Family Silk
Show: NCIS
Plot: Leroy Jethro Gibbs is a single parent of four young children, well three for the moment. He's waiting for his newest child to be ready to leave from Israel. But when little six-year-old Ziva arrives at her new home, Gibbs has to be shipped out. Ducky goes to the house to babysit them. What stories will the kids learn?
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Chapter 7: Dangers of the Past
Ziva's Past
A child's boots dug into the sand as she ran away from her father's dugout. Young Ziva took a quick look back. Her father's workers were chasing after her, yelling in Israeli to get back. Ziva's breath hitched when she bumped into someone's legs.
The young Israeli girl felt the person grip her wrists. Ziva's eyebrows furrowed a bit in frustration. She tried to get away from the other person. Her brown eyes looked up to see a kind face.
"Little girls should not be out here alone," a woman's voice said.
The four-year-old pursed her lips a bit when the older woman took her for a walk in town. The brown headed Ziva gripped onto the woman's dress. The young girl did not understand where the woman was taking her.
'Perhaps she saw daddy's men,' Ziva thought to herself. 'Maybe she's taking me to him.'
Before long, the two women were standing outside the American embassy. It dawned on the little girl that the woman who basically saved her was not one of her people. Ziva began to struggle against the other woman's grasp.
The older woman looked down at the four-year-old. She finally knelt down, still holding onto her.
"You'll be okay. There's someone who wants to talk to you," the woman said in English.
"No!" Ziva yelled at her, still struggling against her.
The older woman sighed just before a bullet came whizzing past her head and hitting the wall behind them.
The woman pushed Ziva near the building before pulling a handgun out. The woman pointed the gun to where the gunfire was coming from. Ziva hovered for a second before being scooped up by a man.
The four-year-olds brown eyes looked up at him, but he didn't look down at her. Ziva studied his dark skin. To her, he was the darkest man that she had seen.
"Jenny," the dark man said, forcing the older woman to look back at him.
The red haired woman backed up and got around a wall before asking, "What is it Leon?"
"Not here," Vance said heading into the embassy once again with Ziva in his arms still.
The little Israeli girl gripped the man's nice suit shirt. This time Vance looked down at her. Ziva had laid her head on his shoulder.
"Is Jethro still looking for another child?" Vance asked, looking at Jenny.
Jenny looked at him with questioning eyes, but nodded and said, "Last time I talked to him he was."
"Let's get her into a case to get her into an orphanage before her father gets to her."
Jenny nodded. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number to get the ball rolling. She would do anything to make sure the little girl got into Jethro's capable hands.
It was two years before the case ended and little Ziva got into an orphanage. Jenny and Vance made sure that the first person who heard about her was Jethro.