hellooo all :) ok so this is a mainly ziva/yasmina centered chapter. tells of some of ziva's past as well as yasmina's. and if you hate Ari, well i made him kinda seem like a good guy in this chapter soooooo ya :) dont hate me! please! :)

reveiws loved and wanted! enjoy!

Previously...

"Wow," Tony muttered as he looked between Ziva and Yasmina.

"What?" Ziva barked

"You and her could be… sisters or something," Tony muttered with a slightly dropping jaw.

Continued...

Ziva felt her blood run just a bit more chilled. It was nothing to her that Gibbs had noticed the resemblance to her blood line. He had after all dedicated a time in his life to learning about her blood line. But Tony was what most would call a 'live in the moment' type of man and was not the type to remember small things. For him to notice something like a small resemblance, that made her worry.

Yasmina; however, rolled her eyes, "if that is how you flirt with women, I can understand how you do not have a girlfriend," she snapped and placed one hand on her hip as she ran her hand through her thick curls. She turned and walked over to the dead Officer and crouched down beside him. The look on her face was one that Ziva knew all to well; he had been her first partner she had gotten too close to.

As Yasmina placed her hand on the dead man's forehead, Tim stepped forward, "um I don't think-"

"Timothy…" Ziva had cut him off and shook her head to him when he gave her a look of concern.

"Come on McGoo," Tony said taking Ziva's hint for them to leave. Tim's shoulders slumped and walked with Tony out of the ally, leaving the two women alone.

Yasmina ran her fingers through his curly hair and sighed. She did not know Ziva well but she felt as if she was trust full. With out her noticing, Ziva had moved to the opposite side of Rakeem. "Thank you for getting the away, agent David," Yasmina said softly, not tiring her eyes from Rakeem.

"You can call me Ziva," she said with a calm look, "I know that look on your face. The feeling your feeling right now." Ziva said boldly, "you do not need men like them around you at the moment. Do not miss understand me, they are both good men at heart, but it takes someone that has been where you are now to understand,"

Yasmina pulled her soft brown eyes from Rakeem and looked to Ziva, "how old were you?" she asked.

"I was twenty-four," Ziva said flatly,

"How old was he?" Yasmina questioned curiously.

"Twenty-seven, his name was Michael Limali, I had been in Mossad longer then he had, but Eli wanted me with him because he hoped that…" Ziva stopped talking, noticing that she was about to reveal more about her life then she should.

A small smirk came across Yasmina's porcelain smooth face, "he has been encouraging me to have a child since I turned twenty-two." Yasmina confessed.

Ziva over looked her fathers interest in Yasmina and took a deep breath and sighed softly. Ziva could not help but look at Yasmina and see her younger sister, Tali, in her features. Her high cheek bones -a genetic trait- and her eyes screamed Tali and Ari to Ziva. But the idea that Ari had another sibling was complex and nearly impossible to comprehend. And she resembled Tali too far to possibly be Ari's child.

"Ziva," Yasmina's softer voice brought Ziva crashing back to reality.

"Yes," Ziva said assuring her that she had her attention.

"I hope I am not crossing a boundary with you, but do you mind me to ask you what Michael was like?" Yasmina asked still running her hand through Rakeem's silk curls.

"Michael was… he was a good man. He was protective of me since I had joined Mossad. He was three years older then me and would do anything for me." Ziva said with a small smirk. "When we first came to America on field work, we were undercover as a married couple. Michael was more then willing to play the part. On our flight to America, we… 'Practiced'. He was soft and sweet towards me, but if anyone came towards me, he was nearly indestructible," Ziva took a breath and sighed heavily, "and then when we were out to dinner one night -undercover- he told me to go to the car while he got the cheek. I did as he had asked and left before him to get to the car. He was shot point blank… for his watch." Ziva looked down and took a deep breath

"I am sorry to hear that Ziva." Yasmina said with an honest voice of sympathy.

"I am fine now, but it took make a long time to get over him. But now I simply visit his grave on his birthday every year." Ziva admitted.

Yasmina leaned forward and gently kissed Rakeem's forehead and spoke and Arabic pray to his dead body. Ziva stood back to her feet and Yasmina did the same. While Yasmina stood in her two inch heals, she was the equal height of Ziva. She looked over to Ziva and nodded, "I am better now," she said noticing the concern in her features. "May I ask you something else though?" Ziva nodded, not needing to give her a verbal reply. "I speck with your father often. He will sometimes tell me to do things like you had when you were in Mossad. To be honest it gets annoying fast, but I did always wonder one thing. He told me that you were not allowed to 'officially' join Mossad till you were eighteen. Why could you not join earlier?" Yasmina asked with curiosity.

