AN: ok I sincerely apologise for these chapters getting worse and worse as time goes on but, what can I say? The idea for this fic came then got to around chapter 6 and left again. I promise there is an idea for a future chapter but I can't bring that in yet.
Chapter 9
Olivia followed Ziva trough the front door of her apartment, dumped her coat on one of the hooks, kicked off her shoes and walked off towards her room. Ziva knew she needed to talk to her sister about what had happened before, in the bullpen. Gibbs had told her what happened and if she was going to be truly honest, she was scared of what Olivia was going to say when she asked about it. Ziva knew their father was not the most loving man in the world, nor was he the best parent, but he would never traumatise her like that, would he? He had hit Ziva as a child, but only when she misbehaved, she was not traumatised like Olivia.
Ziva decided it was now or never. She might as well talk to her sister when she was still upset rather than bring it all up again later. She walked down the hallway but came to an abrupt stop when she heard retching coming from the other side of the door. Reaching out and turning the handle, she discovered it was locked. "Olivia? Olivia are you okay?"
"yeah I just feel a bit-" she was interrupted by another wave of nausea and more vomiting. "Ziva, I don't feel good." Ziva started pounding on the door with her fist. "Olivia unlock the door..." No reply came, "Olivia unlock the door. You know I will just come in anyway." Ziva stood on her side of the door in silence waiting to see if Olivia replied. When she heard no sounds on the other side of the door she started to panic. Ziva kicked down the door only to find Olivia lying on the floor. Her curly hair was stuck to her face and neck with sweat and her eyes held a look of immense pain. She was curled on her side clutching her stomach and her breathing was laboured.
"Olivia! Hold on tateleh I am going to call Tony and an ambulance. Tony will know what to do. Just hang in there." With all the Mossad first aid training she knew how to stitch a bullet or knife wound, clean wounds and prevent infection but she had never come across anything with internal pain. Also Ziva knew that Olivia was a lot like herself, meaning that she was probably in more pain than she was allowing herself to show and it must be unbearable for her.
OLIVIA POV...
Stupid girl! Why did you react like that? He wasn't going to hurt you, he isn't like Aba. He's nice, Ziva said so. Just as these thoughts passed through Olivia's mind, a dull ache erupted in her torso. She hissed in surprise then just as quickly, she pushed the thought of pain to the back of her head and ignored it. She walked to Ziva's bathroom to get a glass of water but only got as far as the rest room door before the pain came back, stronger than last time. Olivia doubled over and slowly made her way to the toilet before violently throwing up the whole contents of her stomach.
Not again. Ziva is going to think I am weak like Aba did. She'll just yell at me, tell me to stop being a baby and hit me like he always used to.
"Olivia? Olivia are you okay?"
"Yeah I just feel a bit-" she threw up again and the pain in her stomach was fast becoming unbearable. "Olivia unlock the door..." She tried to reach the lock but the pain was too much. She collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball bringing her legs in and clutching her middle. what is going on? I can handle Mossad missions, torture, being smacked around or beaten but this is horrible. Sickness and pain.
"Olivia unlock the door. You know I will just come in anyway." Olivia groaned and heard Ziva start kicking the door. Hurry up Zee-zee, it hurts. I need you to tell me what's wrong. To hold my hand and tell me that I will get better, that the pain will go away. The door flew open to reveal a very panicked looking Ziva, "Olivia! Hold on tateleh I am going to call Tony and an ambulance. Tony will know what to do. Just hang in there." She wet a cloth and held it to Olivia's burning hot forehead. "What's wrong Olivia? What hurts?" Olivia whimpered "Zi-zi...hurts...help m-me." They heard the front door and Ziva got up to go and see who was there but Olivia grabbed her "s-s-t-stay...d-do-don't l-l-leave me." Ziva sat back down next t her head and shouted over her shoulder, "It is open!"
The sound of many pairs of feet coming through the apartment and Tony's panicked voice came to them. "Ziva? Olivia? Where are you?"... "We are in the bathroom Tony!" 3 EMTs appeared in the doorway behind Tony. "Excuse me sir, we need to get in... Okay darling? I need you to tell me your name, yeah?"... "O-O-Olivia." "Okay, now where does it hurt Olivia?" Olivia groaned in pain before managing to say "my stomach...stabbing pain...been sick...feel cold?" she shivered towards the end of her broken sentence. "Okay Olivia, Honey? We're going to have to take you in with us but my partner here is going to give you some painkillers first. Do you want Mom or dad in the ambulance with you?"
Ziva froze at the question. Tony just watched as the EMT gave Olivia pain killers. "D-d-dead...my sister...Zi...please.." The EMTs heart broke listening to Olivia try and talk through the pain. "Okay, so sister is coming in the ambulance. Feel free to follow behind, ummmm?" Ziva looked up, "Oh he's with me." Tony's eyes widened at Ziva's statement and he turned to look at her. As they were leaving he leaned over and asked, "I'm with you?"
"Tony I said that because she will probably want you there with her more than she wants me." Tony reached out and stopped her from walking off. "Come on Ziva. You know that isn't true. She chose you for the ambulance, she wants you there Ziva. She did that to make sure you would go, so get yourself down those stairs before she notices you are missing." He pushed her playfully in the direction of the stairs.
"Come on Tony, i'll need you there to stop me from going conkers." Tony smiled, "It's bonkers Ziva, but I might let you off this time." they ran to the doors and Ziva got in the ambulance whilst Tony found his car and followed behind them.
