NEW STORY TIIIME! So hey hey hey! You'll be hearing that a lot but don't get freaked out, I'm not a freak, just not normal, like seriously, my parents actually had me tested, no joke. Anyways this fanfic is set around 3/4 of the way through Season Five, although with established TIVA, so no Jeanne (even though I really liked her). Other character pairings are fairly normal, but maybe will have McGabby later on :D
So this is pretty much a fanfic that Ari Haswari had a daughter; Hasmia, she is fifteen years old. Her mother (obviously Ari's wife) dies and she is sent to live with her only known living relative Ziva. And basically the drama that follows :) BTW I don't know how realistic this all is but hey, people doubted TIVA but I will sink with that ship!
And a heads up, I am boarding at school (I'm 16) and so updates may be once a week, or just daily for the weekends, not sure. BUT I refuse to be an author that just gives up and stops updating, I will let you guys know if I cannot anymore, along with me grovelling for forgiveness!
Rating: M for now, probbs will stay that way though
Characters: All of them!
Disclaimer: Not having one :p sue me if ya want, I haven't got any money to give though!
POV: Mainly Ziva, Tony and Hasmia, or just third person, will be obvious within the opening lines of the chapter and change lots :)
Tony was being annoying, well he was always annoying, but today there was no case, so that meant a really annoying Tony. Ziva glanced up from her Solitaire game on the computer when she heard a familiar 'Ouch!' from McGee as Tony threw another paper ball at him. Ziva reached for the nearest piece of stationary, a stapler, she held it up, "Tony, leave him alone, I can change easily from knives to staplers." She warned.
He held up his hands in mock innocence, "Look Zee-Vah, you'd be better to get a Marine with that, then we'd have something to do!"
"Or maybe you?" She countered easily.
McGee sniggered quietly, Tony snapped his head to the computer geek, "Sorry what's that Elf Lord?!" He threw another ball at him, aiming perfectly, the ball bounced off his head.
"Tony seriously knock it off!"
He grinned, looking back to Ziva, "Or we could claim we feel sick, go back home and, have some fun."
Ziva rolled her eyes, "I don't think so Tony." They had been going out for nearly four years, and had started living together a year ago. Ever since he had been bringing the flirting to work, much to McGee's awkward horrors.
Gibbs wheeled in from another coffee run, smacking the back of DiNozzo's head as he went.
"Knocking off boss," Tony muttered.
Gibbs sat down, watched his team, one tapping the keys of his computer, the other reading a magazine and finishing with Ziva who had begun to clean her gun. He glanced at the box full of folders and files sitting in the middle of the bullpen floor. "What is that?"
McGee looked up, "From storage, old cold cases, Director wants some gone boss."
"And why is no one solving them?!" He yelled.
Tony looked at him, putting his magazine down, "Well, we were waiting for our fearless leader to tell us to-"
"Just get off your arse and do them DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped, watching as the team leaped out of their seats to take a file each, returning to their desks to look through them.
They worked relatively quietly for an hour, checking up leads and cross checking phone numbers and alibis. It was boring to say the least. Ziva was always unsure as to why they were meant to try and solve them. She was tasked with finding out who killed a Jane Doe, found in a stolen car that was registered to Petty Officer Joel Sanberg. Her face was beaten, bones crushed, along with teeth, badly burnt, fingers and toes charred to dust. There had been no leads or ways to identify her. She was just about to phone the police officer who was called out to the scene when her phone rang.
She answered quickly, "Agent David."
"Yes is this Ziva David?" A female voice asked.
'Obviously' she thought but replied politely, "Yes, how can I help you?"
There was some rustling of paper, "I am with Child Services, I understand you are related to an Ari Haswari?"
Ziva paused, the question taking her completely by surprise, "Um yes, he is my half brother, why?" She saw out of the corner of her eye Tony look up at her, when she mentioned Ari.
"Are you aware that he had a daughter?"
"Yes, Hasmia, but I have not met her, why?" Ziva was beginning to get nervous.
"Well her mother died a month ago, she has no other family and you have been granted full custody of her, we are in the lobby of NCIS headquarters, may we come up?" The woman asked, she seemed emotionless, as if just following the script. Ziva's mind was racing, a niece? She hadn't even met and now was meant to take care of her? She knew not the faintest thing about raising a child! "Miss David?"
"Sorry, uh yes you can come up." There was a pause then the phone went dead. Ziva sat back stunned, unable to properly think.
"Hey earth to Ziva!" Tony called, "What was that about?!"
Ziva looked up, realising the whole team was watching her carefully, she took a deep breath to regain her composure, "Ari's wife died."
"Wife?" Tony choked out.
Ziva shot him an irritated look, "They had a daughter, Hasmia, she must be fifteen now."
"So?" McGee asked.
She sighed, "So she is in the elevator, I am now her legal guardian."
