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Chapter Six
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Gibbs paced the waiting room, hands clenched into tight fists at his side. Nurses passed him frantically, carrying folders and clipboards or pushing wheelchairs carrying patients dressed in blue nightgowns. The waiting room was bustling with people. Doctors, nurses and patients, one patient in- particular grabbing his attention. A man, no more than twenty years old walked through the door of the hospital one side of his face bloodied and bruised, a large gash on his head.
Gibbs frowned, watching as the nurses hurried over to him, pulling him towards one of the many unoccupied rooms of the hospital. He sighed, looking at the clock on the wall. Someone clearing their throat behind him made him turn, coming face to face with a tall male doctor. The man wore smart, thin rimmed glasses, that settled elegantly on his nose, his white coat was clean and unstained and two pens nestled comfortably in his chest pocket. "Are you Agent Gibbs?" he asked, looking up from his clipboard. Gibbs nodded.
"Miss Sciuto is asking for you, she 's in room 113. She was very lucky, the glass missed all major arteries and actually stopped her from bleeding out. She is going to be just fine."
Gibbs smiled at the news, nodding at the Doctor and starting towards Abby's he arrived outside her room, Gibbs could see Ziva sitting with her, the young Israeli perched beside the injured Goth, her hand rubbing Abby's shoulder as she listened to the scientist ramble.
"Gibbs!" Abby screamed as he walked through the door, causing Ziva to cringe and jump away from her. Gibbs smiled as the other agent rubbed her ear.
"Abby, are you ok?" he asked, hurrying to her side. Abby glared at him.
"I just got shot at, someone tried to kill me…of course I'm not ok!" she replied. Gibbs glanced back to Ziva, taking out a black notepad and handing it to her. "I want you to talk to the victim, room 139. She just woke up."
Nodding Ziva walked through the door, heading towards room room was a pristine white colour, from the heavy curtains drawn across the large window that blocked out the sunlight, to the single bed dressed with thick white sheets and two pillows.
When Ziva entered the room, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, the only source of light being the lamp that rested on the beside table. Closing the door behind her, Ziva carefully approached as the woman watched her suspiciously, backing herself against the headboard. Ziva smiled at her as she stopped by the side of her bed.
"Hello I am Officer Ziva David. But please just call me Ziva."
"Petty officer Sarah Shamira"The woman seemed to relax at the calm tone of Ziva's voice, relaxing against her pillows and softening her gaze as she glanced up at her. The woman frowned and reached forward, her hand brushing Ziva's face, trailing over the white scars, She then touched her own face, her fingers running over the white bandages that covered her skin. Ziva swallowed uncomfortably, clearing her throat. The woman reluctantly pulled her hand back, resting it on her lap. Ziva reached into her pocket, pulling out a gold chain.
"You might want this back…" she said, holding out the Star of David. The woman took the necklace with a small smile.
"Thank you…" "I need to ask you a few questions." Ziva said after a moment,. Sarah nodded. "Can you tell me what happened?" the woman opened her mouth to speak, but shut her eyes and shook her head, closing it again."It's OK, take your time." Ziva said softly. Sarah sniffed and looked at the Israeli. Taking a deep breath, the woman began to speak.
She had stayed at the base late, having to catch up on paper work from the latest mission and was tired when she left the building, stifling a large yawn as she made her way to her car. Grabbing her keys from her purse she had opened her car to throw her bag in the back before getting in. It was when gloved hands grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to the ground that she panicked. When her head hit the hard concrete, the last thing she saw was a hooded man looming over she woke, the cold that nipped at her bare skin made her shiver. She had tugged against her restraints, but the thick chains that held her hands above her head had lifted her from the ground. She had screamed, hoping someone would hear her, hoping by some sort of miracle someone would come to her rescue, but then she became silent when she heard footsteps, heavy feet echoing behind her. It was then she felt the first burn blemish her skin.
Ziva listened quietly as the woman told her story, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder as she spotted tears. To say she felt awkward was an understatement, but there was also a slight feeling of fear. "Can you remember what he looked like?" Ziva asked.
The woman shook her head. "He wore a hood, kept saying that I would pay for my sins, called me a Jewish whore… I didn't do anything to this man, but he hates me because of my heritage. That isn't fair!" she said,.
Ziva nodded, removing her hand from Sarah's shoulder. "You should rest, if you think of anything else call NCIS,. Ask for Officer David or Special Agent Gibbs" The Petty Officer smiled and nodded her head, then relaxed back into her pillows and closed her eyes.
When Ziva arrived back in the waiting room, she was surprised to see Abby already dressed in her black spaghetti strap corset and black pants.
"Abby, you're going home already?" Ziva asked, and as she walked up behind them, the Goth turned towards her,. showing a large white bandage covering her shoulder.
"Well I'm not staying here!" she said, her voice high. Ziva smiled and nodded her head.
"Lets go." Suddenly Ziva swayed, catching herself on Gibbs's shoulder, causing him to stop as he grabbed her arm gently . "You ok?" he asked concerned. Ziva looked up at him and nodded.
"I just need to…go to the bathroom, I'll meet you at the car." She said, then hurried towards the women's through the doors, Ziva fell to her knees and hastily emptied the contents of her stomach, resting her hot cheek on the toilet lid. She flushed and stood from her sprawled position on the floor she dragged her feet on the way the basins.
Glancing at herself in the mirror Ziva had come to the conclusion that the bags under her eyes would not go unnoticed by her team, the dark circles seemed to make her dark eyes appear sunken and black.
With her forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her lips cracked and her face pale, Ziva knew that it was only a matter of time before someone noticed her unhealthy state. Pulling her sleeve from her shoulder, she was reviled by the reddened skin beneath, wincing as her fingers brushed the raw flesh of the needle wound.
What was once a small microscopic prick was now as large as the tip of her finger, the edges crusted with an almost black she pushed her sleeves up to rest at her elbows, turning on the tap and gathering a pool of water in her hands, splashing her face she shuddered as the cool liquid hit her fevered a deep breath she started for the door, pulling it open and forcing a large smile. Catching up with Gibbs and Abby, they sped away from the hospital, towards NCIS HQ.
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