was familiar with each and every one of them. Spears, swords, clubs, axes--all well and good, but too clumsy for her tastes. Too brutal. Not enough control. The ranged weapons were more acceptable, but the bow didn't draw her attention. It was fragile, compared to everything else, if the string broke she'd be out of luck. Not fucked--her bare hands were deadly enough--but it would be inconvenient.
Ziva liked knives. They were solid, reliable, could be thrown or used close up. She'd used them to great success before. They were what she returned to now.
In a flash, eight of them were secreted away in her loose clothing. She held her hands out theatrically, as if performing a magic trick--here one second, gone the next. There was nothing to indicate where they were, unless you'd been very carefully watching where she tucked them away.
Eight knives. Four targets. And soon four targets that would have been four very dead people, knives stuck and quivering in chests and necks. Silently, she inclined her head--let them say anything. She was done here.
What is your character scored:
Originally going into her Arena, Ziva deliberately hid the extent of her ability, and therefore ranked about a 5. She then handily proved that was not the case, with her and Ari tearing through other Tributes or simply surviving while the harsh weather wore the others down. If she were to be re-ranked now, she would be easily at an 11. She has undeniable skill with hand-to-hand fighting, weapons of all sorts, improvised and otherwise, is willing and able to kill, and knows how to survive in the wilderness. She's clever, and rather likable when she wants to be--even her blunt honesty can be refreshing more so than jarring.
Additional information:
Please describe your character's arena, and their relationship with the Capitol since.
Ziva was the Victor of the 59th Hunger Games, an arena that took place in a desert scrub--perfect for Ziva and Ari, who'd grown up in such conditions, being left out in the wilds for days at a time by their father to practice survival skills. The two of them took the tactic of, before going in, pretending that they weren't half as skilled as they actually were in order to reduce the thought that the two of them were a threat. Ziva's score mostly came from her sharp wit and likability, and not her formidable skill with weapons and combat. Once they were actually in the Arena, though, all bets were off.
The two of them were steadfast allies. They kept alive by utilizing the survival skills they'd learned from hard experience, waiting for other Tributes to get weaker from hunger or thirst before picking them off in the dead of night, taking what supplies they had for themselves. A couple of times, they were caught out in broad daylight--it didn't end well for those attacking the siblings. Between the two seeming underdogs from District 6 and the Careers, the numbers of the other Tributes were decimated before they all caught on that Ziva and Ari were far more than they appeared. It was only two weeks before six were left: the boy and girl from District 1, a boy from 2, and a girl from 4, and Ziva and Ari. They played cat and mouse for a couple of days, before everything came to a head--the four Career tributes managed to ambush Ari and Ziva in the rocky hills the siblings had been holing up in. Ziva was injured, fighting them off--but she did get the boy from 2 with a thrown knife, square in the chest. Ari ran the other three off, then returned to hide Ziva. She was barely conscious, unable to stop him when he said he was going to end this game, and left her to have a final stand-off with the remaining three Careers.
Ari won. Barely. Grievously wounded, he made his way back to where Ziva was. She was horrified to see her brother, soaked through with blood--and even more horrified when he gave her his knife and told her to finish him off. Only one of them could win. Ari intended it to be her, wasn't going to survive long anyway, and was suffering. So she did it. The loyalty of the two District 6 Tributes--the Capitol loved it. They didn't even know that the two of them were siblings.
His death is the only thing Ziva regrets about her victory. And she's furious that the Capitol made her do it, still heartbroken, and hates herself for betraying him, even if he told her to. Ziva's relationship to the Capitol ever since is outwardly nothing special--she plays along, when she has to, and keeps to herself when she can. But under the calm surface, she's one spark away from exploding.
What district is your character from? How do they feel about home?:
Ziva is from District 6, and has a good amount of loyalty to her District--she's proud to be from it, and proud of her heritage there. She lives there much of the time, only coming back at the request of the Capitol to be a Mentor to the District 6 tributes. She's well-liked there, and hasn't rocked the boat since she won, seemingly content to live quietly in the Victor's Village.
In reality, she's kept her skills sharp, and her anger seething below the surface. She's restrained enough to keep it under wraps, and will not do anything that will risk harm to the people of her District.
What is your reasoning for the capitol to include your canon doppelganger if they app in?
