Okay, new story from me.
I have had this chapter finished for a while I was just waiting until I had finished one of my other stories.
This is going to be Tiva and very AU.
This chapter is more the Prologue.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
"So, what is he like?" Abigail Shutio asked as her friend and herself walked along a path in the park.
"What difference would that make? I still do not want to marry him," Ziva David replied.
Abby had grown up in Washington DC, USA and Ziva was born and lived in Tel Aviv, Israel until she was nine before moving to DC. They met at school when they were ten. Ziva knew English, but not very well - it had improved dramatically over the nine years they had been friends.
They were the most unlikely of friends, Abby was loud and bubbly, and Ziva was quiet and kept to herself more. They were now best of friends and had just finished school, on their gap year before starting university.
Ziva told Abby everything, including the news her father told her that morning.
"Okay, let's pretend you're not being forced to marry him, and you just ran into him on the way to work. What would be your first impression of him?" Abby insisted.
"How would I know? I have only seen a picture," Ziva replied.
"C'mon, you're being no fun Ziva. He runs into you and you saw him what would you think?"
"At first glance?" Ziva asked.
"At first glance," Abby clarified.
"Well he has black hair and blue eyes, I don't particularly like those traits in a man," said in thought, "I would not like him, I would not even have the slightest crush on him,"
The news that Ziva was told was that by the end of next year she would be married.
~Flash Back~
"Ziva, come down stairs," she heard her father yell. She placed her book on the bedside table and walked to her door. Her father never called her personally; he would always call her brother and sister as well as her, all together. She was slightly confused.
"Yes, Abba?" she asked as she stood opposite him at the table.
"Sit, Ziva, sit," he said. She pulled a chair away from the table and she sat in it cautiously.
Maybe he was drinking again. When he drank he became abusive. Of course her brother would take the beatings for her and her sister when he could, of he wasn't there then Ziva would take them for her sister. But lately he had been clean. No drinking. Her mother banned it from the house and since that happen, not Ziva, her older brother or sister had been harmed.
"Talk to me Ziva, I have not talked to you in a long time," he said.
"I got chosen for the part time job I applied for," Ziva said.
"Really, Well done Ziva," he replied. That was the first time all year he had said that to her. He looked as if he was drinking, but he also looked like he knew what he was talking about - so he mustn't have been totally smashed.
"What are you going to use the money for?" he then asked.
"I am going to use it to pay for my studies," she replied.
"What are you going to study?" he asked.
"Law enforcement with a minor in performing arts mainly singing and dancing," Ziva said.
"Why law enforcement?"
"Because you taught me to use a gun and I would like to be able to help the community and bring justice," she said, she had to hold her tongue before saying something she would regret.
"Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked. Over his shoulder she saw her mother appear in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Eli, No," She said.
"I want an answer," he said beginning to get angry at the smallest thing, "I want you to be quite. Ziva I want an answer," he demanded. She chose her words carefully.
"I have thought about it before, but not in recent years, I am trying to think of my future - my studies," Ziva said.
"You cannot raise a family while involved in the law," he said.
Ziva for a while wanted to be something in law enforcement, not a lawyer, but someone like a cop who gets to carry the guns and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. She and Abby said that they were going to start their own police station or federal agency where she would be the cop and Abby the forensic scientist. It was an idea that they laughed off, but still there was nothing wrong with aiming high.
"I do not want a family yet. I am only eighteen," Ziva said.
"I do not want you studying law enforcement," he said sternly. Ziva stared at her father. What she wanted to do was the one thing in her life that kept her in school. If it wasn't for that Ziva would have dropped out. She bit her tongue to stop herself from talking.
"What do you think of this man?" he said handing her a photo.
It was a photo of a man; he had deep brown - almost black - eyes and tan skin, slightly lighter than her own, and dark hair. She found herself looking at him in disgust, he looked all wrong. She began judging his personality on how he looked. He looked okay, he looked somewhat kind - but the longer she looked the more disturbed she felt. He seemed dark and a little violent.
Violent in a different way to her father. He was violent because of the alcohol, but this man looked violent because he wanted control.
"I do not like him," she simply stated pushing the photo away from her.
"You better start liking him because he is going to be the one who you will be married to by the end of next year," he said.
Ziva abruptly stood and turned around, heading towards the door.
"Ziva David, get back here and talk to me," was all she heard before she shut the door and headed to Abby's place in her car.
