Ok, sorry for not updating sooner, but I've been so busy. I got swamped with tests this week and I was studying every day. Well anyway, please take note this is before Ari is with Hamas and stuff and he is very nice (as you will see) and for the person who asked me all the questions, just read and they will be answered. Oh, and italics are flashbacks if you're wondering. And underlined italics are the song(at the end). Ok, I've been talking too much, now go read!!!!!
Chapter 3
Who, What, When, Where, and Why?
Ziva stirred to find herself blinded by a white light and her body covered with warmth.
Did I die?She wondered with the slightest bit of hope. She would have rather died from the gunshot wound than her father killing her for her failed mission. She groaned, now feeling an intense migraine and her vision finally came into perspective. She was being carried by Tal- no, he died. Eshkol? No he died as well. Was it Mizrachi? Couldn't be. So it had to be Yosef. She finally realized it as she looked past the white light to his face. It was covered with sweat and arms were around his neck. She became slightly alarmed, but then saw it was just the boy clinging to Yosef's back since she was in his arms. She gazed back up at the white light and winced away with pain to realize that it was just the sun high in the sky. And the warmth was coming from the sun, but not only the sun. Ziva shifted in her arms to see her side was soaked with blood. She was covered with warmth because she was covered in her own blood. She felt sick and shuddered away.
Yosef felt her move in his now almost numb arms and looked down. She was turning away from her side. The side she got shot in. How did I let this happen? She shouldn't have gotten hurt,Yosef thought to himself with anger. Ever since he had been assigned to her team, he felt feelings for her. Not love, but he felt protective over her. He was 5 years older and he felt like he was in place of her older brother since she missed him so much. Ziva was now staring up at him eyes searching for help. "We'll be there soon Ziva, soon ok?"
Ziva then looked back up at the sun, gazing into its fiery glare, then slipped back into the darkness where she did not feel the pain.
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The bed was soft, the sheets were cool, and she no longer felt the pain. What, or more likely who is trying to wake me when I am finally content? she thought to herself with a bit of anger. She tried to fall asleep again, into her safe place, but the person was persistent. She finally opened her eyes to see a person that put a smile on her face. "Ari!" she exclaimed trying to sit up. He put his hand on her shoulder and lowered her back down.
"Well, that takes care of one question. You know who I am," he said pulling her into a small hug being careful not to squeeze her now bandaged side.
She looked at him questionably and he answered like he did for all his patients, "You have been out for a while and we think you hit your head so I want you to answer all these questions to the best of your ability."
"Who are you?"
"Mossad Officer Ziva David, age 18, and your sister." Ari smiled at this. She stopped saying she was his half-sister a while ago because of how close they had gotten.
"What happened before you passed out?"
"My team and I were supposed to be saving a boy who had information about Hamas but the Americans who were also supposed to be fighting Hamas as well attacked us! Now three of my men are dead and we have a large problem since we also just killed three Americans!" Ziva fumed.
Ari calmed her and went on with the simple questions. "What year and month is it?"
"We are in the month of July, the 15th I think, and the year 1998."
"Good. Where are you?"
"I am in our Mossad Camp on the Gaza Strip."
"Why?"
"We are fighting Hamas and we think their camp is somewhere close. That is why father sent me here. This is why Eshkol, Tal, and Mizrachi are dead!"
Ari gave her a sad look and she pulled away from him. "No. No. Yosef cannot be dead. Please no!"
"Hush Ziva, no he is not dead. But, the boy is."
Ziva looked at him in disbelief, then in anger. "Why couldn't you save him? Why?! He could have told us vital information….he …he was too young!" She flew into his arms shaking. She tried to give reasons to cover her fear. With the boy dead, all the more reason for her father to beat her harder. Ever since her mother died when she was 6, her father beat her for not doing something right. If she didn't hold her gun right, or she was too tired to run after hours of fighting she would get slapped around. Up to age 10 she had just gotten slapped for things like this, but when her sister Tali died when she was 10, her father beat her for now the littlest things. He always told her, "You are worthless if you cannot stand and fight. You are worthless if you cry. But most of all, you are a worthless rat when you fail."
"Ziva. Ziva, when the boy fell,…his wound got filled with sand and dirt and an infection immediately started to grow. The bullet also hit a vital spot and he had continuous bleeding when he got here. There was no hope for him, but your wound was not bad and it was an easy patch up," Ari explained quietly.
He held her just feeling her shake and then felt his hand get warm and wet. All her dry sobs caused her wound to break open again. He laid her down and pulled up her shirt just exposing her bandaged stomach. He cleaned it then wrapped her up again just in time to hear Yosef, the last man from her team, ask to come in. Ari pulled her shirt down to cover the large bandage and called him in. Ziva thanked him; he kissed her on her forehead and left the two alone.
"Yosef, are you injured?" Ziva asked immediately glancing down at his thigh. Ziva always called him as his last name, just like her mother had called people by their last name.
"Yes, but I am fine Ziva. Geez, …you, ah, had me really worried."
"Ari is a great doctor and we are glad to have him with us. The …the boy died, Yosef. Our teammates died, we, we killed three Americans. Our mission was a failure," Ziva said, wincing slightly when she said failure. She never failed, she was the daughter of the Director of Mossad, and she was the best agent her father had. She was strong, skilled, intelligent, but for the first time she realized she had never failed in fear of her father beating her to death.
Yosef sat down on her cot and pulled her into a hug. He whispered softly into her ear, "One fail does not mean you are a failure. We will face Director David together. You did not act alone on this."
The words were slightly comforting, but she knew that Yosef would get off easily with a commanding officer while she would just be left at her father's wrath.