Ziva David is a dangerous woman no matter what world she's from--in fact, her canon version is likely moreso. She's an assassin, an investigator, intelligent, scary, and not afraid to speak her mind. She wouldn't even begin to accept the Capitol's game lying down as her AU version does. Her past is riddled with terrible things, torture, murder, betrayal, and yet she's always stronger for it. She would be entertaining to watch, and to the AU Ziva, it would be a reminder that the Capitol could always throw her back in there. Perhaps bring Ari, and force her to watch him die again.
But seeing canon!Ziva might also inspire her to do something more rash...
Name: Famine
Other characters: Julian Bashir
IN CHARACTER
Name: Ziva David
Fandom: NCIS
Canon point/AU: AU
Journal:
sabraPB: Cote de Pablo
History: Canonical
Ziva's family hailed from District 6, her father Eli being the head of the District's Peacekeepers and therefore a modestly powerful man. Her mother, Rivka, is no longer in the picture--whether she's dead or had left the family is completely unclear, Ziva doesn't even know herself. She has a younger sister, Tali, and had an older half-brother, Ari.
Ziva and Ari were their father's star pupils. Eli David wanted nothing more than for the two of them to follow in his footsteps and be Peacekeepers, the best they could be. To this end, he trained them hard from a young age, teaching them fighting techniques and leaving them to survive alone in the desert that surrounded their home--they were to make it back home themselves, or they'd die. They were also drilled in Capitol history, and Eli encouraged in both of them a complete loyalty to the government. The both of them learned fast, and grew up fast. And despite their names being put in for the Reaping every year, both of them managed to avoid it for the majority of the years they were eligible. Then they simply ran into a lot of bad luck.
The year of the 59th Games, both Ziva David, age 16, and Ari Haswari, 18, were drawn from the bowls. No one stepped up to volunteer for them. Neither of them expected anyone to.
Ari immediately took a position of leadership between the two of them, setting up the strategy that they'd follow--Ziva would pretend helplessness, Ari would present himself as the more skilled of the two of them despite her abilities being near to or even greater than his. When they arrived at the Capitol, Ziva kept completely to that act. Instead of showing her immense skill with throwing knives, bow, and hand-to-hand fighting, she pretended to be weak and afraid of the Tributes around her, and stuck like a burr to Ari's side. They showed none of the survival skills they'd learned, and Ari only a slight amount of his true skill. The two of them aimed to be misjudged. Their scores only proved that they were--Ziva ranked at a 5, Ari at a 7. No one thought either of them would be the one to watch. Which is, of course, just how they wanted it.
Between the two of them, they turned the Arena upside-down. (Further elaboration in the appropriate section below.)
Of course, only one could survive, and that one was Ziva. Shaken deeply by the death of her brother at her own hand, she returned to District 6, and lived there in quiet solitude, speaking only sometimes with her sister Tali and not at all with Eli. She gets on well with the people of her District, providing where she can, and has done nothing else over the last 16 years to cause any waves. She only appears in the Capitol when requested of her, stays as short a time as possible, then leaves again.
Presentation:
Ziva is highly intelligent, playful, yet possessed of a calm certainty and a willingness to buckle down and get shit done. She's not easily intimidated, and quite often she knows she's the most dangerous person in the room. She hasn't let her skills slide at all since she was in the Arena, and is actually, perhaps, more dangerous now than she was then. The loyalty she held toward the Capitol and her father before being tossed into the Arena has turned into something aimless--because she's certainly not loyal to them anymore, nor to Eli. She is fiercely devoted to her sister and what friends she does have, but there's not many of the latter. She simply doesn't bother making a lot of them, almost doesn't know how--not a lot of her childhood was spent socializing, and after the Games, she didn't see much point in it anymore.
She can at least pretend at the social song and dance of the Capitol, and when she is around she's smiling and witty, flirtatious, and very much engaged in their games. But one of the things her father and Ari both taught her is how to act, and she does it well. In reality, she'd rather do nothing more than live her life quietly and left alone. Her preference is for no-nonsense, blunt, factual speech. She doesn't mince her words and she definitely doesn't hold anything back unless she has reason to. She doesn't talk about herself, she'd rather dodge the question entirely or redirect onto more neutral ground. Unfortunately for her, this tends to give her an air of mystery that everyone eats right up, which is rather counterproductive. Aside from her bluntness, Ziva is also not incredibly patient by nature. She can be, but she prefers to to take an active role in whatever she's doing. She's not good with sitting around and waiting, or talking. And God help you if you need to come to her about feelings, because she will act like you just handed her a ticking time bomb full of spiders. She can listen and perhaps even give advice, but you'll have to put up with the 'what' face until she gets with it.