Ziva smirked, "when I was young, my mother began to be fed up with what Eli did with Mossad and insisted that her daughters were not to get involved in Mossad. Little did she know that both my sister and I already had our eyes on joining Mossad. So at eighteen -when she could no longer keep me form what I wanted- I joined. Tali were able to get away from our mother with my help from the inside and I got her in early." Ziva pause and let out a sigh, "sadly, she got out just as fast as she got in."

"She was killed by a bus bombing. Eli told me." Yasmina said with empathy.

Ziva then remembered something she wanted to ask to prove to herself that this young woman was in fact related to her, "Yasmina, do you mind if I ask you something as well?"

"I do not see why not, I asked you two questions already," Yasmina said nonchalantly as they both walked away from the dead bodies but not out of the ally with the others.

"What does your mother think about you being in Mossad? I know mine despised it till the day I got out and transferred to NCIS.

Yasmina froze and her facial expressions turned numb. Ziva had hit a nerve. It was not a nerve that Yasmina would be mad about her asking, it was a legitimate question to ask base on their topic, but it was hard for her to talk about. "My um… my mother is dead. She has been since I was six." Yasmina said flatly as she avoided Ziva's eyes. "My brother and I were out shopping with her one morning and she had told us to stay together in the small shop while she got the groceries. After an hour, we were supposed to go back to the car. Well my brother and I got lost on our way back to the car and ended up being a little late. When we could finally see the car down the street from us, we saw our mother just getting there herself. She motioned for us to come and get in as she did. My brother and I were nearly twenty meters away when the engine started and the car exploded. My brother shielded me from most of the blast, so he was injured, thankfully not do badly. Five people were killed including my mother, and ten were injured including my brother. All I got was a sprained ankle."

Ziva gazed at Yasmina with wonder. For a little girl to loss her mother so young -and right in front of her- is traumatic. Ziva stepped to the younger women and placed her hand on her shoulder, "how old was your brother?"

"I was six so he had been about fourteen or fifteen. He was always protective of me. Always watched out for me and kept me safe. He helped me through school and he got me a place to stay every night. He taught me everything I know," Yasmina said with a small and soft smile on her face as she reminisced on her memories.

"What about your father?" Ziva asked keeping her hand on the younger women's shoulder.

Yasmina shook her head, "I never knew him. My brother only told me that he was an important man to the people who did his dirty biasness for him."

"Where is your brother now?" Ziva asked

"With our mother. Six feet in the ground." Yasmina said coldly, "he was getting sick. And not just a cold, I mean mentally ill. His paranoia was acting up and he was bringing to feel boxed into his job. He would call me every nigh to tell me he loved me, but then one night… he told me he will always love me and that he will say hello to our mother for me." Yasmina could not look at Ziva. She was strong and she had yet to shed a tear while speaking, but she couldn't risk it.

"Yasmina, I truly mean it when I say I am sorry for your loss." Ziva said gently running her thumb over her shoulder. Yasmina nodded and took a deep breath as she sucked back all of her tears and looked at Ziva with a light smile. "I am glad you are ok," Ziva said honestly, "you are lucky to have had such a good brother,"

"I know, he was really amazing," Yasmina agreed still having yet to say his name.

As Ziva was about to ask her more about her brother, Gibbs came down the ally with a stern look. "What's going on Gibbs?" Ziva asked removing her hand from Yasmina's shoulder.

"Duck's going t take the bodies back home and that's where we are all going to, even you Ms. Aaliyah." Gibbs said politely.

"Not a problem sir, I will need to contact my director once I get to NCIS though." Yasmina said politely. She then turned to Ziva and asked in Hebrew, "Would you like to ride with me in my car. It is very fast,"

Ziva smirked and shook her head replying, "No thank you Yasmina, I think my boss would get mad if I did not stay under his watchful eye, I will see you at NCIS,"

Gibbs gave the two a strange look and nodded to Yasmina as she walked around him and off to the Ferrari. "What was that?" he muttered to Ziva as they walked to Gibbs's car with Tony and Tim already in the back seat.

"She asked me to ride with her back to NCIS," Ziva replied.

"Why didn't ya?" Gibbs asked opening his door.

"I knew you would say no," she replied and he smirked, "I knew you were a smart women Ziver,"