Click!

Floor ten of seventy seven. Grim sighed, propping his foot on the glass wall of the elevator. It was gonna be a while. He peered behind him, watching the treetops becoming smaller as he went higher in altitude.

After several minutes, the elevator came to a stop, its golden doors sliding open. He had arrived at the highest floor of the hotel, the stainglass crown that sat peacefully on the top of the structure.

Ziva's private quarters.

The marble floor was white, but the ceiling send down rays of colored light, making it appear as more of a kaleidoscope. Reds, blues, greens, purples, and pinks bled into a mishmash of ethereal air.

In the center of it all, Ziva stood, basking in the almost magic light. She stood before a pedestal, hands wrapped around a sparkling crystal ball.

"Greetings, Grimslay," she murmured, not moving her eyes up.

"Ziva...Can we talk?"

Ziva smiled, a welcoming expression. "Of course, Grimslay. What's on your mind?"

Grim swallowed, throat suddenly dry. "How much do you know about Eris?"

Author's Note- everytime i accidentally type "eros" instead of "eris" i lose a year off my life