She doesn't trust a lot of people, and in turn doesn't expect them to trust her. But she can be very loyal once her trust is won. If it's lost, though, you best not be wanting it back, because you're not gonna get it.
She doesn't have many interests beyond the stereotypically masculine--she's beautiful, but also carries herself and acts in a tomboyish manner. Her mannerisms also carry over to her appearance in regard to clothing and makeup--Ziva tends to prefer dusty earth tones and simple, servicable, solid clothing and hairstyles, and it takes a fight to get her into something like one of the Capitol's preferred extravagant outfits. When stylists get their hands on her, they tend to compromise by dressing her like a man, or in ridiculous post-apocalyptic looking nonsense with way too many belts and zippers and a smoky eye that looks like she escaped a panda convention.
Motivations:
Ziva is not in a restful place in her spirit. She was raised to be utterly loyal to the Capitol, and after her own experience in the Arena, she finally realized that it was a load of donkey shit. She knows that other people feel the same way. But she simply doesn't know what to do about it. For the moment, she's only interested in protecting herself and her own--her District, her family. But she's also still incredibly conflicted over the death of her brother--her loyalty was also to her family, and despite knowing going in that only one of them, if either, could have survived the Arena, she wishes it would have been him.
She's jaded, she's bitter, but she's not quite pissed off enough to do something about it. She hasn't drowned herself in drink, hasn't started to take drugs to kill the pain, she's simply too stubborn for something like that. All she really wants to do is make life a little better for her people, stay out of the Capitol's way, and not attract any more attention than she needs to.
She's also, rather notably, not all too pleased with the setup of the current Games. After all, these people come back, and they don't belong here. She thinks she doesn't really care. She also is angry that they can come back and no one else can. This will likely manifest itself in anger towards some of the Tributes, until she gets to know some of them.
Setting:
Her reaction to the Games themselves will be a whole lot of nothing--she's been there. She's actually not all that conflicted about what she had to do to survive, aside from the notable. Only one person was going to make it out, and hey, she had the skills for it to be her.
She'll be more pissed off about being dragged back to the Capitol and having to train a bunch of people she doesn't really care about. Until she starts caring about them. Then things might get messy for her. Despite her critical social fail, it's pretty much inevitable.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Moments like this were the main reason Ziva wanted to be left alone in District 6. There, no one asked her what she thought of the Games--everyone there hated them just as much as she did. She'd been content to be old news, after more Victors had taken her place to be Mentors to the new rounds of fodder for the Capitol's amusement. She could spend her days as she pleased, there. Speak with Tali, who knew better than to mention their brother, the Games, or anything of the like. Or not speak to anyone, for weeks if she wanted.
Here, people were asking her opinion on the slaughter. It was just as mundane as the weather to them.
To be honest, she was terribly angry. Here, these people were killed, and came back. Ari hadn't come back. None of the people who had lost family to the Capitol were ever going to see them again--and while sometimes these off-worlders didn't come back again, most often it was the same faces, over and over. She was surprised the Capitol hadn't gotten bored of it by now.
She could have ignored the question. They were used to her by now, her silence and bluntness. She could be pardoned it. But, well.]
I really could care less.
Prose:
Ziva had been here before. She hadn't been scared then, either. Evidently they'd forgotten what she was capable of, over sixteen years--or else they wouldn't have bothered with this charade. It barely even seemed to register with her that this was wrong, only the slightest hint of her disgust and anger showing on her face. They probably mistook it for annoyance.
If it wasn't for the force field, she'd be tempted to show them just how annoyed she was.
"Ziva David. District 6."
Oh yes, she still remembered this song and dance. But this time, Ari wasn't guiding her steps. She had no reason to play at innocence--they wouldn't have believed her if she tried.
She'd cast an eye over the tables the second she'd entered the room. They were stocked with the same sorts of weapons they had been sixteen years ago, and she was familiar with each and every one of them. Spears, swords, clubs, axes--all well and good, but too clumsy for her tastes. Too brutal. Not enough control. The ranged weapons were more acceptable, but the bow didn't draw her attention. It was fragile, compared to everything else, if the string broke she'd be out of luck. Not fucked--her bare hands were deadly enough--but it would be inconvenient.
Ziva liked knives. They were solid, reliable, could be thrown or used close up. She'd used them to great success before. They were what she returned to now.
