A/N: Ok, I know it's been a while. I had hit the brick wall called writers block. Your reviews are the only thing that got me past it (well, and a friend constantly reminding me of your reviews). Sorry it is so short, and sorry for no Tiva! So, here is chapter four incredibly late!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

Chapter Four
Saturday September 15, 2012

Memories of the past racked her brain, as if she was transported into another world. As Ziva trudged through the woods, she had to fight the vivid images that kept flooding into her mind. The two worlds of home and the forest collided, to a point in which they seemed undecipherable. The cool whip of the breeze against her ankles soon transformed into the searing hot sun she felt throughout her body as she attempted to complete her father's unexpected 'survival expeditions'. As her walk through the forest continued so did her confusions, reality drifting away with every step. As her foot became entangled in forest brush, she collapsed to the ground, and for once she did not fight to get up. For in her mind, she was now back under the critical eye of her father, letting his calloused hand collide with her flesh with every incorrect movement. For once she surrendered, she surrendered to her father and surrendered to into the black abyss of sleep.

Four hours later...

Gibbs had gone searching for his missing new house guest. After hours of double checking the men's barracks, and other places where groups might congregate, he dove into the forest. He found what looked to be a collapsed figure. As he drew closer, he noticed that it was indeed his missing guest. Her foot was caught in the underbrush, and she was face down on the dirt. Her tank top hand ridden up ever so slightly that the tails of scars and bruises were visible. He gently attempted to rouse her from sleep, but he only received mumbled pleads,
"Please don't hurt me Papa…please."
She began to thrash in her sleep, as the words echoed in his ears. His and Ducky's initial suspicions of her being abused seem to be correct. He once again tried to wake her, except at a higher voice level.
"Ziva. Wake up."
Her eyes shot open and she attempted to stand up and fight, as the haze of flashbacks and sleep remained over her. Though once she was made aware of her surroundings, her heart rate slowed. Gibbs carefully began,
"I'm going to untangle your foot from the brush alright?"
Cautiously he began to remove the mess of plants and twigs that surrounded her foot and asked,
"Anything hurt?"
"I am fine."
She stated standing up straight. Though this felt to be a daunting obstacle. Her screamed in pain as she stood, her entire body ached, and she had a pounding headache that would not go away. Instead of vocalizing it, she continued with what was a common, something that became a constant. Pain. Her statement though did not seem to satisfy Gibbs.
"You are not training tomorrow."
"I am perfectly fine! There is no reas-"
"I said no."
His eyes turned cold and chilled her to the bone. Her father could not even do that to her.
"What am I suppose to do tomorrow then? Just sit around with Ducky?"
"No. I'm calling in a babysitter."
That was the last straw for her,
"I DO NOT NEED A BABYSITTER. I AM SEVENTEEN GIBBS!"
"Then stop acting like you're two."
She limped over to the car, slammed the door and huffed muttering things in different languages. Gibbs only smirked and drove back to the cabin.

Ziva woke up to the sound of a car engine shutting off. Curiously, she waltzed into the kitchen, her hair a mess, and still for once in her pajamas at 6:30 a.m.. She was greeted by a familiar face. She questioned,
"Jenny?"
"Ziva!"
They both gave each other a hug before they diving into a discussion about what had transpired since they had last spoken.
Jenny asked with an arched brow,
"So what did you do that made you end up here?"
"I made my father angry one too many times", she said with a smirk.
"Rivka always use to tell me about how you were such a troublemaker, and that you never listened."
"You of all people should have known my mother cannot lie to the people she trusts."
Jenny let a chuckle escape her lips and commented,
"You have your father's loyalty, your mother's looks, and I hope to god you inherited your father's driving style. Let's go grab some breakfast off base, I really don't feel like driving."

Jenny exited the car and muttered,
"Rivka..."

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