AN: Just assume that Ziva's timeline and the DC timeline are consistent with eachother

Guest: I updated them together because they are the same story. I wanted to make a new start and not just continue the same story since it had been abandond for so long. But I did want to let anyone following the story and still waiting for an update know that the story would finally be continued. Broken trust has been deleted as of now
trixie111 Thank you I hope you enjoy this next part.
Debbie Thank you very much.

To anyone if you've got idea's for me to put in feel free to leave a review. Still got some room and gaps.

Chapter 3

Washington DC

The days past slowly and McGee could only hope that Gibbs would get the team together again. Soon. He looked at the clock, lunch break and if he wanted to be on time for the lunch with Abby he needed to hurry.

When they were eating Abby was back to the questions. Every once in a while, almost every other day, she asked McGee if he had heard more from Tony than she had, if he knew if Gibbs had gotten Vance to put the team back together again. The first week she asked about Ziva, after that she had stopped. Why McGee had only been able to guess. Though after a week of not asking about her friend she started to ask again, if he had heard anything, anything at all from Ziva.

"Timmy, have you heard from Ziva?" Abby looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.

"No, Abby I have not"

Abby looked down shortly, as if she was doubting if she should ask further. "Do you know if Tony heard from her?" Again McGee shook his head "WHY NOT MCGEE!"

At this outburst McGee was a little shocked, he was glad that there was to much noise for people to look up and pay attention to them. "I do not know Abby" he said

She threw her napkin down and stormed away. McGee knew that it was to no use to run after her. If Abby was in one of her moods, especially since the team had been split up there was no one that could reason with her. Sometimes not even Gibbs. So he just paid and left for the NCIS basement again. When he came down there he saw that he desk was taken by someone ells. One of the people who worked under him.

"Boss" Josh said

"What are you doing by my desk Josh?"

"The..uh…Director Vance assigned me as leader, and uh..you are pla-placed back in your old team."

Dazzled McGee walked back to the elevator and pressed up, and indeed as he walked into the old safety of the bullpen he saw that his stuff was placed in boxes on his desk. And to his surprise so was the desk next to him.

"Probie!" he heard from behind his back.

"Tony, what are you doing here?"

"Being reassigned back. Was beginning to worry I had to stay on the ship forever. So where is our little mossad assassin?"

"She's not here Tony. Have you heard from her?"

"No, I thought you would have , I mean I have been on a ship all this time! Maybe Abby has I'm gonna say hello to her."

"You better not do that Tony" McGee answered him "I had just lunch with Abby she asked about Ziva and when I did not know anything she kind of flipped"

Still Tony left, but after he came back he gave McGee a look that said that Abby was still in the same mood as McGee had last seen her in. Though they could not do anything about Ziva's absence. And very slowly they began to work in a rhythm again, with Gibbs as their fearless leader.

Tel Aviv

As morning came and Ziva woke up from yet another sleepless night. And yet again woke up alone. The books Ziva had gotten from one of the nurses were lying on her bedside table, mostly untouched. Every time she picked up one of the books she heard Tony's voice, saying she needed more fun than just from books.

And if she got as far as opening them she could not focus her mind on processing what the words were telling. She had never had this much time to think about things. Mostly she was thinking about the team. Thinking about what she had done wrong, if she had really misjudged her time with them so much.

How at first she did not trust them just as they did not trust her. Slowly they had each opened up to each other, at least that is what she had thought. She would not want them out of her life not for anything in the world. Though if her time with them had meant anything would they not have let her know that they cared now she was lying there, they had to know. Her father would have surely told director Vance, he kept a lot to himself. Out of control over her, or because of the safety of many never her. But this, something like this he would surely have told, right?

Right at that moment no one other than Eli David came walking into her room, two of his body guards flanked by his side. As they both turned to the door through which he had come Eli walked closer by.

"Aba!" Ziva said, full of relief, her father had come. He had come for her, to see how she was doing. Though that hope was crushed almost as soon as Eli had come to stand still next to her bedside.

The only thing he did was look down at his daughter, his eyes spoke of disappointment, as if she was a disgrace to him. Ziva wanted to ask him so much, if anyone of NCIS had contacted him, if any of her family knew about her situation. But as Eli stood next to her she became a small girl again, as she looked in his eyes. Somewhere deep inside she saw the father that she had loved, the father that kissed her knee if she had fallen down, the father that always made her smile, kissed away her tears.

"Aba, I…" Ziva began she tried to sit up, to raise her arms, nothing more than hug her father. Like he used to do when she was little and was sad about something. But the failure that was seen in Eli's eyes directed to her only became bigger, as the disappointment and detestation.

The only word he soflty muttered was "disgrace" closed his eyes, turn around, and walked away. His guards following him, and like that he walked out on her. With each step he walked away from her she began to see it. Something she should have seen years ago. The father she had once known was gone, buried so deep under the mask he put up that he himself did not know the other excised anymore. She was nothing more than a big disappointment in his eyes, now she would be bound to a wheelchair for life she had no use to him anymore. He had probably wished that she would have died from her wounds, or just never woke up again from her coma.

And like a little girl who's father had left her she started the cry. Her arms around her upper body to protect what was left of her, to hold the last piece she had in her inside.