The Sister of my Brother
Summary: When Ziva finds out that she is someone's new target, she calls on they only family she has left, NCIS. Memories are lost. Wounds are reopen. Old romance is reborn. I don't own NCIS. New fictional character introduction.
Chapter 1
The sun shines brightly on the beautiful city of Tel Aviv. A happy Ziva drives along the road on this beautiful market. She's returning to her home from the grocery store. Her fridge was getting empty so she needed it. Her head was bouncing as she listened to her favorite song. Driving like the Indy 500, she moves in and out of other cars. Turing off onto the private road, she head up to the house. She pulls into her driveway.
Ziva turns off her music and the engine. She removed the keys and placed it in her back pocket. She reached into middle compartment and she grabbed her phone, wallet, and gun. Reaching onto the backseat, she grabbed the bags of groceries. Holding them steady, Ziva gets out the car. She moves around the door and closes it with her hips. She walked up the driveway to the front door. Ziva stopped in her tracks to see her door open. Slowly, she rest the groceries on the floor, not making a sound. She draws her gun and enters the house slowly. Both hands hold the gun steady as she does a quick scan of the room.
She can hear footsteps if at least five people approaching. Ziva moves quickly to the bedroom at the end of the hall. She opens and closes the door quickly and quietly, leaving a little crack to peek through. She can barely make out their faces. She can clearly identify the woman in the group.
"Everything is planted where it needs to be?" the woman asked. The other nodded in reply. "Okay…let's leave so she can get her surprise." They five of them headed to the door. She stopped at the door when she noticed to bags of groceries. So you are already here. I hope you enjoy the little gift I left you. They continue out the door. The last person closes the door behind them, and they run off into different directions.
Upon hearing the door close, Ziva exited her room. She walked over to the window. Peeking through it, she noticed them driving off in three Bentleys, convertible, coupe and matte. Seconds later they were out of her sight. She lowered her gun. She cautiously headed in the direction of where they came from. The only rooms back there are Tali's old room and my room. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone. She knew it was late, but she knew she needed to call. Ziva pulls out her phone and dials the number. The phone continues to ring, but no one is answering. "Come on pick up. Please." She cried softy. The phone went into voice mail and she reached the two doors." As Ziva reached for the door knob she began her message. "Hey Gibbs, its Ziva. There were five people in my house and…" Ziva opened the door to Tali's room and was thrown back into the wall, as a bomb went off.
The whole place was in silence. All you can hear is the sound of the sandpaper going across the boat. Back and forth, Gibbs watch as each stroke is precise. He stopped and blew off the little dust that was on the car. Getting to eye level, he noticed that the wood was now even. Gibbs grabbed his rag from his back pocket and whipped his forehead. He drops the rag on the boat and walked over to the work bench. He pick up his old phone. Looking at the id, he noticed he had a missed call and a voice message.
"Damn. How did Abby tell me to do this?" Gibbs grunted. He stopped, took a deep breath, and thought hard about what to do. He pressed "1" and the send button. Putting the phone to his ear, he listened to as it rang. What seemed like forever, he finally got to the message. He pour himself a cup of bourbon. Sipping slowly, he listened closely to the message.
"Hey Gibbs, Its Ziva…" Oh Ziva. "There are five people in my house and…" Oh God! Gibbs was terrified at the explosion on the other end. The message went dead right after. His cup of bourbon dropped out of his hand. Without a second thought he dashed up the stairs. His daughter was in trouble and she needed her family.
This is my first story. I don't think anyone has ever gone in the direction I am thinking about going in. Please review it.
I really hope you like it. Please give it a chance. I will do my best not to disappoint.
I do not own NCIS, but I will be introducing a new fictional character.