Dead and gone (OPEN)

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Somethings we don't talk about and rather do without and just hold a smile.

After killing Ilan Ziva had taken time off, she had disappeared more or like it without a trace or without saying anything to anyone. She needed to clear her head time to think. She knew better than show her face around the bureau but she was sure that her Boss had spoken with her supervisor over at the FBI to make them aware of her time off. She had to apologize to the director for her behavior and explain where she was, in the end she was aloud a second chance. Clocking in a 0500 earlier than required she had got in so she could get some paperwork done, she had been under the scrutiny of many, could she be trusted? No. The conversation between her director and the FBI's played over in her head. What makes you think if she went behind our back that she won't go behind yours?! if She already hasn't? WE can not be liable for her actions Leon. She had taken responsibility, she had acted alone and if that meant she would be suspended or put behind bars..well she didn't like the idea but it was the right thing to do. With some convincing she was left off with a warning, a warning, she had done worse in the past..and even though she had been acquitted she couldn't help but have a guilty conscience.  Removing herself from her desk she went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face, her skin was pale and her hands clammy, she didn't want to talk about the case anymore or Bodnar, what was done was done. The Israeli woman snatched a paper towel from the dispenser and dabbed her face dry. Breath.. she thought to herself, she heard footsteps she exited the bathroom and headed into an abandoned hallway sinking to the floor.

"What have I done?" she had murdered a man out of cold blood..revenge, in a way the former Deputy Director had known that she would..it was like he couldn't live with himself and decided to leave it on her conscience. It seemed like she couldn't get away a new set off footsteps echoed down the hallway she shoved her face into her arms which were folded up and supported by her knees. She hoped that whoever it was would just..go away.

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

text text text "this is your character speaking" Ainsley was back at the BAU. It felt strange to be walking these halls without her usual badge and gun, and sometimes her uniform. But she was still out on maternity leave, and if she came back at all, it would merely as a consultant, and Dave had a lot of strings to pull for that to happen. She missed working, but she loved her babies. She was here on a social visit-she wanted to have lunch with her husband, and she was dressed up for a little more, in case he could take the afternoon off. She admired her blue toenail polish as the elevator opened, and she walked out.

She spotted the brunette woman sitting in the hallway, and at first glance, Ainsley thought it was Paisley. But as she got closer, it was clear it wasn't the tall, nerdy, strange TA but instead it was Ziva David. Ainsley had only met the woman once or twice, and only in passing, but she hated seeing another person cry-and especially another woman. She pulled a tissue from her purse, and held it over the woman's head, pausing.

I don't know what you did, but right now, your makeup is a mess, Miss Da-veed. The Scottish woman's accent totally messed up the Israeli's, but she had tried. Ainsley believed firmly that use of one's name was the most respectful.

What DID you do? Care to share with me? Ainsley sank down onto her bottom, wincing a little. She was still carrying a tiny bit of pregnancy weight, and it made her uncomfortable on her tiny frame. She looked to Ziva with a raised eyebrow and large, searching brown eyes.

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[Julliana Clayworth]

The death of Ilan was still on Julliana's mind. It bothered her, he was killed in cold blood. Julliana had her own problems she needed to cope with. The Thomson's killings bothered her... still. Despite the fact her boss gave her millions of papers to read over, her mind was still on the scene. She herself needed time to think about the killings, even for her it was impossible to grow brittle for a split second.
Her mind was filled with stress, worry, and even fear. Come one, Juli, just get these papers out of the way. She needed a little breather in the lounge room, just falling asleep on the couch; waiting until morning to finish her papers. But no, she had work to do and was going to finish it. She chewed on her pen, thinking of Ilan. She sighed and realized she was procrastinating, Claywoth was famous for that.

It was about 9:00 o'clock PM when her papers were done. She almost ran out her office and into the lounge room. She let out a sigh and a small tear rolled down her face. "I could have saved more then I did..." She cried in her hands, digging her nails in the wall. She blamed herself for the deaths. What control did she have? Not much... She opened the cooler door and grabbed a water bottle out, she almost drank to entire thing. Her fellow FBI agents knew how she felt about the murders, she felt horrible; it ate he alive... She needed more time to cope and needed a friend to talk to.
Juli was concerned about Ziva an wanted to find her, she wanted to give her a hug. She walked into the restrooms for a quick break but saw Ziva. She was puzzled by her, she crouched down over to her. "Are you alright, Ziva?"