Here comes the new chapter! There wasn't an update yesterday, and I wanted to let you know that there might not be an update every day. But I try my best to update on a regular base! The next chapters could be difficult though, because they will be tricky ones and I will have to research a lot!
A few things:
1.) I'm somehow super proud about this chapter, even though it caused me a lot of struggling, since I had to re-arrange the story a little, because of my own stupidity. I made a mistake in thinking. Ah, yeah, sounds like me.
2.) Again I forgot to tell you where this takes place, especially because I had to figure it out as well. I finally know that this definitely takes place after Eli's death! For a reason of course ;)
3.) I keep hearing Ziva's voice inside my head when I write her dialogues - you should do that as well^^
4.) I'm just as Ziva, messing up sayings - I'm sorry for that!
And again enjoy reading & make me happy with some reviews!
Several hours later, Gibbs informed Vance about the hack attack, McGee was still looking for the person behind it.
"This makes me want to tear my hair out!" they heard Tim saying. "Nobody can hack a system without leaving any traces!"
Ziva, who sat at her desk in silence since lunch time turned her head to his desk. "Don't worry McGee; it's not your fault that you can't find anything. Time will tell us more!"
"Thank you Ziva", Tim replied sighing over his failed researches.
It was around 9pm when Ziva found herself on the edge of the stairs to Gibbs basement.
He somehow knew she was coming, his senses never failed him. The way she was standing there, insecure, so untypical her, reminded him of one of the first times she came over to see him.
Their bond has grown a lot since then and he wondered how it would feel like if Kelly stood there like her. Asking for his help.
When Ziva arrived downstairs he quickly wiped away his thoughts and gently smiled at her.
"To what do I owe the honor of your visit my dear?"
She leaned against the stair-rail, following every step he would make, observing the situation.
"I came over to talk to you about something." Gibbs let out a small laugh at her reply.
"I already thought about that Ziv."
A few minutes after pacing around the basement restlessly she started talking again: "Gibbs, I know your rules are important to you. For a reason. And I also know you won't like what I'm about to say, but trust me, I will figure…"
"Hey, hey! Get to the point Ziva. Has it something to do with DiNozzo?"
"Uhm, yes, actually it has. How do you know? However, this is not what you might think. Tony and I, it was…non-recurring thing. Really!" the words came out of her , leaving her breathless.
"And why are you telling me this? I mean I somehow saw this coming from the first minute. But as you said, it's a non-recurring event, and I trust you. Or is there something else left to say?"
"Yes Gibbs", she stopped right in front of him. "I'm pregnant."
Silence was hovering over them the next few seconds. He was examining her face to see how she was feeling.
He could see a familiar reaction. Her back straightened, a straight look, trying to regain control.
The appearance of a professional Mossad. It would always be like that, even though the Mossad was part of her past now. But there was a brief moment of sorrow as well. If you didn't know her you wouldn't even notice it.
"But I will manage it somehow Gibbs", she said, breaking the silence between them.
He didn't answer her. He just took her into her arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
And for a moment he could see behind the curtain. She wasn't crying, because her father always taught her about keeping up pride. She just seemed to be so tired, like a huge weight was lifted onto her shoulders.
"I never doubted you would Ziva. But you have to tell Tony anyway, and you know that, right?"
Ziva looked up when Gibbs spoke out what she was afraid to say.
"But how?" her reply was a small whisper.
"I guess", Gibbs looked down at her, still holding her lightly, "you have to figure that out on your own."