This was a roleplay conversation I had with someone on Bebo. Basically, Sarah is the daughter of Ana David and Jethro Gibbs. Ana is the sister of Ziva and used to go by the name of Tali David. She faked her death. Now Mossad has captured Sarah. Ziva is the one there, but she is Mossad. She has gone back to Mossad and back to killing. What will the consequence be?
BOLD IS WHAT SHE WROTE IN REPLY TO WHAT I WROTE !!!
CHAPTER 1
Sarah was tied to a chair in an empty warehouse just outside Tel Aviv. She wore a white tank top and combat trousers, her hair in loose curls that fell down, almost to her waist. Her body was covered in scars and bruises, and her eyes were empty. Her stance showed her intense training of Mossad. She was the daughter of Ana David, which was another daughter of Mossad Director Eli David. The men surrounding her were Mossad. She was being punished because she had run away from Mossad. It was well known that Eli had taken her when she was 6 and trained her, and also known that she had escaped and spent the past four years in America, but now they had recaptured her. She was terrified but she would not show it, however much the men hurt her.
Ziva had been back home a while now, she had lost her job in NCIS well more like left she choise to stay. As far as Ziva know her brother and only sister where dead and she was freely doing what was ordered though if anything came up she was not happy about she would soon stand up agist it, but so far nothing was to bad.
She had been brought in all she know was to rough someone up alittle which Ziva could be good at, at times she had tried to say no but know if she said it to much she would be the one there. Wearing combats, a white sleeveless top and her wear tired up in a pony tail. Wondering into the room she closed the door pulling her knife out from her belt
Sarah looked up at her aunt, but said nothing, she knew her aunt would be in trouble if she did not do as she was asked, so she looked down to make it easier on her aunt. She was gagged and bound to the chair, her eyes cast downward, blood already staining her skin and clothes. She looked up slightly to watch the knife, and the man behind her grabbed her hair forcing her to look at you, her breathing was harsh, her rib obviously broken already, she tried to avoid eye contact with you, as he demanded she looked at you.
Ziva looked at the guys talking in Hebrew as she always did when at home unless talking to her Anut then she would speakEnglish as she had been the one to teach it her and always make sure she know it well. "Leave us, shes not going to put up a fight"
She glared at the one watching the pair leave the room before she looked back at Sarah not knowing she was family, her father kept to much from her and she know so though never asked dreading to find out what had been kept from her.
Placing the knife on the table along with both guns she always carried. She turned to look at Sarah talking in English just to make sure "You speak English yes?"
Sarah nodded, but stayed silent, she knew her aunt had no idea who she was but she couldnt help the part of her that just wanted her aunt to untie her and take her into her arms
"Thats good then.. as the morons they have here can hardly speak it" She commented leanign agist the table taking the knife turning it in her hand "So hears the deal.. You go back to Mossad i hit you lightly just to make this look real.. Or i do this the hard way and beat you till you go back"
She couldnt help but smile at what she said about them, although it could not be seen because of the gag, she didnt want to go back to mossad, she had built a life in america, she a husband and two children. Sh carried on looking down, she couldnt answer anyways because she was gagged
Ziva had never really wanted to hurt someone unless she had to these days, moving closer she pulled the gag from her lips raising her eyebrows "So whats it to be?" Still talking English knowing no one that was outside the door could talk that much anyway so she was pritty safe to do so
Sarah wanted to make it easier on her aunt, she didnt care about what happened to ehrself, she just wanted her aunt to be okay. she wanted to choose the easy option so that her aunt would not harm her but she said, "I will never go back to Mossad" she said firmly, she didnt want her aunt to be punished for not doing her job, and knew that if someone did not think shedd been punished then her aunt would be harmed, and she couldnt stand the thought of that.
