Being on your own at the holidays sucked, especially when your family, like Zane’s, at best could be described as…..absentee. His parents were in Europe half the year or so it seemed, and even when they were home, they were never around. The home staff were strictly professional and half of them were from the Philippines or Eastern Europe and barely spoke English. His parents insisted on home schooling him, considering public education to be a joke, which only added to the isolation. Yeah, it’d be fair to say he was lonely.
One thing his parents did provide was all sorts of odd bits and ends, antiques from their travels to Europe and elsewhere—-including an odd diamond ring that supposedly possessed the power to grant wishes. Feeling like an idiot, Zane nonetheless slipped it on, softly murmuring “I wish I would never be lonely again.” There was an odd hum, then a pulsating beam of light shot out from the ring and struck Zane in the chest.
Ziva awoke to find herself dressed in lingerie in their dining room, waiting for her fiancé to awaken and surprise him. It was Christmas Day, after all—-she would never be lonely again.