I have updated this as I thought it was pretty short, so I added a few bits and bobs.........Title credit goes to Ed, my Fic Friend................ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the NCIS characters, just the terrorists…. Rated: T (for a little bita violence) Summery: When Tali David died that day ; bleeding in her sisters arms, Ziva David swore that she would have her revenge. Please leave a review
The day had started out peacefully, When Tali and Ziva had run along the streets of Tel'aviv
Holding hands as they had ran excitedly towards the large new shopping mall, bent on spending all the money they had in their pockets.
The blast had taken them both by surprise. Sixteen year old Tali and nineteen year old Ziva David, thrown from the doors of a shopping mall by an insane bomb wielding terrorist.
When Ziva awoke, the first thing she felt was the pain in her head, then the screaming, then the small hand closing weakly round her own,
She found her baby sister, half buried by the rubble of the collapsed shopping mall.
Holding her in her arms, she paid no attention to what was going on around her, not even when Tali had fallen limp in her arms, her eyes still open and staring up accusingly at her older sibling.
Ripping the gold star of David from her sisters neck, she had held it tightly in her hand.
'Ziva swore she would take revenge.'
The first man she tracked down was Samul Dassul. A thirty something year old man, and not a handsome one at that. His beard was unkempt and dirty, his skin was blemished with dirt, sweat and scars. He had lived on nothing but, smoking, drinking, drugs and sex, defiantly not the brains behind the operation. A bullet to the head killed him quickly.
The second man; Jacob Haseen, she had tracked to Europe, a large unfriendly man that was not much to look at. He was bald, but his face was covered by a ratty moustache. His eyes seemed to show no emotion when she watched him from afar, but when she stood above him, slowly trailing the blade along his neck, she smiled when she saw fear.
A few months passed before she tracked down her next target, Abdul Jamal watching as he, exchanging pleasant greetings with another man whom she recognized. Ziva watched them from her table in the restaurant. Watched as their car went up in flames. As people ran and screamed she smirked, sipping her tea.
Then, there was the forth, the leader, the brains and the looks. Tanned skin. Slicked back hair and a well toned, well muscled body. She had seduced him in the local club, bringing him to a hotel. That night they had sex. When he was sleeping. She snapped his neck and made a swift exit. She never really did learn his name.
The next she man had chased all the way to Mexico finding him hiding out in a small run down building on the outskirts of town, he was tall and thin, with a shaved head and a spotty face. He was only eighteen, but she killed him slowly. Beat him until he was near death, then left him for the coyotes to finish off.
She had slept peacefully that night.
For when Tali David died that day, bleeding in her sisters arms, Ziva David swore she would have her revenge.
well there ya have it. i quite liked it. i really thought Ziva was extra blood thirsty in this one hehehe you know what to do, see that button bellow????