In a flash, eight of them were secreted away in her loose clothing. She held her hands out theatrically, as if performing a magic trick--here one second, gone the next. There was nothing to indicate where they were, unless you'd been very carefully watching where she tucked them away.
Eight knives. Four targets. And soon four targets that would have been four very dead people, knives stuck and quivering in chests and necks. Silently, she inclined her head--let them say anything. She was done here.
What is your character scored:
Originally going into her Arena, Ziva deliberately hid the extent of her ability, and therefore ranked about a 5. She then handily proved that was not the case, with her and Ari tearing through other Tributes or simply surviving while the harsh weather wore the others down. If she were to be re-ranked now, she would be easily at an 11. She has undeniable skill with hand-to-hand fighting, weapons of all sorts, improvised and otherwise, is willing and able to kill, and knows how to survive in the wilderness. She's clever, and rather likable when she wants to be--even her blunt honesty can be refreshing more so than jarring.
Additional information:
Please describe your character's arena, and their relationship with the Capitol since.
Ziva was the Victor of the 59th Hunger Games, an arena that took place in a desert scrub--perfect for Ziva and Ari, who'd grown up in such conditions, being left out in the wilds for days at a time by their father to practice survival skills. The two of them took the tactic of, before going in, pretending that they weren't half as skilled as they actually were in order to reduce the thought that the two of them were a threat. Ziva's score mostly came from her sharp wit and likability, and not her formidable skill with weapons and combat. Once they were actually in the Arena, though, all bets were off.
The two of them were steadfast allies. They kept alive by utilizing the survival skills they'd learned from hard experience, waiting for other Tributes to get weaker from hunger or thirst before picking them off in the dead of night, taking what supplies they had for themselves. A couple of times, they were caught out in broad daylight--it didn't end well for those attacking the siblings. Between the two seeming underdogs from District 6 and the Careers, the numbers of the other Tributes were decimated before they all caught on that Ziva and Ari were far more than they appeared. It was only two weeks before six were left: the boy and girl from District 1, a boy from 2, and a girl from 4, and Ziva and Ari. They played cat and mouse for a couple of days, before everything came to a head--the four Career tributes managed to ambush Ari and Ziva in the rocky hills the siblings had been holing up in. Ziva was injured, fighting them off--but she did get the boy from 2 with a thrown knife, square in the chest. Ari ran the other three off, then returned to hide Ziva. She was barely conscious, unable to stop him when he said he was going to end this game, and left her to have a final stand-off with the remaining three Careers.
Ari won. Barely. Grievously wounded, he made his way back to where Ziva was. She was horrified to see her brother, soaked through with blood--and even more horrified when he gave her his knife and told her to finish him off. Only one of them could win. Ari intended it to be her, wasn't going to survive long anyway, and was suffering. So she did it. The loyalty of the two District 6 Tributes--the Capitol loved it. They didn't even know that the two of them were siblings.
His death is the only thing Ziva regrets about her victory. And she's furious that the Capitol made her do it, still heartbroken, and hates herself for betraying him, even if he told her to. Ziva's relationship to the Capitol ever since is outwardly nothing special--she plays along, when she has to, and keeps to herself when she can. But under the calm surface, she's one spark away from exploding.
What district is your character from? How do they feel about home?:
Ziva is from District 6, and has a good amount of loyalty to her District--she's proud to be from it, and proud of her heritage there. She lives there much of the time, only coming back at the request of the Capitol to be a Mentor to the District 6 tributes. She's well-liked there, and hasn't rocked the boat since she won, seemingly content to live quietly in the Victor's Village.
In reality, she's kept her skills sharp, and her anger seething below the surface. She's restrained enough to keep it under wraps, and will not do anything that will risk harm to the people of her District.
What is your reasoning for the capitol to include your canon doppelganger if they app in?
Ziva David is a dangerous woman no matter what world she's from--in fact, her canon version is likely moreso. She's an assassin, an investigator, intelligent, scary, and not afraid to speak her mind. She wouldn't even begin to accept the Capitol's game lying down as her AU version does. Her past is riddled with terrible things, torture, murder, betrayal, and yet she's always stronger for it. She would be entertaining to watch, and to the AU Ziva, it would be a reminder that the Capitol could always throw her back in there. Perhaps bring Ari, and force her to watch him die again.
But seeing canon!Ziva might also inspire her to do something more rash...