Yep here I am again procrastinating on that other story. Good for you I guess, bad for the people reading my other story, and if you are both of them, I don't know where you stand, just a confused upset person experiencing a midlife crisis way before you probably should, or maybe something not quite that dramatic but I would enjoy thinking that you would be that upset :).
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Tony stepped in the door and immediately saw Gibbs holding Ziva who was both pushing him away and holding onto him as tight as she could. Strange, he thought but what was even weirder was that Ziva was sobbing. Pain emanated throughout the whole room and when Gibbs turned and made eye contact, Tony saw tears glistening in his eyes. Ziva was curled in on herself, rocking as Tony stood there aghast, she had not noticed him.
"Make it stop Gibbs!" She wheezed out. "Just make it stop!" Her knuckles were white she was griping his arm so tight. He watched as Gibbs held her back.
"I can't Zi, I can't." Tony almost broke himself as he heard the hurt in his mentor s voice, at the inability to take away the pain. The only thing left to do was to ride it out. He watched in horror as Ziva lost all control, she struggled to take in any air, her breaths rapidly increasing. Her eyes widened and Gibbs clasped her head with both of his hands.
"Breathe Ziva, breathe." He said as Tony watched as slowly Ziva regained control and finally noticed Tony standing, watching. She pushed away from Gibbs, sniffling and trying to stand up. She tried to brush by him nonchalantly but he opened his arms and pulled her into a hug. Her muscles stiffened and slowly relaxed. He held her there silently for a few long moments before he let her go. They looked each other in the eye before Ziva dropped her gaze and walked out of the room. Tony turned to Gibbs baffled, Gibbs looked angry.
"Dinozzo, I said she was taking the day off," Gibbs was quiet and calm, but Tony knew that was just on the surface.
"I just thought-"
"Apparently you didn't think enough ." Gibbs snapped. "We were finally making progress." He said softer. Tony was confused, it didn't look like progress to him, it looked like raw, bleeding pain. He watched as Gibbs moved by him and into the guest room he had set up for Ziva.
Ziva was lying on her side facing the wall, head on the pillow, body looking small and vulnerable on the large bed.
"Ziva." Gibbs called, but she chose to ignore him. Tears still ran down her cheeks.
"Zivers." He was at the bed and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently tugging her onto back so he could she her face. A memory slipped into the forefront of Ziva's mind.
Ari had done the same gesture after she had an unusually harsh fight with her father. She looked up at him, he was so brave, so perfect, a cool superhuman seven year old brother to her.
"Sister, don't cry." He spoke to her soothingly in Hebrew. Tears continue to run down her small face. Ari wiped them gently. Trying to cheer her up, he placed her doll in her hands.
"Ilannah wouldn't want to see you cry, Ziva." He spoke, but Ziva just looked away, swallowing hard and crossing her arms.
"Oh it's one of those problems." Ari soothed, and he started to sing one of Ziva's favorite songs softly. Mesmerized in the soothing sound, Ziva closed her eyes the warmth of her brother sitting so close softened her and she felt loved. Little did she know she would later kill her brother.
Gibbs watched her eyes glaze over and pain sparkle through even more so than before. She blinked up at him confused for a moment before realization hit her. More tears welled up in her eyes. Gibbs stroked her hair gently. Emotionally, Ziva was exhausted, she felt her eye lids fluttering and Gibbs's soft kiss on the top of her forehead before she fell asleep.
Gibbs found Tony in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water and leaning on the counter. He warily watched Gibbs walk in.
"How is she?" He asked.
"Sleeping." Gibbs replied. Tony nodded, still very confused.
"So what do we do now?" Tony asked.
"We do not do anything, you will go home and get some sleep." Gibbs said, stern. Tony opened his mouth to protest but realized where he was.
"I want to be here Gibbs, for her I mean." He swallowed hard. "I want to be there for her." He finished and Gibbs gave a sharp nod.
"She's not ready for you to be here Dinozzo." Gibbs tried to be gentle but he still saw the hurt in Tony's eyes. Tony placed his glass on the counter and abruptly turned for the door.
"I'll still be here when she is." He scoffed over his shoulder, hurt.
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A few hours later, Gibbs was woken by muffled noises coming from the guest room. Quickly he identified the noise as Ziva. He hurried into her room, she was twitching in her bed. Gibbs cautiously called her name.
"Ziva." He called again. No response. Sighing, he knew what he had to do. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Ziva." He called again, placing a hand on her shoulder. She bolted upright and Gibbs nearly missed the punch that was thrown at his head.
"Shhhh, Ziva it s just me." He soothed. He watched her wild expression calm slightly. Her body trembled and Gibbs let her wrist go.
"Don't go anywhere." He pressed and stood up. He returned with a small glass of orange juice. Ziva looked at it quizzically.
"Orangle juice Gibbs?" She asked and he smiled softly.
"It's from the sunshine state. Makes you feel better after a bad dream." He pressed the glass to Ziva and noticed how her face paled at the mention of sunshine.
"You OK Ziva?"
"Yeah. It is just-" she paused. "That was Tali's favorite song, 'My Only Sunshine' or is it 'You Are My Sunshine'?" Ziva lapsed into silence, thinking. Gibbs broke it first.
"I used to do this-" he waved at the glass of OJ "for Kelly when she had a bad dream. Ran out of milk one night and just used orange juice, seemed to work so we kept it." He smiled and chuckled fondly at the memory. Ziva looked down at the glass in hand.
"I-i cannot take this Gibbs" she swallowed hard.
"Nah, it's not food now is it?" He pressed. Ziva smiled appreciatively.
"This is true." She said and raised the glass to her lips taking a small swallow before setting it back down. Gibbs set the glass on the bedside table and Ziva laid back down. He leaned over, stroking Ziva's hair gently, it was a form of contact that she did not cringe at, he did notice however that she tensed up.
"You wanna talk about it?" Gibbs asked and Ziva hesitated before replying.
"No Gibbs, I will be fine, it is just a dream no?"
Yeah, just a dream, you ll be OK. He reassured, but the second part fell through, not assuring either one of them.
Wow BAM there it is! Another short chapter that has nothing to do with school work or my other story! You guys are sooo lucky (Sarcasm and mischievous smile). So yeah um yeah.
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