Author's Note: So, you asked for chapter 2. I'm giving it to you, hehe. Hope you enjoy. Some action starts now.
Chapter 2:
Ziva pulled out the keys to her apartment door, unlocking it. She stepped inside, glancing around casually before placing her bag down on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. She rested her head in her hands and let out a sigh. Why did it have to be so difficult for her to not dream?
She glanced up at the knock on her door. Who could have followed her home already? That was impossible. Certainly not with her driving was it anyone from NCIS. She sighed and stood back up, walking over to the door. She opened it, and the shock that followed at the sight of the person behind the door was enough to stun her momentarily.
"Ziva.." the Israeli accent of a man said.
Ziva opened her mouth to speak, but instead found her lips covered by his. After the shock of it all passed a second later, she pulled herself away and stared at him. "Amzi.." she whispered, placing her hand to his cheek.
Amzi smiled. In his mind, it didn't matter that Ziva wasn't officially a Mossad agent anymore. She still belonged to him, regardless of the state of her dreams. He knew why her father threw her to the Americans. "I've missed you, Ziva."
"But.." Ziva started. "I thought.. I mean.. you were.."
Amzi cupped her face in both of his hands. "No Ziva.. I'm not dead," he told her quickly.
Ziva allowed the touch for a moment, before she backed away from him. "This isn't possible.. Amzi.. I attended your funeral myself," she told him. She would have reached for her gun, had she not left it in her desk at work.
"I realize that this is.. very unconventional," Amzi admitted. "But Ziva, I loved you, I still do," he told her, grabbing for her hand. "All I ask is that you trust me."
Ziva shook her head, pulling her hand from him. "I cannot.." she told him, closing the door on him.
Amzi made himself speak up quickly. "I know you can't dream!"
Ziva froze, opening the door back up to stare at him. "What do you want from me Amzi?" she asked suddenly.
"You.." Amzi told her, grabbing her by both arms. "And this time your father won't stop me from having you.."
Ziva glanced down at his hands holding onto her arms. "I do not recall ever having been yours, Amzi," Ziva told him, pulling her arms out of his grasp.
Amzi smirked. "Oh, you will be mine," he told her. "You should know by now, that I do not take no for an answer, my dear Ziva."
"And you should realize, I'm not some child you can manipulate anymore," Ziva told him, and within seconds she had her knife from her side, up against his throat. "Now I'm going to suggest that you leave, before I cut your throat out here and now."
Amzi was smiling on the inside. 'Oh yes.. this is why I love her..' he thought. "Still as fiesty as ever," he said, putting a frown on his face. "Do you truly wish for me, your first, to leave now, without knowing what we could have together?" he asked her.
Ziva ignored the flutter that passed through her stomach. "I do."
"Now those are words I long to hear.." Amzi muttered, stepping back. "If I'm going to leave, and not come back, at least give me a kiss good-bye," he suggested to her, a smile growing on his face.
Ziva said nothing, but she also did nothing when he stepped forward again. If giving him one kiss, would get him to leave and never come back, then what did she have to lose? But the moment his lips were on her, she felt it. The mistake. The barrel of the gun against her skin.
Amzi smiled. "Your father knew what was best for you back then.. it's too bad, but.."
"But you're going to drop the gun before I blow your brain out of your head."
Ziva was shocked. That was Gibbs.. Gibbs had come to her apartment?
"Very well," Amzi said, putting his hands in the air. "I believe I'll accept your offer to leave and not come back."
Ziva watched Amzi leave from behind Gibbs. She said nothing when he turned to look at her, and when he closed the door, she was still staring at the same spot as before.
"Ziva, who was he?" Gibbs asked.
Ziva shook herself out of the daze and looked at Gibbs. "A very.. very large mistake from my past," she told him quietly.
Gibbs walked with Ziva over to her couch and sat down with her. "Tell me what's going on Ziva.."
Ziva glanced at him. She could tell he already knew. "If you already know the problem, why are you asking?" she asked him curiously.
"Ziva, this started when Ari died, didn't it?" he asked her. "Tell me why you didn't tell me.."
Ziva opened her mouth to explain herself, but nothing came out. She had no real explaination except for her pride. "I did not wish for anyone to know.." she admitted quietly. "It's an embarrassment to me, and to my people.." she explained to Gibbs.
Gibbs was shocked, but he didn't show it. He hadn't expected Ziva to talk to him so easily. Afterall, she never opened up about her problems, or about her life, it didn't matter who was asking her. "Ziva, there's nothing wrong with not dreaming," he told her. "Dreams are just that.. dreams.. you control what's real."
Ziva smiled slightly. 'Leave it to Gibbs to have somewhat of the right words for you in a dark time..' she thought to herself. "I know that.." she admitted. "It's nice to hear it.. but I know. I just hope one day, I can dream again.."
BAM!!
Ziva and Gibbs shot up from where they were sitting. Somewhere nearby, something had exploded. And it was a little too close for comfort, for either one of them.
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So. That's the end of chapter 2. Are you curious? Are you worried? Bet you're wondering who Amzi really is. Well, he'll be explained in a bit more detail next chapter. Guaranteed.
-Rei