Wow, my first fic! R+R, but be nice!
Jenny is alive!
Anything written in Italics is being said in Hebrew
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Talia, Abigail and Pippy. I am not making any profit from this story.
Chapter 1
The woman sat on the plane deep in thought, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She glanced around her anxiously, as though waiting for someone to pounce. Beside her, the two eight year old girls wriggled excitedly in their seats, chattering at top speed. Their mother watched them, delighted that they were free to leave the apartment. The apartment that they had not left in their entire lives.
Abby Sciuto went to up to the counter and ordered a coffee. On her way out the door she noticed two adorable identical twins sitting at a table by the window. They had lightly tanned skin, long, thick, black plaits and both wore jeans and t-shirts. They said something in what Abby recognised as Hebrew, but it was the woman's reply that made her stop dead in her tracks
"Girls you are in America now. You must remember to try and speak in English".
Abby knew that voice. It was a voice she never thought she would hear again.
"Ziva?" she asked incredulously.
The woman turned around slowly. "Shalom Abby"
"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" Abby yelled, launching herself at Ziva and crushing her into a massive bear hug. "I thought you were dead! What happened to you?"
"I went on my mission to Somalia. I was captured and tortured. Then they found out I was pregnant. They stopped beating me until I had the girls. We were made to live in a cramped apartment where I was their slave, and had to do whatever they wanted. I was given regular beatings to make me do what they wanted, but the only thing that kept me there was my children. I knew that if I left, they would kill them. So I stayed."
"Ima, who is that?" asked one of the girls.
"Girls, this is an old friend of mine. Her name is Abby. Abby these are my two daughters, Talia Jennifer David and Abigail Caitlin David" she said smiling.
"Wow, you named your daughter after Me, Kate and Jenny. But, who is Talia?"
"My little sister. We called her Tali. She was killed by a Hamas suicide bombing on a bus when she was just sixteen. I was almost eighteen and we were very close. After our mother died I became her substitute mother. She was on her way to the library to study."
"I'm sorry Ziva"
"It is fine; it was a long time ago"
"So, how did you escape? How long have you been here? Where are you guys staying?"
"Umm... I spiked their dinner with vodka, Arrived about three hours ago and I am going to find a motel"
"You can't stay in a cheap, grotty motel. You are coming home with me."
"Abby, I don't want to imp..."
"Don't be silly. You're family. Besides Me, Timmy and Pippy won't mind...". Abby stopped realising that once again that she had said too much.
"You and McGee?" asked Ziva incredulously. Abby proudly held out her right hand, displaying a white gold engagement ring with a deep red ruby set in the middle and a simple white gold wedding band inlaid with diamonds.
"We got married about two years after you left"
"And who is Pippy?"
Abby, looking radiant replied "its short for Pipsqueak". Her hand subconsciously went to her stomach.
"You're pregnant!"
"Ten weeks"
"Congratulations"
"Thanks, now I have important stuff to do so let's go." She grabbed Ziva by the hand and forced her upright.
"Girls, we are going to go and stay with Abby for a while. Get your bags because we're going now"
"OK Ima" they replied in unison.
"English!"
"They are so sweet" squealed Abby.
The group walked out to Abby's hearse, and drove to her apartment.
"I should warn you. The team are all at my apartment. Ducky, Jenny, Gibbs and Tony."
"What about my replacement?"
"Gibbs refused to hire anyone else"
"It has been almost ten years"
"He still wouldn't do it"
The car stopped and, and, holding Talia and Abigail by the hands, Ziva followed Abby up the stairs to her apartment.