Don't hurt me! I know it has been a while since I updated this story, but life and writer's block got in the way. Ideas are welcome of course to get my mind and imagination spinning! I have youtube and my brother to thank for this one. So here you go!

Chapter Three:

Self Defense Abby Style!

Ziva eyed her opponent down, looking for any indication for what Naomi might do next. Abby was watching them, taking in all the information she could about the essence of krav maga.

Naomi balanced her weight on her left, getting ready to kick out with her right leg. Ziva managed to pivot out of the way before Naomi could connect. Ziva threw a punch at her friend with an open hand. Naomi caught the punch and redirected it, crossing over with a punch of her own. This time she connected, sending a powerful jolt of pain through Ziva's system.

"That one actually hurt," she commented to Naomi. "Tony is too afraid to punch me that hard. He doesn't want to hurt me."

"You have been teaching him krav maga as well?" Naomi asked as she continued to spar with Ziva.

"That is so sweet," Abby commented.

"I can still kick his butt though," Ziva said with a grin as she drop kicked Naomi unto the floor.

"I think you bruised a rib that time," Naomi commented as she sprung back up. "So, you want to go a round with me or Ziva?"

"I think I would rather go a round with you, Naomi. No offense, Ziva."

"None taken." Ziva looked at Naomi. "One warning though, Abby is perfectly capable of defending herself."

Naomi nodded with a grin. "Okay, let's see your fighting stance."

Abby got into a classic karate pose, both hands clenched into fists.

"You took karate in Louisiana?" Naomi asked, noting her stance.

"Not really. My little brother did, but as for me, too many Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies."

Naomi grinned and took her own stance, keeping herself balanced. Abby immediately through a right handed punch at her. Instead of countering her punch, Naomi sidestepped her arm, causing Abby to hit dry air.

"No fair," Abby exclaimed. "You didn't sidestep Ziva's punches."

"I do not want to break any of your bones."

"Then don't punch so hard!"

"It is my training, Abby!"

"Then, bring it on, Naomi!"

"You asked for it." Naomi aimed a punch at her stomach which Abby countered haphazardly.

Naomi sighed inwardly, as she redirected Abby's counter move and floored her.

"Ow!" Abby groaned as she got up, hobbling a little bit on her left ankle. "That one hurt!"

"Work through the pain, Abs. Channel the energy," Ziva encouraged her.

Naomi tried to keep her off balance by keeping her guessing where she was going to attack next.

Abby stumbled a little, reaching out to Naomi.

Then she took Naomi completely by surprise when she locked her legs around her and brought her down hard on the floor.

Abby had her pinned on the ground. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed victoriously as Ziva laughed in the background.

"Where did you learn that move?" Naomi asked when Abby got off of her and helped her up.

"Clearly you have never watched WWE wrestling," Ziva replied with a smile.

"Why should I?"

"You can learn a lot," Abby said with a grin.

"Really?" Naomi said as she pulled her gun from her holster and took out the magazine. She then pointed the now harmless weapon at Abby. "I have this aimed at you, and it is loaded. What do you do?"

"Pray?" Abby replied.

"You try and get the gun away from me."

"Okay." Abby reached for the gun, but Naomi swatted her hand away, miming pulling the trigger.

"How do I do it then?"

"R.C.A.T. Redirect, Control, Attack, Take away," Naomi motioned at Ziva with the Sig.

"Get your hands up! Now!"

Ziva raised her hands, but did not surrender. She grabbed Naomi's gun hand and twisted the gun away from harm. She then flipped it around and attacked Naomi so that she released the gun. Ziva then pointed the gun at her.

"Cool!" Abby exclaimed.

Naomi was about to suggest that Abby try it when Ziva's phone rang.

"Naomi and I are in the gym teaching Abby some basic self defense moves. Okay, I'll let them know."

Naomi looked at her expectantly.

"We have a cover story. Apparently we are to be sisters."

"Okay. If I dye my hair, I will look enough like Abby to be her sister, but what about you?" Naomi asked.

"Half sister. Same father, different mother. Our father was a CIA agent that went rogue, but taught his three daughters everything he knew that the business of coercion and espionage. Now we have to make that cover believable."

"No worries there," Abby said with a grin. "Three fake IDs coming right up." She grabbed Naomi and Ziva and led them back to the elevator.

AN: I will try my absolute hardest to keep this story updated regularly. If I don't, feel free to throw all the virtual tomatoes at me that you want. Anyway, until next time! Maylee