This is product of procrastination.. I was meant to be writing my English essay last night when I wrote this, so, I'm not sure how good it is..
I have wanted to write one like this for a while, but nothing would come.. Until I was meant to be doing school work.
The summary might change by the way, when I have a little more time to think about it, and what I decide to put in the chapters .
It was going to have more, it has all up 3 parts, but when the first part reached around 1000 words I decided to post them in different chapters - it was going to be a one shot. I don't know when I'll update and it will have at least three chapters all up, maybe four or five..
Basically it's different stages in Ziva and Ari's relationship, from when they meet. I might also make another when Ziva is a little older, but not in the next few months.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or its characters.
"Ziva that's not fair; give it back!" Five year old Tali demanded of her eight year old sister as she skilfully dodged the puddles the morning rain had left, "You have longer legs."
"So, you're littler, you should be faster," Ziva stated as she stopped, holding her sister's favourite toy above her head, watching her sister try to jump for it.
Tali was a short for her age, and even though Ziva was three years older, she towered over her sister.
"I didn't mean to, please give it back," She begged, tears beginning to well up in her deep brown eyes.
"No, you told Ima I threw my dolls out."
"I didn't mean to," She repeated, starting to sob a little, "I promise I won't tell any more."
"Sure, until I give it back and you and you run inside and dob."
"If you did what you were told then you wouldn't get in trouble. Give. It. Back, Ziva," she complained, before turning around and walking back to the house yelling for her mother. Ziva roller her eyes.
She looked down at the stuffed bear that she held in her hands when she heard the distinguishable crunch of tyres against gravel. She tilted her head in thought. No one was coming over that day, well, no one was meant to. When curiosity got the better of her she dropped the stuffed toy to the ground and walked to the side of the house and saw her father leave the car with a man - at least late teens, early twenties follow him.
When she saw her father, she remembered that he had left late the previous night when she was supposed to be asleep; she kept a distance away from her father and the stranger that followed him into the house.
"Ziva!" She heard her mother - Rivka - exclaim, making her jump and turn around.
"What?" She said.
"I think you know what? I want you to give your sister back her toys and apologise to her," She demanded.
Tali, who was standing behind their mother, looked at her expectantly; Ziva threw her daggers through her glare, as she walked past them. She bent down and grabbed the toy before shoving it in the direction of her sister, offering a fake smile and saying: "I am sorry Tali, I will not do it again," She said sweetly the words rolling off her tongue.
"Inside now Ziva, get cleaned up for dinner," Her mother demanded once more.
Ziva smirked up at her mother and walked a little in front of the others. After around ten steps Ziva jumped and landed in a puddle to spite her mother, spraying water and mud onto herself primarily and a little onto her mother and sister.
She wore a wide smile when her mother called her name in a scolding way. When she refused to listen she shook her head and murmured something under her breath, "Ziva, do not go inside," She called out.
"Why not?" Ziva said back to the ground as she made sure to step in almost every puddle she could reach on the uneven ground on her way to the door, "It needs to be washed any way," She finished as she opened the door without taking her muddy shoes off.
"You are going straight to bed after dinner, young lady," Her mother scolded her once again.
"Okay," Ziva stated, not really caring. Her bedroom was on the other side of the house from the living area and her parent's bedroom - they had no idea that she stayed up past her bed time anyway, "Who is the man with Abba?" She asked.
"You will meet him soon-"
"What if I want to meet him now? Is he the man you were talking about the other week?" The inquisitive Ziva asked.
"Yes. Now, shower; get that mud off of you."
She sat at the table and waited for the adults to be seated, she could hear the man and her father talking quietly in the background, while she teased and picked on her little sister.
"Ziva, stop," Tali asked, "I don't like it."
"So, I'm bored," She said swinging her legs back and forth, her feet only just scrapping the ground. She sighed dramatically and pushed the chair out before walking to find her father.
But when she had reached the hall, her father wasn't to be seen and the man she had seen with him earlier was walking down the hall towards her.
"Shalom," He smiled.
Ziva watched him with wary eyes before replying, "Shalom."
"What's your name?" He asked kneeling down to her level.
"I do not talk to strangers," She said.
"Okay, well I'm Ari Haswari."
"I don't trust you," She simply stated, but something in his eyes told her she could.
"Is that right. Can I at least know your name?" He repeated.
"Ziva," They heard the older woman yell from the dinning room.
"What?" Ziva replied.
"Dinner is ready."
"Ziva," Ari mused, "it's a nice name."
She didn't look over her shoulder as she turned as walked to the table again. The man followed and took the seat across from her. Ziva glared at him.
A few minutes after Eli decided to join them. Tali was quick to jump in and begin a conversation against Ziva.
"Abba, Ziva took my bear and dropped it on the ground," She quickly said.
"Only because she told on me," Ziva defended herself.
"She kept running and then on the way inside she jumped in all the puddles," She continued.
"Only because you told Ima that I threw my dolls out," Ziva grumbled.
"Girls!" Eli exclaimed, silencing his children. They watched him expectantly before he decided to talk, "We want to tell you something-" He began.
"We? Where do I come into this?" Rivka said.
"You are their mother," Eli pointed out.
"I am fully aware of that, I raise them more than you do!" She shot back.
Ari watched as Ziva looked down at her food and sighed, hitting some of the food on her plate with her fork.
"Ziva, don't play with your food," Her mother requested.
"Can I be excused?" She asked.
"No, your father has something to tell you."
She looked back at her father, "Why is that man here? He said that he was Ari Haswari."
"Yes, that is Ari Haswari. Do you know who he is?"
Ziva looked at him in confusion, her eyebrow furrowing, "Ari Haswari," She simply replied at the same time her sister replied with, 'a man.'
Ari smiled at the innocence of their answer.
"He is your brother," Eli continued.
"No he isn't," Tali said, "Ziva is eldest, we can't have a brother."
"He is your half brother Tali," Rivka informed them, "You and Ziva are full sisters because you have the same parents. Ari has a different mother."
"Where is his Ima?" Ziva asked.
"She died, last year," Ari replied, sadly while I was at university."
"What's university?" Tali asked.
"Like high school for old people," Ziva answered, "Why are you here?"
"Because it's the holidays," Ari explained.
I've had enough to eat Ima, can I leave?" Ziva asked.
"Okay, straight to bed. Good night Ziva," Rivka replied.
"Goodnight," She said as she walked out and towards her bedroom.
I think the next chapter will pick up from here.. Then move a little quicker. But I'm going to be a little busy from here on 'til the end on the month, so I don't know when I'll post another chapter.
Thanks for reading, please leave review :)