Another story about Sarah. Will contain spanking of a minor in later chapters. Don't like, Don't read. I do not own NCIS. Any input is greatly appreciated.
A Weekend with Ziva
It was Friday, the last day of my three day suspension and I felt free as I walked to the car with dad waiting.
"Hey, dad how's it going?" I asked planting a quick kiss to his cheek. He smiled and pulled the car away from school.
"It's going fine honey. I haven't gotten any recent calls from Dr. Trenton so I would imagine your suspension is over."
"Yes sir it is." I exclaimed excited to be heading home to spend my weekend catching up on all the shows I missed during my grounding.
Dad drove in silence for a few minutes before dropping a bomb on my weekend plans.
"I have to go out of town on a case for a few days."
"What?" I yelled unable to hide my anger. I knew dad's rule about yelling but he had just crushed my freedom.
"You keep up the attitude and you'll be spending the weekend in your room with a sore backside." He cautioned glaring at me.
I sat back in my seat pouting. Why did he have to do this? I was probably going to have to stay with Ducky and have no TV.
"So, I was planning on letting you stay with Ziva. I know how much you look up to her. That is unless you want to stay in your room."
I forgot about my pouting immediately as I registered what dad had just said. I felt a smile creping across my face. I loved spending time with Ziva just as much as I loved hanging out with Abby. Dad made sure I had female mentors since mom left 2 years ago.
"No, no. That's awesome Daddy thank you. I love you." I exclaimed hugging him making him swerve the car.
He laughed. "Okay, okay. Your bag is packed in the trunk. We're headed there now."
"Wait, she's not going with you? Is she ok?" I asked puzzled since dad took Ziva on just about every case.
"No, she fractured her wrist in fight with a suspect yesterday. She was more than happy to have you over when I asked." Suddenly the weekend didn't look so bad after all.
When we reached Ziva's apartment her door flew open and I was quickly wrapped in a tight hug with an arm sling between us. Dad stood by silently happy to see his girls excited before walking us into the apartment. I threw my bag on the couch and dad motioned with his finger that I was to follow him to the kitchen. I had a feeling I knew what this was about.
"Now, while I want you to have fun this weekend I want you to behave. Ziva is in charge and has as much authority as if it were me. I better not hear about any acting up. Is that clear?" He warned staring at me making sure I heard him.
"Yes sir. Crystal." I jokingly mocked. I turned to go back to the living room when I felt a solid smack on my backside.
"Don't be smart and behave." I heard whispered in my ear before he walked to the door. "Ziva, keep an eye on her and rest your arm. I better hear good things from both of you when I get back." He advised before kissing both our foreheads and walked out.