Moving she soon took a hard punch towards the female infront of her soon grabbing the back of the hair pulling her head back she lent closer "See now this is where the problem comes.. Mossad is not something you can just leave and go to have a normal life"
Ziva know thats what she had done but she had managed to as no one would have gone after her one because she was a great agent and the other because Gibbs no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of him
However much sarah tried she couldnt keep her emotions hiddden, not when she knew it was her own aunt, tears streamed down her face, her eyes purposely looking away, the blood trickling down her face, staining her skin, but she knew for this to look real and to prevent her aunt being harmed, she would have to provoke her, "Mossad is a curse, it is dirty" she replied spitefully, she knew it would provoke reaction, but she knew it had to be done
Hitting her twice more this time she couldn't help but add one in lower to her towards the gut area she would soon start on the areas that would hurt more, she stood up looking at her "Its in your body when you join there is no way out unless its death"
Sarah felt sick, the thought of never seeing her husband or children again, or even her mother again flashing in her mind, tears streaming down her face, shed only had her son two days ago, so teh blow to her stomach hurt more than anything, making her double over as much as the ropes would allow, but she still refused to make eye contact. Her blue eyes pointed towards teh floor, glittering with tears
Ziva laughed this time wondering around the chair stopping behide her she pulled her head back once more "What don't i get an answer this time? Shame even a scream would do me but seems i'm not doing myy job right maybe i lost my touch while i been away"
Moving over she picked up her gun locking it she placed it right agist her shoulder knowing if not seen to and fast the blood loss would be great and very painful "Maybe we should try another way.. and i would like to point out the doctor we use to do helping out he was killed a while back so no help"
Sarah felt ill at the laugh, and her tears streamed down her face, the blood from her face trickling down, and begun coverfing her heart locket (which contained the photo of herself and her mother when she was younger), and star of david. she wanted to say something, tell her aunt who she really was, she wanted her aunt to save her, and hold her but she knew if she did, there was a chance of her aunt being harmed, and she couldnt stand that thought, but she knew again provoking would make her react again, "Of course you are not doing it right, you could never hurt me enough to make me want to go back to mossad. it is dirty and it is wrong, i hate it!" she said faking anger, "i shall never go back"
Ziva moved pulling both the kneckless from her dropping the locket and threading on it the star of David though she placed on the table neatly, she might not be fully following her relegon though she always had respect for it and others for that matter of fact brushing her fingers over it soon kicking the neckles that was broke on the floor away from herself calling out in Herbew to the guys outside of the door "Needle now" She placed her hand out soon one came in placing a needle and some form of drug in a bottle to her
She looked up at her aunt, tears streaming down her face, she looked younger than she truly was, but her eyes were full of fear but they showed no hate towards her aunt,, but a glint of adoration and love towards her before she lookede towards teh necklace and smiled that you had left the locket alone
Taking the things she soon was setting the injection up moving over to her she knelt down infront of her "Unlucky for you my brother showed me a few things before he was killed. i know where i can cut you coursing pain though not killing you and even how to get this around your system the fastist.. Its going to be like a bad trip and the only way out is for me to give you the other half" She stood up then injecting it into her
she cried, she wanted her mother, she could not stand this much longer but she knew she had to. she tried to curl up but found she couldnt. "When you finally kill me. please give me back my locket" she said almost child like, loooking at her locket, wanting to see her mother again, wondering if she would ever find out what had happened
Walking back going to leave the mixurte of things to get around her system she picked up the locket placing it next to her before shooting a perfict shot at it soon sending pieces everywhere "oops"
that was what broke her, her eyes were so childlike, as they streamed, her eyes on the locket, her eyes a bright blue like gibbs. it was that that made her scream out in pain, the pain of seeing it broken, everything she had was in that locket, in a sentimental manner. it was everything to her, it was the only thing she had of her mother, she looked at it, she could see the image of her mother and cried. she wanted her mother so much
"So do we have a deal yet.. Yes?" She asked as though making it out that she had a choise but ofcourse she did't have one at all and that was the whole point of this is she did have a choise they would have killler her freely by now, placing her gun back down on the table picking up the other kneckless though this time she held it out,, looking at the star of david having one of the same around her neck like always it never was taken off
Sarah looked at her mothers picture, and remembered that ziva must not see it. she slid her foot to bring the lockt to her, effectively hiding it under her foot, "You will never have a deal, not now, you broke my locket, that was everything to me, i will not fight you, and i shall not make it harder fo ryou, so just shoot me, then this will be over for you, and they wont harm you because you would have done your job ziva" she said, accidnelty letting slip that she knew her name