~End Flash Back~
"Okay, Ziva, who would your ideal man be?" she asked as a basketball came flying out of nowhere and Ziva with her 'ninja reflexes' - as Abby called them - caught the ball before it bounced out of her hand as someone collided with her, sending them both to the ground.
"I'm sorry, my friend threw the ball to hard, and I chased it," the man said as he stood from above her and offered her his hand.
"You went to fetch it like a dog does a ball?" she asked as she took his hand. She couldn't quiet explain it - but when she touched his hand all her senses were heightened and every nerve ending in her body felt as if they were on fire.
She looked into the man's green eyes as he replied, "That's different. I'm not a dog," he said with a half smile, releasing her hand.
She turned slightly and picked the ball of the ground, "Last time I checked, a ball was not a person," she said, "Do you mind if I..." she said indicating at the ball then the court.
"No, not at all...?" he silently asked her name.
"Ziva," she replied.
"I'm Tony," he smiled.
All of Tony's friends stepped aside, whispering amongst themselves about having a girl on the court trying to shoot the ball and score a goal. Abby stood on the sidelines and watched as her friend stood with her hands at shoulder width at the top of the three point line as she prepared to shoot. A few more seconds of concentration and she shot the ball. Her technique wasn't perfect and it bounced on either side of the ring before dropping into the basket.
"Wow, Ziva. Do you play?" Tony asked.
Ziva turned around and smiled brightly, "No, I used to play a few different sports with my brother at home. Basketball was one of them,"
"That was pretty impressive, you know, coming from a girl," Tony replied jokingly and maybe exaggerating the truth a bit, "Do you want to stay and play a game for a bit?" He asked.
Ziva rolled her eyes at the 'a girl playing basketball' crack, before walking off the court pausing when she got to Tony. She was standing close enough to smell his sweat, and she was almost touching his arm with her's. She titled her head up slightly, whispering to him, "I cannot stay; I have somewhere I need to be. I will see you around, yes?" she smiled to herself as she walked back to Abby, leaving the man breathless.
Abby and Ziva began walking to the small café that they usually ate at. Ziva couldn't get that man out of her head. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that Abby was talking to her, she just wasn't absorbing the words.
The man had green eyes, light brown hair, slightly sun tanned skin - but only from being in the sun for too long. It wasn't naturally tan - he was taller than she was, and his features had a serious undertone to them, but the childish, joking features were the main thing that she could see, but it told her that he could be serious when he needed to be. It was different... In a good way
"Ziva!" Abby exclaimed.
"What?" she replied, snapping out of her daydream.
"Are you thinking of that guy?" she asked.
"No," Ziva lied.
"So you're thinking of the man that you are going to have to marry?" Abby said.
"No! No way!" she exclaimed.
"Well then order," Abby said.
Ziva's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked at the ID: it was her brother.
"Hello," Ziva said.
"Ziva, where are you?" he asked.
"Why?" Ziva asked.
"I need to pick you up, Abba is about to explode," he said.
"I am having lunch, I will come home afterwards," Ziva said in a certain way that made Ari not want to argue with her.
"Ziva-" he began.
"No, I am not coming home to be told how I should live my life," she said then hung up, turning her phone off.
"Oh, that's cold, Ziva," Abby said.
"You think I do not know that?" Ziva said rhetorically back, "We have to eat quickly. My father wants me back and I don't want him to hurt my sister,"
Ziva pulled her car up the drive way and silently made her way to the front door. She planned to quietly sneak to her sister's room and talk to her. But that plan was soiled as soon as she shut the door.
Her father pushed her against the wall and spoke to her - the whole time Ziva had a stone cold expression on her face. She could smell the alcohol in his breath. The strong smell made her feel sick.
"You listen to me, Ziva," he said, "You will do this with no argument and whether you like it or not. That man is a wonderful man who can support you and himself,"
"I can support myself. If that's what you think of him, maybe you should be the one marrying him," Ziva said and then she felt a hand across her face and she inhaled sharply in pain and shock.
"You will do as you're told, no arguments, and you will be married by the end of next year,"
They had a stare off before Eli finally let her go and walk calmly away from the wall. She walked upstairs to her room.
Ziva didn't give her thoughts on the issue. For now it was better staying quite until he was more calm and sober.
Like always, it's up to you whether I continue. With that said, I don't know when the next update will be up (I don't have the next written)... Could be as soon as tomorrow, or as late as a few weeks...
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