Chapter 4 is here. What do you think so far?

Chapter 4: An Evening Walk

Later that evening, Tim stepped outside, taking the walk to Central Park. It was pretty at night, and he was worn out from working. The crickets chirped peacefully. He sat down on a bench, and leaned back. He was just starting to drift off when a tap on the shoulder woke him up.

"Tim" the voice hissed.

"Ziva" Tim said.

"I want to talk to you"

Tim moved over, making room for Ziva to sit next to him. Ziva did.

"It's about well…Miroslav" she said, blushing.

"Oh?" Tim said in a drawn out voice.

"Yeah. I don't think…I don't think his mafia is a bad group. And also, he is very handsome." She said.

"Me neither. And Ziva, if you have feelings for him, talk to him about it"

"What?"

"Don't worry about it. Besides, he's had an eye for you too. I've noticed"

"Well…how couldn't he?" Ziva said. Tim just coughed.

"Thanks Tim" Ziva said, before walking off, leaving Tim to sit alone. He sighed. Then, another person sat down next to him. "Wouldn't want the other mob to get you" the friendly voice of Lyov sounded. Tim grinned. "You ok Lyov?"

"Yeah, just wanted some fresh air."

"Same."

"I remember when I first joined the mafia. I was one of Miroslav's first. There was one mob…that always bothered us. They shot at Miroslav once, but it just skimmed is head" Tim nodded in understanding.

"I was shot in the stomach once trying to take down mafia in DC"

"Ouch. I remember hearing about that in the news"

"Well, I'm going to head back" McGee said.

"Same" Lyov said, and the two of them went back.

Ziva watched Miroslav, who was awake. He didn't notice her. She could see he cared about his men, as he watched over them. Ziva smiled to herself. Miroslav spoke softly,

"Если бы я был еще в Сибири."

"What?" she asked. Miroslav turned to face her.

"If only I was in still Siberia"

"You liked it their?"

"Yeah. Maybe…someday…I will bring us back there."

"Why did you leave?"

"I thought…we had better opportunities here." Miroslav finished. The don got up, and walked away. Ziva looked down at the trio of men guarding the entrance. There was Tony, and Tim, who were both joking with one of the Russians. Ziva smiled. Maybe she was right. This was a different Mafia. But…she wanted answers. She whirled around, looking for Miroslav.

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