Just a week.
A little seven chapter story telling a Ziva based tale. If you didn't get by now, most of my stories are Ziva or Tiva based. My next story is being written now is hopefully going to be veeery long, and allthough will begin with Tiva is going to have a decent bit of McAbby and Libbs. (Yes thats an L. It'll make sense when the story is out. Trust me) So, yes. Have fun reading, it'll be an update every other day or something.
Monday
09.00
The elevator doors dinged and Ziva stepped out, her hair damp from her rushed shower, her skin was pale and she looked like the walking dead. She apologised to Gibbs quickly before sitting down at her desk and booting her computer up, all they had was paer work she thought so at least Gibbs was irate about her missing a case. She waited for her computer to load up while absent mindedly scribbling notes of a report she failed to complete on Friday. Tony starts chatting to somebody on his phone, normally Ziva would have cared about who it was, it annoyed her when he spoke of his girlfriends. She thought she had made it pretty obvious she liked him without actually saying it, but either he wasn't interested or he hadn't got the message. Today however she wasn't paying attention, she was still doodling on her piece of paper, when her computer bleeping at her, requesting a password. She quickly typed it in and sat back for a few seconds watching as her desktop flashed up on the screen. She opened her e-mails and read through several useless ones, she sent quick replies, and continued to make her way down the list. She had an e-mail from Tel Aviv, she opened it. It was from her cousin, she often e-mailed her, she sent a quick reply before going to close down her inbox. As she let her mouse fly over to the little red X an incoming e-mail popped up form Tony. 'Hey late night? You seem tired.' She sighed and typed back that he had no idea.
To be fair he didn't have any idea, she had spent the night wandering around Washington D.C. after somebody from her past was on her doorstep when she arrived home at about 10 o'clock from a date. Instead of trying to get rid of him she reversed out of the apartment complex and drove into the centre of Washington. She had bought take away Chinese and sat on a park bench for three hours before heading back to her car, to drive home, she drove the long way round, so it was about 2 in the morning when she finally got home. He had vanished somewhere so she felt comfortable letting herself in, thought she locked the door quickly behind her and checked her entire apartment for any disturbance. She finally went to be at half three that morning, so after three hours sleep she was not the happiest person in the world.
Of course she didn't tell Tony any of this, she just led him to believe she had been on a date and she had been up all night with said date. It was easier that way. She began typing the report she failed to finish last week. For the next hour the bullpen was in silence, Gibbs floating in and out having no paper work to do. He eventually disappeared up to the directors office to go pay her a visit, or wind her up, either was likely with Gibbs. A few minutes after Gibbs had left a man came in from the stairs, he walked into the bullpen and stood at Ziva's desk.
"Erm, Officer David?" She looked up at him, he was small, but incredibly skinny. He had dark hair and bright green eyes, he looked slightly scared and any other day Ziva would have played on this but today she was just too tired. She settled for a simple 'yes' and he handed over a small parcel, a two inch square box. Ziva accepted it and the boy walked off. Ziva examined the box for a few seconds before pulling out her knife and slowly cutting into the box. After a few seconds of precise cutting Ziva pulled the top of the box up revealing the contents. Her face showed shock and pain for almost half a second before she quickly masked her feelings and threw the box into the bin.
Tony who had returned to his computer after the parcel guy had left didn't notice the look that crossed Ziva's face but McGee had, who had been watching her carefully, worried about her after she was late, as it was not usual for her to be late. He was about to say something to her when her desk phone rang.
"Officer David."
"Get my parcel?" Ziva's breath caught in her throat as she heard his voice for the first time in almost 6 years. She quickly composed herself.
"Yes. I threw it away." He paused obviously thinking of what to say next.
"Playing hard to get darling? I always win in the end." He answered before he hung up, leaving Ziva still holding the phone, she shook her head lightly wondering how things got so weird. She put the phone back into its cradle trying to return her attention back to her work. Tony and McGee were both watching her McGee looking slightly concerned, Tony amused.
"Unsatisfying lover Ziva?" She looked up at him for a few moments, watching him to see how he was expecting her to answer, no concern, worry or even caring. He was joking, being humorous as usual. She returned her eyes to her computer before muttering a response.
"Something like that."
Tony laughed and continued to type away on his computer, while McGee watched Ziva for tell tale signs of stress. After a few minutes he went downstairs to discuss this with Abby.
Down in Abby's lab McGee filled her in on what was going on that morning. Abby was being less then helpful.
"So, maybe she did just have a new boyfriend. The thing she put in the bin could have been anything, totally not relating to the phone call. McGee you worry too much. Lemme go talk to her!"
"No Abby." McGee flung his arms out stopping her from leaving the lab. "You have work to do don't you?"
"No. Its like a freaking crime holiday." McGee laughed at this but still trying to keep her in the lab.
"If anybody can get her to talk its Tony, right?" Though considering Tony didn't even realise she wasn't being herself, he was too wrapped up in his own world. McGee stayed with Abby for the next few few hours before being summoned back to his desk by Gibbs who wanted to know why he wasn't doing his paper work.
The rest of the day passed by in almost absolute silence, none of the three junior agents talking each lost in their own thoughts, worries and hopes. When it came for the three to go home, Tony practically ran out of the bullpen anxious to get off to his date, McGee headed down to Abby's lab to talk to her while Ziva slowly packed away her things, wondering what she would spend tonight doing, she hoped it would be sleeping but she had little faith.
Post Script: NCIS isn't mine. Lemme know what your thinking peeps!
Love kate xxx