Alright, I'm baaack with an interesting twist. :) I'm really surprised at how fast I'm writing this fanfic, if I wrote my other's as fast as this than I would have finshed them all by now. :D
I jerked up. I had broken out in a cold sweat.
"Honey, are you ok?" My Husband asked me.
I tok deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart. "I am fine, It was just a bad dream."
"You sure? You have been having a lot of them lately."
I buried my face in his bare chest. "I am sure.
He wrapped his arms around me. "I love you Ziva." He whispered.
"I love you to, Miguel." I whispered back.
I waited until Miguel's breathing changed, then, knowing he was asleep, I wiggled out of his arms and slipped out of bed. I walked over to the balcony doors and stepped outside. I walked over to a chair and sat down.I had partly told Miguel the truth. I was having bad dreams, but these dreams were not just dreams. They were my past. A past I sometimes wish I could forget, but I can not forget it, and a part of me is glad. I really do not want to forget Gibbs, Ducky, Palmer, Abby, McGee, and most of all Tony. I just want to forget Tony dying, or at the very least I want the dreams to stop, but it had been almost six years and the dreams were as vivid as the day he died.
Every year around this time the dreams return, always the same. Miguel does not know about Tony, I had moved to LA months after he had died. That was where I was reunited with Miguel Rivkin, Michael's twin brother. We got married two years ago, now we live in Miami. Miguel works for Mossad, and I gave up NCIS and am now a bounty hunter. I let out a sigh. "Things have deffinately changed Tony." I whispered.
***
"Ziva, Ziva wake up."
"Huh?" I opened my eyes and saw Miguel.
"You fell asleep out here," He sounded concerned. "Are you all right?"
I stood up and streched. I was sore. "I am fine." I said with a yawn.
"Are you sure?"
"I said I am fine." I snapped.
"Ok, ok." Miguel replied.
"Sorry."
Miguel put his arm around my shoulder. "It is ok Ziva, you had a long night. Come, I fixed breakfest for you." He said as he led me back inside.
I gave Miguel a skeptical look. "You cooked breakfest?"
Miguel laughed. "Actually I went to Bojangles and bought some biscuits."
I laughed. "It figures, last time you cooked I ended up in the hospital with food poisoning." I teased as I changed clothes.
"Hey, that was not my fault." Miguel replied.
"I told you to throw out that cheese weeks ago."
"Did not."
"Did to."
Miguel waved his hand in dismisal. "It does not matter. Let's go eat."
Miguel and I made small talk while we ate. Miguel glanced at his watch and frowned. "I have to go. A friend of mine, Michael, will be comming over later to drop something off. Will you give him this for me Dear?" Miguel asked as he held out an envelop.
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks. I will see you later." Miguel said. He gave me a kiss than left.
A soft cry came from upstairs. "Comming Sarai." I called out. I quickly went upstairs and entered the guest room. There in a crib laid five month old Sarai. "Hey Sarai." I said softly as I picked her up.
"Let's go get you something to eat." I took her down stairs and fed her. Then I played with her until it was time for her nap.
After Sarai was asleep I cleaned the house. Once I had finally finshed I got some polisher and a rag and went up to my room. I opened my closet. At the very top was an old, small box. I took it down, went over to my bed, and opened it. Inside were two badges. Mine, and Tony's. I polished my badge, than I slowly polished Tony's.
I knew Tony's dad should have his badge, I had tried to give it to him, but he insisted I keep it. He said Tony would want me to have it.
The doorbell rang, jarring me from my thoughts. I put the badges back in the box, than put the box back in the closet.
Sarai began to cry.
"Hold on, I will be there in a minute." I yelled as I went and got Sarai.
"Sarai, I cannot wait til your mom comes back." I mumbled as I picked her up. I headed downstairs.
Sarai's mom was Miguel's sister, she and her husband had gone on a vacation so Miguel offered to keep Sarai. She is a good girl, but I am not a motherly woman.
The doorbell rang again.
"I said hold on." I snapped as I balanced Sarai on my hip. I opened the door. The blood drained from my face and my heart stopped. It could not be, but there was no mistaking him.
The man in front of me was someone who has haunted me for almost six years in my dreams.
Ah, a nice little cliffhanger, don't you think. :) R&R please. :D
