A/N The much awaited new chapter!! (Well, maybe not, but whatever. I'm happy today.)
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I own nothing. Except my computer. And my DVDs. And two very annoyed cats.
Chapter 7
Two days had passed. Ziva was ready to go home.
"Are you sure you're ready? You can stay longer if you don't feel 100-"
"Abby, really, I feel fine," Ziva said. In the short amount of time that she'd spent with Abby, she'd learned that she had rambling tendencies. "Where's Jenny? She said she would be here." Ziva had now 'met' everyone on the team.
"Jenny wanted to be here to help, but she was called into a last minute meeting," McGee lied. "She said she'd come see you at home when she could."
Jenny was actually with Gibbs in MTAC, trying to get more information about Jamal. Had he killed himself and his son with the intention of killing his wife as well?
"Alright, here we go," Tony said. Carefully he pulled Ziva up and helped her get into the wheelchair. "This is only until we get to the doors," he told her, noticing her very unimpressed expression.
"Good," she said. Her hand brushed his as he let her go.
She blushed.
"Let's go," Tony said, wheeling Ziva out of the room after Abby and McGee.
"Director Shepard, we can't release any more information to you-"
"We are opening an investigation into the deaths of Jamal and Chaim Kilhaad. We need that information." Jenny was arguing with Uri David over a satellite feed in MTAC.
"It isn't in your jurisdic-"
"It is in our jurisdiction. Ziva is an attachment to NCIS."
"She is a Mossad officer."
"Ziva hasn't done any official work for Mossad in two years," Gibbs interrupted from where he sat behind Jenny.
Uri groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Ziva doesn't know that Jamal was working for Mossad just before he died. I wanted to spare her the pain until we knew for sure what he had been doing."
"Did you find out anything about him?"
"No."
Jenny sighed. "We need this Intel for our investigation. This is your daughter we are talking about," she reminded him as he began to speak.
"I am well aware of that, Director."
"Then let us sort this out."
Uri leant back in his chair, defeated. "I'll have everything sent to you as soon as I can."
The feed was terminated.
Jenny turned to face Gibbs. "You really think Jamal killed himself and Chaim?"
Gibbs stood up. "No idea."
Jenny looked at her watch. "Ziva will be home by now. Are you going to go see her?"
Gibbs shook his head. "McGee and Abby will be back soon. We're working on the case."
"And Tony?"
"Helping Ziva settle back in."
"Alright."
Gibbs left the room.
"Seriously, Tony, this is really unnecessary," Ziva laughed. Once a rather violent tussle with the front door, Tony had gotten them inside and forced Ziva to lie down on the couch. He had then raided her entire house, bringing items that he thought she might need to her.
"Okay, so you have your books, magazines, laptop, phone and the remote for the stereo. Extra blankets are on the floor behind you. I didn't know if you were hungry so I just made anything I could find," he said, bring a tray covered in food to her.
"Are you always this over-the-top?" Ziva asked, smiling as he put the tray down.
"Oh yes," he said.
Ziva laughed more. "Fair enough."
"People from the team will be dropping in all the time. I'll tell them where the key is so you don't have to get up all the time-"
"Tony, I can walk. Just because you insisted on carrying me in from the car doesn't mean I wasn't capable of doing in myself."
Tony poked his tongue out. "Anyway, I should get back to the office. Call if you need anything, alright?"
"Thank you, Tony," Ziva said, snuggling down further under her blanket.
Tony took one last look at Ziva before closing the door behind him.
Three hours later, Ziva was bored. She'd read all her magazines, eaten some food, played Tetris on her phone until her fingers hurt and was now listening to the radio.
She wanted to remember. All these people, Tony, Abby, McGee, they were fantastic. She wanted to remember everything she had done with them. From what they had told her, they were all friends and mocked each other frequently.
She could remember everything with Jamal and Chaim. Everything with amazing detail. Her wedding day, Chaim's first word ('Ima!'), and Jamal leaving on 'business'.
Ziva wasn't stupid; she could tell the team was keeping something from her. She could see it in their eyes. While she understood they were probably trying to protect her, she didn't want to be treated like a baby.
Getting up slowly, she made her way to the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror.
She was in a bathroom with orange walls. Voices were going through her head.
"Which hospital? Portsmouth? You didn't ask? Oh, Ziva. I'm not implying that you don't care." It was Ducky.
"The way you're acting, you might have just, I don't know, forgotten to tell us. What if those were Gibbs' guts smooshed all over that room?" That was Abby. She sounded so angry and upset.
Ziva stared at her reflection. What kind of person was she that people seemed to think she didn't care?
She ran a finger over her stitches. What kind of person was she?
She made her way to the front door and walked out.
A/N Where is she going??
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