Ziva soon turned raisisng her eyebrows as she said her name "Not once has anyone said my name or have ai said it.. So your going to tell me how you know my name" She shouted nearly this time showing she was getting mroe pissed off by the moment which would get dangours
"Because I have heard it before" she replied, looking up at you, her eyes looked like gibbs but everythnig else was pure israeli
Moving she lent on the chair her face less then a few intches away from her now staring her right in the eyes "Tell me what i need to know or your not have a tounge
she made eye contact for the first time, "My mother is Ana David, and my father is Jethro Gibbs, you are my aunt" she said quietly
Soon slaping the younger female around the face infront of her "You have your facts wrong somewhere i only had one sister Tali, who was killed so how about this time we go again though you don';t lie" SHe shouted at her still keeping herself close
She lifted her foot from the locket, revealing a photo of Ana, but it was Tali. "I cannot tell you, unless I can trust you, but I cant trust you. I did until you broke my locket, I did not care how much you hurt me physically, but she is my mother and she is everything to me, her, my husband and both my children are my world, all of which were pictured in that" her fingers fidlied with her wedding ring, behind her back
Moving back she picked up the photo looking at it for a good while as it was a young photo she could easily tell her sister out though still not believing it "Whoever gave you this photo is sick my sister was killed in a suaside bombing at the age of sixteen"
"as i said i cannot tell you here, and seeing as you have been told to kill me, i will never tellyou" she looked at the photo, "the reason i ran from mossad is because they took me from my mother when i was 6, i never wanted to be trained, i never wanted them to do thosse things to me, but they did, and i wanted my mom" she sobbed, "i need her, and if i were asked again to chose between her and mossad, i would chose her again"
Ziva laughed shakign her head "I'm not the one ordered to kill you, see the guys out there will have fun doing that i'm just merly a go between" She commented befoer she shook her head "You where brought up to do this there is no way out of that.. Even i know that"
Sarah cried, she was losing everything shed only just found, "But I have US citizenship, My husband is American and so is my father. I believe you used to work for him, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, yes?" she sighed, "To think, Im never gonna get to meet him" she said to herself, and then looked at you, "If I am to be killed, please do it yourself, I will never return to Mossad, if I do, I will never see my babies again. so you might as well kill me, I do not want them knowing anything of Mossad, I want them to have a normal childhood, something I could only dream of" she lookeda at the locket, watching it, the pain and hurt in her eyes were visible now her shield was gone, but it was not for her njuries bu the thought of never seeing her family again, and she felt guilty because she knew that if her mother found out that it was her aunt doing this then, she would go after her.
Ziva moved back looking at her raising his eyebrows towards her alittle shooked at what she had told her though she shook her head "Just because you work for Mossad doesn't mean you don't get to see your family"
Sarah sighed, "I cant risk them being taken, and used like I was. My little girl deserves so much more, and so does my new son. I do not want them to know of my past, and I dont want them to have anything to do with Mossad. They should be taught of teh beauty of Israel but nothing else" she looked up at you, "Would you want your children to be taken from you in the night and forced to be trained and abused?" she asked
"They are never taken and abused" She commented never having it do to herself or anyone she know about "You choise to join then thats it you stay it till death... I know that well i signed up for it myself volentered"
Sarah sighed, "My grandfather took me from my mother when I was six, I know you chose to be Mossad but I never did" she said crying, and looking down
"Maybe because he thought it was for the best... Its with in the family to be Mossad these days" She commented keeping her eyes locked on her now
Sarah looked at you, "Is that what you would want for your child?" she asked again, she looked like a lost child, more than the seventeen year old mother she truly was
Ziva laughed alittle "For my child to know how to look after themselfs.. Yes but the killing no" She commented "And i don't believe my father would make me choise my child to go though it"
"He made me do it" she said quietly, "I am his grandchild, what makes any other child different?" she looked away, this was worse than the hits, becausee she was opening up to her, and she knew her aunt could never care nor love her, like most aunts would
Ziva moved over and slapped her hard around the face "You never talk bad about my father or i will kill you so slowly your think your in hell already" She shouted at her loudly now
Sarah was the spitting image of her mother; Tali or Ana as she was now known as, apart from her fathers blue eyes. She sobbed, not for the slap but the hate in her aunts eyes
Ziva never liked anyone to talk bad about her family though who did. Ziva moved around the room not looking at her at that point "Never say antyhing bad about my father"
Sarah nodded, she did not want to cause her aunt harm in any way so she agreed to not talk about him, although she knew herself that Eli was not the man that Ziva thought he was. But she looked down, tears streaming, she wished her aunt would care about her even half as much as she cared for her fsther.
