Ok all. First let me just say I LOVE NCIS. However I didn't watch it from the beginning so I haven't seen all of the episodes yet, so I apologize if I miss something or if I might have screwed a detail up. Also this is my first try with NCIS fan fiction so I ask that you are nice. Thank you.
PS. Not sure if I am pairing anyone yet.
PPS. I just want to thank the fabulous NCIS writers on fan for giving me the inspiration and the courage to write this story!
Ch1
Ziva David-Jenson looked angrily in the mirror. She had a bruise on her right eye, and her lip was severely cut. She couldn't believe she let her husband Cal do this to her. AGAIN. Usually Ziva could see a physical altercation coming from a mile away. She was a former Mossad agent. She was trained for this stuff. However, when it came to Cal, she was just so in love with him, she would let her guard down around him. She berated herself for doing so. It didn't happen all the time, but it was happening too often…when he came home drunk. When she went to work at NCIS as a Special Agent, she would cover up the bruises and pretend that nothing was wrong. She knew that if her boss Special Agent Gibbs, and her partners Special Agent Tony Dinozzo and Special Agent Tim McGee found out, all hell would break lose. They would kill Cal. She also couldn't help but think it was her fault. She wasn't sure why she let it happen, but she did know she had enough, and she was getting out of there. She walked into the bedroom to pack, and she knew where she was going.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was deep in thought as he sanded his boat. He couldn't stop thinking about Ziva. She seemed so distracted lately at work, but she wouldn't tell him what was going on. Typical Ziva. Always keeping things to herself. He was hoping that she would break and talk to him. He sighed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon. Ziva was like his daughter, just like Abby was, and he couldn't stand to see her hurt.
Ziva pulled up to Gibbs house. This was one spot where she KNEW she would feel safe. Gibbs was like a father to her. Even more than her biological father Eli David who was the Director of Mossad. That bastard. What he did to her. Ziva got out of the car with her bag and locked it up. She didn't want to think about Somalia. She opened the unlocked door and walked in, knowing where to find Gibbs. She walked down to the basement, where Gibbs saw her out of the corner of his eye. "Ziver." She wanted to kick herself as she didn't want to cry, but when she saw him, her bottom lip quivered and the tears spilled down her cheeks. "Gibbs. I really need your help."