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Tony laid on his cot looking up at the stars through the hole in the top of his tent. He had his mp3 he had gotten from Abby in and was thinking about the beautiful girl that he had seen only a day ago. Tony loved listening to his mp3 because it reminded him of his family back home. Not his drunken, abusive father and all of his gang member uncles, but his second family as he called them. That was his best friends Tim Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, and Tim's dad Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Tony liked the name, but he made him call him Gibbs. A song came on that Abby had loaded onto his mp3 and his heart felt heavy. It was her favorite song Mad World by Tears for Fear and it was on when he told them he was leaving.
Tony stood at Tim's doorway and shifted his weight back and forth across his feet. After standing there for about five minutes he finally pressed the doorbell. Its chime echoed through the large house over the blasting music and Tim answered the door with a smile. But it quickly disappeared as his eyes looked over Tony and what he was wearing.
"So, you gonna let me in out of this heat Tim?" Tony joked trying to lighten the mood. But it was the middle of July and he was extremely hot in his Marines uniform.
He recognized the uniform right away. It was the same as his dad's. Tim was in total disbelief and felt so sad thinking that his very best friend that had practically been his brother for more than 10 years was going off to fight in the Marines. Tim finally snapped out of it and invited him inside. As Tony passed by him he felt overwhelmingly proud though. Tony, the kid that put bird eggs in our teacher's chair in 9th grade wants to go and fight for our country. Wow, good for him, Tim thought trying to be positive.
Just then Abby, their best friend from next door called from the den. "Timmy, is Tony here yet? He told me to come over 15 minutes ago…and my favorite song is on. Yayyy!" Abby then slid on her socks across the wood floors into the hallway. Even though she would be a sophomore this coming school year, she still acted like a kid on a sugar rush. Her black pig-tails swayed with the music and she turned the volume up with the remote in her hand. She finally looked up to see Tony in a Marine's uniform and Tim looking at her sadly. Her face fell along with the remote in her hand and the back flew off sending batteries all across the floor. Gibbs walked in from kitchen and started to ask what happened until he saw Tony in his uniform hugging a sobbing Abby and Tim leaning against the wall staring at the ground. Tim looked up at his dad and moved towards Abby.
"Abbs, I think my dad wants to talk to Tony. Come on," he whispered taking her from Tony's arms. She went reluctantly and cried into Tim's chest as he led her into the TV room. Unlike the others Gibbs had a smile spread across his face. Gibbs looked him in the eyes and said something Tony had never heard, "Tony, I am so proud of you and I always have been. You're a Marine now huh?" Tony nodded and blinked away tears. This was harder than he expected and Gibbs seemed to be reading his mind, like he always did. "You think this is hard? Ha! Now how did you become a Marine?" he joked as they walked towards the TV room to Tim and Abby.
Abby's favorite song was coming to an end and as soon as he entered the room Abby leapt from Tim's arms and flew into his. Between sobs she said, "I am so proud Tony, … but, but I ju-just don't want to lose you! Tony, you've been like my older brother for so long. Please Tony, just take care of yourself. I can't lose you," She then stared in his eyes and almost whispered from all her crying, "When do you deploy?"
Tony then looked away from her eyes in regret for not telling them sooner and mumbled, "Tomorrow." Abby bit her bright red lips and sat down next to Gibbs on the sofa. He turned to Tim and he asked if they could talk alone.
"Sure," Tim answered as he followed Tony into the kitchen.
"Listen Tim. I know I haven't told you this, but… I really do think of you as my brother. Study hard at college make sure you take care of Abby. I would say your good enough for her," Tony joked as Tim blushed. Tim had liked Abby for quite some time and they had gotten very close over the past few years.
"Uhh, well, thanks Tony. I'll take care of things back here and you just take care of yourself. Alright?" Tim said before he pulled Tony into a brotherly hug. A single tear escaped Tony's eye and Gibbs walked in and slapped him on the back of his head. "Oww! Hey!" Tony yelped.
"You're a Marine now Tony. No cryin'!" Gibbs laughed as he patted Tony on the back and walked him out. The two stood at his red 1998 Camaro in silence for a little while and Gibbs finally said, "Tony, I mean it. You're a Marine now. Sempri Fi."
"Thanks Gibbs. For… for just being there for me all this time, and …and for basically raising me. Ju-just thanks," he stuttered as he fought back tears and he climbed in the sports car. Tony started the engine and took one last look at Gibbs standing there waving at him and Tim holding Abby in his arms as she quietly cried before pulling out onto the road.
Tony remembered it all too well and he felt his eyes starting to water, but suddenly heard Gibbs' powerful voice echo through his head "You're a Marine now Tony. No cryin'!" Tony sighed and just before the song ended, he put it on repeat and climbed under the covers of his small cot. He soon fell asleep listening to the creepy song and dreamed about going home. His term was almost up and he couldn't wait to go home.
All around me are familiar faces And I find it kind of funny Children waitin' for the day they feel good And I find it kind of funny And I find it kind of funny How did you like it? Was it good? PS- I'll take suggestions, nothing is nailed down yet! -Your crazy very busy writer, Julia PSS- I'll post as soon as I can, but it might not be very fast. I am entering a hell month in like a day, so I might not be on for a while! :(
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere
Their tears are fillin' up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sits and listen, sits and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
A raunchy young world
Mad world
Are you guys mad at me for making Tim Gibb's son? My friends got really mad when I told them about it. I wanted Tim to be his son since Tim always seems to be left out in a lot of stories. But trust me, even if you don't like it, you will get a lot more McAbby out of it. And if you don't like McAbby, oh well.
Please review! I live for reviews!!!!!!!! The more reviews the faster this story gets updated. I'll take any type of review, but no fire please. I need to know some people are reading!!!!! Next chapter Tony and Ziva come face to face. TBC!!!