Ziva know nothign about Sarah or not even sure if she was who she said she was so she really couldn't care about her really, she laughed watching the tears stream down her face "They really not trainned you well have they.. Mossad don't cry its a sign of weakness"
She looked up at you, the image of Tali at her age, "I trust you, that is why I allow my tears, If IT were anyone else here, I would block them out, but I do not see the point"
"Never cry" She commented back loudly knowing it really was agist everything she had been trainned for she had really gone back to this way of living since getting back
Sarah looked up, "My mother said there is nothing wrong with letting emotion show when you are with someone you can trust"
"Who said your able to trust me?" She glared at her for a moment or two "Your mother was always the best of us.. but the rest of us? We're different"
Sarah smiled, "My mother did. She speaks highly of you" she said softly
Ziva turned to look at her "You should be just like your mother and father,.. Not like the animals the rest of this family are like
Sarah nodded, "I wish I were but my training made me into something I dont want to be" she coughed, the blow to her sstomach caused internal bleeding, and blood trickled from her mouth, her face paler
Ziva carried on wondering around herself looking towards her before ahead once more as she paced "The trainned hardness you up.. It doesn't change anything"
She watched her aunt, but didnt say anything, just coughed again, more blood falling down from her lips, she smiled faintly at the thought that whatever happened now, it wouldnt be the men that killed her but her aunt, which she preferred. Her blue eyes looked like Gibbs, as she looked at you, the sparkle in her eyes gradually dissapearing
Calling out then in Hebrew for a doctor to come and seat to her herself she left the room letting the doctor go in, she went to speak to her father at that point knowing there was allot of things she needed to clear up with him
Sarah watched you leave, and looked down, realising you still had the locket, she begun to panic, if her grandfather was to find out about her mother, then he would have her killed, she cried. The doctor made the mistake of untying her to tend to the injuries. Sarah grabbed your gun from the table, holding it to him, he left her be, as she made to follow you, shooting the men outside the door.
Getting out of the building they where holding her in she placed ehr phone to hear ear waiting for her father to answer the phone wondering over to the car she was using she wondered back and forth waiting for someone to answer the other end.
Sarah run to you, grabbing the phone and disconecting it, her eyes begigng you, "Please, If you tell him, he will find her and kill her. I will lose my mother, and you will lose your sister for real this time"
As soon as her hand touched the phone Ziva turned grabbing her arm not caing how rough he was no one touched anything of hers and slamming her agist the car "I need a word with my father.. You touch my phone again no matter if your family or not i will rp your arm off and beat you with it
"I beg you, do not mention my mother, please do not risk her life, can you honestly tell me that you want your own sister to be killed?" she said, not struggling against your hold, as she used her spare hand to give you, your gun back, "You may need it" she said gently, "There is a chance he will go after you too, I want you to be safe"
Ziva kept her hold on her the whole time now "I killed my own brother you think i will not risk asking my father about something i need to know the answer to?" She commented then having infact killed her brother to save Gibbs "He's not stupid enough to go after his own daughter"
She nodded, "I know, and that is why I look up to you, I admire you, but if you want to know of my mother, I can take you to her, I could prove it to you right this second if I could find my cell phone" she sighed, "But he is, he went after my mother, and blamed it on Hamas. He is not the man you think he is, he does not act as a father to you, he is more like a boss, someone to tell you what to do. This is not you Ziva, this is not who you are. Why would you kill your sister, simply to get answers from a man who will lie to you"
WILL ADD TO THIS AS OUR ROLEPLAY CONTINUES