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Ziva was still in shock. "Gibbs, Vance, Ducky… They're all dead? What happened to Abby, and McGee, and…"
Tony was silent for a moment. "Abby and McGee both resigned. Abby was… more than devastated, she was a wreck. McGee comforted her for a while, now they're dating. I'm the new director of NCIS, by the way."
Ziva nodded. "And I…?"
"You are the leader of your own team, one made up of three rather… new agents. And…" Tony's voice trailed off. He really didn't want to tell her. He sighed, took a deep breath, and stared at the floor. "Your father's dead, Ziva. McGee found him and shot him."
Ziva was practically hyperventilating.
"And us? What about us?" She was tentative to ask the questions, especially those that needed answers the most. "Where do we live? Alone? Why the hell do we have a minivan?!"
Tony hesitated. "We were married on May 6th, 2008. We have three daughters, one of them is adopted. Aiza is nine, adopted from Pakistan. Arietta and Bianca are twins, three years old. We live in a house near your old apartment."
Ziva slowly shook her head. Tony excused himself and ducked out of the room. She took a moment to stare in wonder and devastation at the ceiling. Almost all of those she cared about were dead. She had no family left, her team was broken up…
Tony returned with two little girls. Dark brown hair fell in delicate ringlets, framing their identical faces. Arietta, on the left, wore a light blue sundress. Bianca wore the same, but in green.
From behind Tony, an older girl approached Ziva's bedside. Aiza, she assumed. The girl looked a lot like Ziva when she was young, but they had no biological connections.
Aiza was silent, just looking down at her other. Nobody said a word, and the twins clutched Tony's hand. Ziva just looked up at him, pain, anguish, and bewilderment obvious in her expression. In one day, she had lost it all.
Bianca blinked, and whispered the word "Mommy." Tears once again welled in her eyes, and she looked back at Tony, silently begging him to save her from all of this. He quietly herded the girls back into the waiting room.
Ziva wanted to scream. This couldn't be true. This was all a trick. Everything. As soon as she was ready again, she would go back to work, under director Vance and special agent Gibbs. Tony would be just a colleague, and nothing will be different.
Except now it was.
She heard bits and pieces of Tony explaining her condition to the girls, and a single tear slid down her cheek. She ripped out the IV with her good hand, and swung her legs to the side of the bed. Grabbing some nearby crutches, she made her way slowly to the waiting area, wincing at the pain of her sprained wrist.
Several nurses dropped their files and approached her, but Ziva shrugged them off.
Arietta looked up, and called "Mommy!" Ziva heart shattered. She slowly moved closer, meeting Tony's concerned gaze for a moment. She brushed a lock of hair from Arietta's face, but said nothing.
She had a feeling these unfamiliar girls were used to silence.
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