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A/N: I wrote it a while back, and had it posted, but I have completely reworked it, and hopefully it's better. I have the next three chapters written, but it will be longer than that, future chapters will also be longer. Anyway... Enjoy :D
Chapter One: The Explosion
Ziva David had worked at NCIS ever since the investigation pending the murder of Special Agent Caitlin Todd. Although she was a good agent, great even; the fact was that her half-brother had killed her best friend, and she was not ready to make any effort to get to know her. She was just a cold-hearted, imperious assassin.
She normally wasn't a judgemental person, however in Abby's defence; the woman was a trained killer that could murder everyone on the team without leaving a trace just as easily as she could run through eighteen red lights in the space of a minute. Incredibly easily.
To say she was puzzled as to why the Mossad agent had listed her as an emergency contact number would be an understatement. She assumed it was a mistake, but Ziva was not a person to make mistakes, so there had to be more to it than that.
Normally, Abby would have freaked out and ran straight to Gibbs, but when she got the call she found herself driving as fast as she could in her Hearse down to the hospital, her hands fumbling around on the steering wheel nervously.
Her breathing was fast and frantic, as she darted down the freeway, overtaking various cars that proceeded to shout obscenities at her through the safety of their windshields. No words could explain why she was so hyped up at the possibility that something bad could have happened to the Israeli, her mind had put it down to her "sensitivity" and "caring nature". Two things she was certain the ex-Mossad officer did not know the meaning of.
Due to her speed, it was unsurprisingly not long before she reached the main desk in A&E. She spoke to the receptionist who checked her details, before motioning to someone, who walked over towards her, and lead her down the various corridors and up the several staircases. They kept trailing down the hallways until they reached a small room. A small room, with an unconscious woman lying on a bed.
The woman's eyes were closed, but they were twitching and flickering softly. Bandages covered her arms and most of her visible upper-torso; all visible patches of skin were scarred and flushed, and patterned with the hues of pale bruises. Her hair was draped around her face, tracing paths along her cheekbones, and pooling around her neck. The woman shifted in her sleep, causing dark chocolate brown locks to slide softly from her face onto the pillow her head was resting on, revealing a deep gash along her forehead. It looked no more than two inches in length, but the skin surrounding it was singed and bruised, and needless to say seemed very painful.
The Goth wandered aimlessly into the room, gripping the cool edges of the steel frame of the bed, her legs no longer willing to support her body.
She reached a hand out, to push back a few stray hairs from the tanned face, dragging her hand through the tangled dark locks. Now with her cold gaze and strong exterior gone, she looked peaceful in her sleep, friendly even.
Until the nurse ushered her to take a seat in the side of the room, Abby had forgotten that she was there. She was a small woman, with fair brown hair and a ghostly pale complexion; she had perfectly manicured nails and wore a plain gold wedding band on her left hand. She bit on her lip gently as she shuffled through the paperwork in front of her, trying to find the right forms.
She eventually pulled out three pages stapled together, and read through it before opening her mouth to speak. She seemed indifferent to whatever had happened, which annoyed the forensic scientist greatly.
"I'm very sorry miss..." she stuttered and looked down at the paper before continuing "Miss Sciuto, it appears that your friend here," she gestured over to the bed "seems to have been caught in an explosion."
"Explosion?" She inhaled a deep breath and leaned forwards as she absent-mindedly started to nibble on her thumbnail, her brain was going through thousands of scenarios, when a voice coming from the corner of the room interrupted her musings.
"Afraid so Abs." She swallowed audibly, before turning her neck to meet the gaze of storm clouded blue eyes.
"Gibbs!" She ran over and engulfed the silver haired man in a hug, surprised to find no one standing behind him.
Several thoughts were racing through her mind; she knew something serious must have happened for Gibbs to leave in the middle of a case. If only she would wake up, then maybe they could get some answers.
"I will come back and check on her soon, you are welcome to stay, but make sure you let us know if her condition changes, there will be a doctor out in the hallway if you need anything." The voice of the nurse filled her ears, as the small woman sent the pair a false smile and made her way out of the room, and down the hallway until she was out of sight.
The old man placed a chaste kiss onto the lab tech's forehead, before releasing her back into the chair. Abby reached a hand out into the bed, and gripped the Israeli's hand. She allowed her gaze to flicker up to the clock hanging on one of the off-white walls, seven thirty. This was going to be a long night.
She shifted around in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but failed miserably. She settled on leaning forwards and resting her head on the edge of the bed, at least this way she had a pillow, and she was shielded from the glare of the overhead light.