There was silence, Tony's smirk disappearing when he realised a teenage girl would be now living with them, McGee just sat there, stunned. Gibbs looked towards the elevator doors, awaiting a ding to announce Hasmia had arrived. The ding came within seconds, Ziva standing as a sturdy, serious looking woman, in a rather masculine looking suit entered. She was followed by a thin, quite small looking girl. Her long, dark brown hair flew wildly around her, dressed in a jacket, white tee shirt and cargo pants with worn Chuck Taylors. She had a round face, but with a defined jaw line and cheek bones. Her eyes though was what stopped Ziva in her tracks. They were an exact copy of Ari's, large, dark brown, intelligent and would normally be dancing, except the girl was covering the spark with an angry, mistrustful glare.
Ziva went over to the Child Services woman, they shook hands, "I am Ziva, nice to meet you," She glanced at Hasmia, who seemed intent on studying the floor.
"Janet Carlile, you too," She stood aside, so the teenager could no longer hide behind her, "This is Hasmia Haswari," Ziva noticed, the small jab in the ribs Janet gave the girl, how it was followed by a small, forced smile.
"Hi," The girl murmured.
Ziva tried to catch her eyes, "Hey I'm Ziva, this is Tony," She indicated to her team, "Tim and Gibbs." They exchanged small, awkward smiles.
"Hasmia, go sit there," Janet ordered, a little too firm for Ziva's liking, "While us adults fill out some paper work."
Gibbs stepped forward, "Come with me, I'll get you a soda." Hasmia obliged mutely.
Ziva and Janet spread several forms out on her desk, "So what happens if I don't sign?"
"She goes back to Jerusalem, to a foster home," Janet replied, not as if she really cared.
"Oh," Ziva paused, she knew for a fact that most of these foster parents would both abuse and neglect Hasmia, that or she may end up with Eli, who would just train her to become her father, Ziva couldn't let that happen, she signed them quickly.
NCISNCISNCISNCIS
Gibbs sat, as comfortably as he could in the conference room with Hasmia. The girl had barely spoke, other than a small 'thanks' when he brought her a can from the vending machine. She didn't drink it, or even open it once they got there though, just sat, averting eye contact. Gibbs sighed quietly, the girl was obviously not too enthusiastic about staying with Ziva, or probably leaving her country, or that her mum died, or even she may know that he supposedly killed her father. She sifted in her seat quietly, fiddling with her charm bracelet that sat, a little too loosely on her thin wrist.
"That's pretty," Gibbs observed, trying for the forth time to start up a conversation.
She glanced up at him, "Thanks."
"Where did you get it?" He asked, trying to get more than one word from her.
Hasmia shrugged, "Abba, he gave me a charm every birthday, but I haven't gotten a another one since he died." She stated without any real emotion.
"Well it's very nice, are you going to drink that?" Gibbs indicated to the soda that sat in the middle of the table.
"Not that thirsty I guess," She shrugged again, so Gibbs leant forward and took it.
He held it up, "You sure?" She nodded. He opened it and took a deep swig.
"Is Gibbs your first name?" She asked quietly.
He shook his head, trying to act casual, "Nah, I'm Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
"Cool," She murmured.
Gibbs cocked his head, "Why cool?"
Hasmia smirked, the smallest of smiles played on her lips, "You have three names." Gibbs returned the grin.
NCISNCISNCISNCIS
"So where is all of her belongings?" Ziva asked once they had finished the paperwork.
"There is a briefcase at your apartment," Janet stated simply.
Ziva sighed, "The rest of her stuff?"
"That is all of her stuff Agent David," She checked her watch, "I have to go, where is Hasmia so I can say goodbye?" Ziva led her down the hall, opening the door, watching as the teenager quickly stood, immediately alert, Gibbs stood also, though he was far more relaxed.
Janet went over to the girl, "Bye Hasmia, you be really good for Ziva now? I would hate to have to take you back to Jerusalem just because you didn't play nice!" She said firmly, Hasmia nodded mutely. Janet turned and left, leaving them alone with the girl, who appeared to be trying to make herself smaller, her shoulders sagged slightly, almost in relief. Ziva didn't have to ask to know that she didn't like Janet one bit.
"How about we go home?" Ziva asked, trying to brighten the mood.
Hasmia shrugged, "Ok." She followed Ziva back to the bullpen.
Ziva stopped near Tony, kissing him on the cheek, "We're going home, see you at six?"
"Sure thing, what's for tea?"
Ziva paused, "Stir Fry?"
"Sound perfect." He smiled as they left.
In the elevator Ziva could feel Hasmia nervously looking her up and down, finally she turned to her, "What?"
"No ring, but you kissed Tony and he is coming for dinner?" She asked, obviously very observant.
Ziva laughed, "We live together, been going out four years now, is that alright? He can stay somewhere else if you prefer?"
"It's fine, he seems alright." She said simply.
Ziva studied her face briefly, it was those eyes that were so striking, "You look a lot like Ari."
"So I've been told, didn't really know him though."
Ziva almost breathed a sigh of relief, hopefully then Hasmia wouldn't be completely devastated when she found out she is staying with her father's killer.
So? DYING to hear about what others think! Hopefully this isn't too cliche but hey. Who cares?! Anyways REVIEW duh and all that!
-Fat Freddy xx