Chapter four: escape attempt.

Ziva awoke with a start. She could hear Tony snoring in the other room. She went to go check on Olivia, if she was anything like Ziva remembered she would be curled up in the foetal position, sleeping restlessly and mumbling to herself. She rested her head against the door so that she could hear better but there was nothing. Ziva's heart sank when she opened the door to find her bed completely empty, and made up as if nobody had ever been there. She walked to the kitchen. She needed to calm down, maybe have a glass of milk to help. As she walked into the kitchen she heard the bolt on her door being opened. She silently walked out to the end of the hall and was surprised to see Olivia reaching for the door handle. Ziva cleared her throat loudly and the girl turned round looking shocked. "where do you think you are going at 2:00 in the morning?" Ziva asked. She watched Olivia's face change to one of guilt as she hung her head and mumbled in Arabic

"I didn't think you would want me to intrude on your new life so I was leaving before I could."

Ziva gasped. How could Olivia think such a thing. She walked over to her and enveloped her in a huge hug. " How could you even think for a second that I didn't want you here. How could I ever not want you. You are my sister and I have missed you so much. I wanted to say goodbye the night Eli made me leave but he wouldn't allow me to." Ziva looked down to see Olivia's big brown orbs fill with tears, "Aba made you leave?" Ziva nodded " he always told me that you had left because I disgusted you. Because I was weak and you hated me. He told me I had driven his eldest daughter away and that it was all my fault. And I believed him. I thought you hated me which made me hate you. He made me hate you, I'm so sorry Ziva." Ziva was shocked by what Olivia was saying. Her Father had forced her to leave 9 years ago then he had told his six year old daughter that it was her fault? She would have to remember to call him later on and give him a piece of her mind.

Ziva honestly wasn't expecting what Olivia said next.

" I only came here because Amit Hadar sent me when Aba died. He said I should stay away from Tel-Aviv for a while. That I should not stay in contact with anybody from Mossad. Especially not Michell. People were mean at his funeral Ziva. They were horrid about you and about me. They were saying I was a heartless monster, I wasn't human, that they weren't surprised that you had deserted me because I didn't cry a single tear. I was confused, tears are weakness, to show emotions is weak. I was only trying to be strong. To be strong for Aba at his funeral. Was that so bad?" by this point the petite girl had collapsed into floods of tears and loud sobs almost choked her. The sight was unbearable and soon Ziva was sitting on the floor holding her sister in her arms, crying with her. She was fighting a battle with her emotions on the inside, grief and loss at the announcement of her Father's death, anger at not being told sooner and hurt for not being invited to his funeral. Their crying and sobbing was loud enough to cover DiNozzo's foot steps coming around the corner until he dived on the floor next to them,

" What happened? Ziva is she OK? Are you OK? Are you hurt? What happened?" He reached out to wipe a tear from Ziva's cheek. He was so gentle and understanding and she loved that about him, hell, she loved him. Ziva froze. Did she honestly just admit to herself that she loved Tony DiNozzo?

Tony pov

Tony woke up and heard sobbing coming from down the hall. He wasn't at all expecting what he saw. For a second he was mesmorised. He had never seen Ziva cry before, she was always his hard ninja who kept her emotions in check. He hated that she never felt comfortable enough around him to do this. He dived to his knees next to the two crying women. "what happened? Ziva is everything OK? Is she alright? Are you hurt? What happened?" He saw a tear escape from ziva's eye and he reached up to wipe it away, he let his hand linger there for a little longer than it should have. Her caramel skin was so soft, he loved it. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed that he was the one here, comforting his Ziva whilst she was upset. He slid his arm around her back and pulled her close to his side. He looked towards her sister, Olivia? He was not too good with names. He put his finger under her chin and held it up, "what's the matter? What did Ziva do this time hey?" he saw a small smile creep across the girl's face and then he felt the slap to the back of his head. When he turned around Ziva was smiling at him, he could hear a tiny bubble of laughter coming from Olivia and he was pleased. He had been able to comfort Ziva, His Ziva. Wait what? HIS Ziva, he could get used to thinking that...

TBC... you could always review and give me some ideas :)