Once again I do apologize for any spelling mistakes I make. English is not my native language, you've just got to read through them.
Healing part 3
Ziva slowly got out of her bed and was making her way to the shower.
'where do you think you going'
Ziva turned around which caused a slight pain in her left side. 'shower'
'ohhh yeah sure mmm you need help' Gibbs felt a little weird asking her that but he needed to know.
Ziva cocked her eyebrow ' no I don't need or want any help'
Gibbs followed her never the less.
'what are you doing'
' well I need to show you were your stuff is and I think a towel would come in handy. If you are not out within the hour I will be coming in to retrieve you'
' I am taking a shower I won't be going on a mission anytime soon you know' Her voice was still awfully soft but the willpower shined through.
Gibbs smiled, there was his Ziver. He was about to leave her to it when he turned around and asked.
'what's with your voice'
'they damaged my larynx, it will be alright but it needs time. So shouting at you won't be a good idea just right now'
Gibbs smiled 'why would you be shouting at me'
Ziva turned around and while she was entering the bathroom muttered 'cause I can tell you're going to be a lot worse than any doctor I've been with so far'
Gibbs grinned and walked away to work on his boat 'you ain't seen nothing yet'
She had some time left when she emerged from the bathroom. The shower had done her good, she smelled like…well like herself again. Her own shampoo,her own perfume, her own lotion it just felt good. She carefully made her way to the basement but the times where she would sneak up on someone where long gone.
'feeling better'
'yes, thank you. Oh my god, I haven't died you know'
'what do you mean' Gibbs really didn't know what the hell she was talking about. He was definitely going to get used to having a woman around the house again.
'you made a boat with my name on it. You only do that for all the woman in your life who have died. Shannon, Kelly, Caitlin, Jenny and now me. That's not right, you have to give it another name. I have no intention of dying anytime soon. You haven't given up on me, have you'
Gibbs looked at his boat. She was right, he should give it another name. She had come back from the dead. He looked up at Ziva and saw a face in pain. Gibbs quickly came running up the remaining stairs. 'what's wrong'
'too much stairs, have to sit for a while before I can make it back'
When Gibbs wanted to pick her up, she gave him a look that could have killed him right then and there. 'don't you dare' She slowly began to move up the stairs again but stopped after 3 steps. 'Oke, this is going to be a problem, you can carry me out of the basement if you still want to'
Gibbs said nothing in order not to put her through more embarrassment than she was feeling right now. He knew it would have taken her a lot to admit defeat.
'What do you want for breakfast' Gibbs put her down in his kitchen and started to make breakfast.
'I can choose'
'Yup'
'pancakes…and lot's of them with maple syrup on top' Ziva swallowed hard at the thought of the pancakes that were going to be on her plate very soon. Gibbs looked at Ziva while she ate and boy did she ate. He was amazed at the amount she was gobbling down, no shoveling down would be a more accurate word to describe what he saw her do. This was not looking good, she cannot eat that much. He knew from experience that after all that hospital food her stomach wouldn't be able to deal with this kind of abuse, but he also knew eating this kind of food was heaven at least for a while.
'Ducky is coming over this morning to give you a check up and to talk about physiotherapy with you.'
Ziva just nodded. All of a sudden she turned as white as a sheet and motioned for Gibbs to move aside. The pancakes she just ate came out the same way, thank god she made it to the sink. Gibbs sighed.
'great, first not being able to go up a view lousy stairs and now this' She cleaned herself up and the sink. Her body was beginning to hurt like hell, the vomiting didn't help. Gibbs saw she was in pain and gave her some medication that would take the edge of. Neither one of them spoke.
'I think I am going to lie down for a little bit if that is alright with you' Gibbs just nodded, he made no comment about her weaken state.
Ziva just bearly made it to her bed, she was grateful for the fact she could use the overhanging sling in order to hoist herself onto to bed without asking for any help. She was disappointed with herself, she was only up…for what….two hours and she was already feeling exhausted. Her whole body ached, she had a headache and to top it off her left eye was watering up so that meant wearing that goddamm patch for the rest of the day.
Ducky arrived about an hour after Ziva had gone for a rest.
'how is she Jethro'
' not doing good, duck, not doing good. She showered, came to visit me in the basement. She couldn't make it back up the stairs so I had to carry her back up. She had some breakfast, gave back the breakfast and went to bed.'
'oh dear. Do you think she is awake.'
' why don't you go and see for yourself, she's down the hall in her room'
'her room ?' Ducky smiled at the thought how fast Gibbs had made it her room. When Ducky entered the room he saw Ziva fast asleep and it gave him a good change to take a good look at her without her knowing. Her hair cut off, on her left eye she was wearing a patch and her left leg was still supported by a brace. Her wrists bore the scars of her capture and since she wasn't wearing a shirt with long sleeves he could see the scars of the torture she went through on her arms. He walked back to the kitchen where he poured himself a good cup of tea. He was going to do this, he could do this, this wasn't like back in the days. He wasn't the one anymore who had looked the other way, he could help her. Ducky took a view deep breaths and poured himself and Ziva a cup of tea. He knew she always loved having tea with him. He placed the tea cup on the table so she could reach it and started to gently wake her up. Ziva woke up to see Ducky sitting next to her, he handed her a cup of tea and they both enjoyed it in silence. Ducky remembered the good old days when she would come down to the morgue and they would do this without even uttering a word to each other. He sighed, he needed to get on with the matter at hand.
'welcome back my dear'
'thanks Ducky, it's good to be back.'
'Now we're going to go over you recovery plan, we want you up and running as soon as possible. Abby needs some support to keep the guys in line'
The rest of the afternoon was spend talking and planning all aspects of her road to a full recovery. Ducky didn't once ask her about her ordeal. He figured if she wanted to tell her story she would do so in her own time.
Author's Note
Ducky remembered his days like he did in the episode Broken Bird. He kept a prisoner alive so he would get through one more day of torture. Please forgive me if I do not get all the idioms correct, sometimes like Ziva on the show I am like 'what's the difference' she got her point across. LOL
