Tears. They were the one thing that Mossad agent Ziva David hated more than anything. From the day she was born she had been taught that crying was bad. And then when she was five that point had been proved.
-Flashback-
"Ziva. You love me don't you?" Ziva's brother Ari asked as he slipped into her room.
"Yes Ari." She answered automatically. She really held no feeling for her brother at all.
"Good." He replied as he guided her hand to his groin. His head lolled back as he groaned. Ziva felt repulsed as she started to cry.
"Stop crying Bitch." Her brother scolded as he slapped her with his spare hand. His other hand holding Ziva's small Monkey paws in place. Ziva instantly attempted to stiffen her upper lip and retreat to the place in her brain that she used when she was in upsetting situations. But this time it didn't work as the hot and salty tears kept coming. And with the tears came the slaps from Ari. This routine continued for about ten years. By then she had learnt how to just go to a special place in her head were nothing could reach her.
-End of Flashback-
But now. Being back in America knowing that neither Ar nor her so called 'Father' could touch her again, she couldn't help but cry. Unfortunately for her, her good friend Abigail Scuito mistook the tears of happiness for tears of sadness and rushed forward to hug her.
"It's Okay Ziva." Abby said after a minute while pulling away.
"I'm not gonna let you go back to Israel again." Said the Goth looking utterly sincere. At this sweet statement Ziva felt the tears well up in the corners of her eyes again. She held her arms open for the Goth who rushed forward to embrace the Mossad agent again.
Emziiee-xxx: I have no clue where this idea came from. But i hope you like. I will update soon. I apologise for the Ari bit. If you hated reading it imagine how I felt writing it :(
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