Okay, I'm starting a new story, and the good news, this one is already written up, I just need to type up the last few chaps, so posts should be often. Basic summery- as a child, Ziva David is sent to America for protection, she lives in foster care for a year, with none other than Sara Sidle, bonds form, and stuff happens, yeah, thats it. I know their ages are actually farther apart, but, hey, it wont hurt anyone.
And I apolagize now for any incorrect Hebrew words, I am mainly depending on online sites and, well, they might not be that acurat, so, if anyone knows Hebrew, can I get some help, please:)
Now, now for the main attraction (which I do not own) --
Ziva stood with her back against the cool wall, silent, as she listened to the people in the other room. Her interest was piqued, as her near future may depend on what happened.
"But why a whole year?" the soft voice of her mother asked.
"She has to learn" her father's voice replied.
"She will be on the other side of the globe" her mother argued.
"The distance will be good for her, as well as for us" her father explained.
"Could she at least stay with a family we know? Not some strangers who will not even know who she is" her mother pleaded.
"No" her father's strong voice finished the conversation. Ziva knew it, as did her mother, who started to walk towards the door.
Ziva silently sprinted down the hall and up the stairs. Within seconds she was at her bedroom door. She slowly opened the door, stopping it halfway to avoid the creak, and slipped inside.
She fell onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. She started to make patterns out of the paintbrush strokes to slow her reeling mind. She was sucessful until a creak told her the door was opened. The end of her bed dipped down and she instantly knew by the weight that it was her mother.
"Ziva" her mother's soft voice whispered after a few minutes of silence. Ziva resisted the urge to sit up and instead continued to stare at the white plaster above her with a stoney face.
"He is sending me away again, isn't he?" she quietly asked, her lips the only things moving in the room.
"I am afraid so" the woman sighed. Ziva finally sat up, her legs crossed.
"How long?" she dared to ask.
"A year" her mother replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from Zivas face. It was fruitless, however, as the hair fell right back to where it had been.
"Why must I go?" she continued.
"He will not say, but he must have a reason" her mother told her.
"Where? Where is he sending me?"
"California, in America."
"I will learn English?" Ziva sat up straighter and her dark eyes grew big. She had always loved to learn foreign languages and knew many already. But she only knew the basics in English and tended to mix up what she did know.
"Yes" her mother simply said, knowing that there was no way Ziva would not go with the knowledge.
"Maybe a year would," she paused and look at her mother. Her eyes were sad and her head bower slightly. "Would not be so bad" Ziva slowly added, looking down at the blanket on her bed instead of her mother.
"Perhaps, besides, I am sure we could write each other" her mother added.
"And you will still have Tali to take care of, and Ari will visit occasionally" the girl added.
"Yes, your sister will still be here" her mother added before getting up and walking out. She shut the door behind her, leaving Ziva to the silence of her own thoughts.
Ziva fell back onto her mattress again and resumed her staring match with the ceiling creatures. Her mind was racing, faster even then the car Ari drove. Instinctively, she listed the reasons for both choices.
She loved her family and hated leaving them. Especially Talia, her little sister. Plus, a year was a very long time. If she went, she would be fifteen by the time she returned.
But America. She loved to travel and had longed to visit America for the longest time. She would also learn English, in a way much easier then reading out of textbooks.
But one thing alone made the decision. Her father was telling her to go and she knew she could never disobey her father.
"I will miss you, Ziva" the younger girl said, clinging to her older sister. Ziva looked into her eyes, they were so sad but innocent, she could only wish that they would be the same when she returned.
"As I will miss you, Tali" Ziva replied as the girl let go. She turned to an older boy. "Ari, shalom" she said. Ari held out his hand.
"Shalom, Ziva" he replied as she shook his hand. Smiling, he suddenly pulled her into a hug. "Stay safe" he whispered.
"Always" she replied. He let her go and she turned to her mother.
"It is only for a year, Ima" she told her. "In a few years it will be for even longer."
"I know, Ziva" her mother nodded, pulling her into a strong, warm hug. She left the warmth of her mother's arms after a few moments and turned to her father. Her back instinctively straightened and she held her head higher.
"A year will go by fast" he started. "Just stay strong and remember who you are."
"Of course, Papa" she nodded.
"Be careful who you befriend. You can never truly know a person or their secrets, so be wary" he warned. Ziva nodded as she rolled the expression around her head. She knew her father ment well, but she could not believe what he had said.
He pulled a file out of his briefcase and handed it to her.
"Read it all on the plane" he told her.
"Of course, Papa" she replied, taking the file and slipping it into her bag.
A voice called for her flight.
"Shalom" Ziva said one last time before disappearing into the crowd.
She rested the side of her head against the cool window. She watched as her homeland slowly bagan to fall away beneath her and wondered if they were watching her fly away. She doubted it, her father would have wanted to leave as soon as possible.
She watched the landscape until all she could see was the blue of the Mediterranean and the occasional speck of green as they passed over an island.
She closed the shade and pulled the file her father had given her out of her bag. She flipped it open and started to read.
Ziva was sleeping lightly on her second flight. Her father had not been able to arrange a direct flight to her destination, so she had had to get off of the plane in DC and bored another one.
She had memorized the file beforw the first flight had been half over and still could not believe what was happening to her family. She felt a nudge on her side and turned to see the man sitting next to her.
He had light brown hair that fell over his tanned skin and almost reached his pale blue eyes.
"We are about to start our landing" he told her in a light southern accent.
"Toda" she mumbled. The man gave her an odd look but brushed the foriegn word off.
She sat forward to put the seat tray back into its original position and the window caught her eyes. Brushing a stray hair away from her eyes, she looked over at the scene. A large city was unfolding itself below them as they left the cloud coverage. She sighed when the hair fell back into place and pulled the band out of her hair. Sitting up straighter, she put her hair back into a tighter ponytail.
She leant back and continued to watch as the land moved closer to them, or they moved closer to the land. At first all she could see were the buildings out, but she could soon see miniature cars and toy people.
A few minutes later they were safely on the ground. The man that was sitting next to her was one of the first ones off the plane, she barely caught a glimps of his black jacket as he rounded the corner to the exit. Ziva, however, took her time. She pulled her bag out from the overhead compartment and slipped the file inside.
Making sure she was one of the last ones, she exited the plane. She made her way out of the terminal, through customs, and finally wondered into the large waiting area.
The room was practically all windows and the sunlight threw countless shadows into the floor as travelers scurried to their destinations.
After looking around for a minute, she saw a woman whose picture had been in the file.
The woman, Amanda, had been built on the heavier side, but it worked for her. She had dirty blond hair that hung around her shoulders and grey eyes that were hiding behind a pair of thick glasses. Her mouth was stretched into a large smile that seemed to light her face up, as her eyes scanned the crowd.
Amanda noticed that Ziva was watching her and smiled even bigger.
"Ziva?" she questioned. Ziva nodded and the woman led her out to an old, green pick-up.
Okay, tell me the truth, how is it so far? please review, I really want them ;) Next chap shouldnt take long to come up:)
5/13/10