Connections

Fan Fiction Story By: Sam Richardson

Chapter One- First Shift

It is scary to think that all of our lives were and are somehow connected. Whether it be through relation, sex, romance, friendship, or just a casual and simple meeting in a local grocery store; it's still all very scary to think that it connects all. It connects us as a species, as a group, as a community, never ending until you reach to last and first human. Now, the thing of it is... these connections, they change. However gradual or constant, it can and tends to change. It changed the day that Ziva David met her mentor. Another connection had been made.

Her name was Ziva David, a highly capable and rather young fresh out of the military Mossad officer. She was eighteen years old and felt ready to face the world with her weapons aimed high up into the sky. That afternoon, the sun blazing into her quarters with much intensity, the Israeli was summoned from her room and to her father, Deputy Director David's office. The halls seemed like short little obstacles to walk, and she strode on sturdy and well trained feet. Upon arriving at the door, she knocked.

"Come in, come in already... enough of the banging." Eli's voice rang out with authoritative valor.

The five foot seven inches brunette opened the door and smiled slightly to her father. Though, with a slight turn of her head, she saw her. Her mentor stood before her. The woman's hair was pulled back into a loose braid. She wore a pair of khaki cargo pants with a form fitting blouse with intricately designed buttons. Ziva, who seemed fascinated by the woman from the moment she laid eyes on her, allowed those very eyes to linger with much admiration. Stunned to the core, she stood there, feeling her heart frantic within her chest. What was she to do now? And then, the stranger made it easier for her, and stepped forward, hand extended.

"Hello, Ziva... my name is Monique Lisson." She introduced, her accent ringing out like the affectation of heaven's angels singing to her with melodious harmony.

Ziva could feel herself weakening in the knees and she did not understand this feeling. Not at all. Not only had she not known this woman five minutes or less, but she was exactly that. A woman. She had a toned and firm, feminine body... with feminine parts. Voluptuous lips which seemed to purse perfectly, radiantly glowing skin, breasts beneath her shirt... all of it which medically classified her female. So why on Earth did she make Ziva want to faint?

"I am looking forward to working with you." She added, hoping the awkwardness of Ziva not taking her hand would end soon.

Ziva, who finally tore her eyes away, noticed the hand and took hold of it, shaking it firmly though nervously. The tenseness in the grip gave Monique that indication as well.

"I-it's nice to, uh, meet you." Ziva stammered out, wishing to not sound so insane, or frightened. "Working with me?"

Ziva tilted her head to her father. He stood to his feet, fixing his tie before walking around the desk and going to his child. He gave a curt nod and looked between his daughter and the woman ten years older than her. He then gave a brief but known smile.

"She will be your mentor, Ziva... show you "the ropes" as they say." Eli spoke. "Lisson has worked with us in the past and I trust that she will be a very great instructor and advocate to you."

For a long while, Ziva was surprised. She had not expected this; not of her father at least. Perhaps he was softening with time? Perhaps it was just Ziva? Either way, she had no way of knowing and was not to dare try to attempt to figure it out, either.

"Thank you, aba." Ziva responded, looking to the alluring European beside her.

Monique gave this pleased smile, looking forward to getting to work with Ziva. Something about her instantly had her hooked, and all she wanted was to get that chance... that chance she never had with her prior mentee... a chance she hoped she would want the longer she got to know Ziva. She gently placed a hand on her protege's shoulder as she grabbed the file from the Director's desk. It was the first case they would be working on together.

"So, Ziva... shall we get to work?" She asked, holding up the file, hoping to tantalize the young Israeli, make her want to do the job just as much if not more than she did.

Interpol liaison officer Lisson gave a small smile of joy before resting her arm around Ziva's shoulder. She did not mind, Monique reasoned, therefore she was doing nothing wrong. However calm Ziva seemed on the inside, though, was just a mask. In fact, she was the most on edge person in the building. Her mind was a race of thoughts, more winning than she would like to admit. Her heart was a stubborn pound. What was it about Monique that made it seem so utterly impossible? She would soon discover it was something she never expected, nor wanted for and of herself.

The pair had arrived at this hotel in Tel Aviv, a small one mind you, but a hotel nonetheless. It did not matter to Monique though. She had learned ages ago not to get invested in the luxury of things. Better safe than spoiled. She sat down the surveillance equipment onto the bed before looking to Ziva. She seemed so involved as she scrutinized the interior of their new whereabouts.

Monique could not deny that in that time her coffee brown eyes managed to wander across Ziva's well built frame. She was so slim and toned. Her arms were rather svelte from what she could tell through her shirt sleeves, and her ass was rather firm, at least the looks of it. When Ziva turned slightly, she could see cleavage making it's way out of Ziva's low cut tank top.

Ziva turned around and smiled to Monique, her hands rested on her hips in a casual manner. She gave the small place another look of criticism before allowing her eyes to drift right back to the most beautiful sight in the room. Monique stood there looking to Ziva a moment longer before looking away and beginning to unpack the equipment from the suitcase they brought it in.

"Shall we take shifts or something?" Ziva asked, though as Monique unpacked she was trapped in thoughts of the Israeli and was not hearing much. "Woohoo, Earth to Agent Lisson... paging Agent Lisson."

Monique sat down the main camera before looking to Ziva. She kept her eyes on her for a moment too long before looking back to the technology before her on the bed. She nodded.

"Um, yes... this is what I was planning for us to do." Monique replied before quickly setting the things up. "How about I take the first shift... you could rest for now, or shower... whatever you must do."

Ziva shook her head before walking up to the brunette. Her eyes danced over Monique for a little while before their eyes met with a fury unlike any other. This was the moment, the first time the connection changed. It went from simple mentor-protege, to an attraction differing from anything either had ever experienced.

"How about I take the first shift?" Ziva asked, her accent unintentionally thick. "It shall prove to be worth your while."