An Unconditional Friend
Rating T
No particular ship. This is a Jenny/Ziva friendship fic. As you read, let me know if you want it to turn into more.
Since people weren't wild about my Ziva/Ducky fic, I thought I'd try this.
Disclaimer: I only own my college text books.
It was a rainy day and Jennifer Sheppard, director of NCIS stared out of her office window. The rain matched her mood perfectly. Since she had been a young girl, Jenny wanted to be a mom. She'd put that dream on hold after Jethro and Paris in order to fast track her career. Lately though she'd been thinking more and more about becoming a mom. She'd even gone so far as to acquire different brochures from various sperm banks and had scheduled her yearly exam with her gynecologist. 'That damned exam' she thought sourly; it had ruined everything. The time she spent in captivity during the Cairo mission had left her barren. Her loathing was interrupted by a knock on her office door. "Enter" she called. Jenny was greeted by the face of Mossad officer Ziva David, who had also been captured in Cairo. "Jenny you wanted to see me?"
"Sit down Ziva-la" she said using the special nickname that she had given the younger woman while they were in Cairo.
"What's on your mind?" Ziva asked as she settled down onto the couch.
"Ziva-la, after Cairo…you were hurt worse than I was…can you…are you still able to have children?"
Jenny looked at her friend with tears in her eyes. Ziva didn't like tears, but she pushed it aside for her friend. She nodded an affirmative answer and caught her crying friend in her arms. Ziva heard "not fair" mumbled by her friend quite a few times.
"You are not able to have children because of it yes?" Ziva asked. Jenny's response was to cry harder. Ziva rubbed her back and thought back to that mission. She had done everything she could to prevent their captors from hurting Jenny, but in the end after she had been battered and broken, it hadn't been enough. They had still hurt Jenny anyway. Ziva's mind was brought back to the present by the sudden hiccups from her friend. Ziva wanted to help Jenny. She was the only person who had ever fought for Ziva-who believed in her-who trusted her. Ziva treasured their friendship, and she wanted to find a way to help her friend.
"Jenny, what can I do to make it better?"
By now Jenn had stopped crying and was wiping her eyes. She snorted "Short of having my baby for me, nothing. I'm sorry Ziva, you can go."
Ziva looked at her cautiously. "Are you sure?"
"Yes" Jenny said reverting back to director mode and dismissing her agent. Before Ziva turned to go, she gave Jenny a look which clearly conveyed that she'd just been hurt. As the office door shut quietly behind Ziva, Jenny sighed. Could she do nothing right? She'd hurt her best girl friend again. She needed a drink.
