Okay so it's not done, but I've done about 6 more chapters so I think it's safe to update. Enjoy!
Christian smiled and turned to Ziva.
"All right. What do you want to talk about?" Ziva shrugged and retreated to her kitchen.
"Wine," she called over her shoulder.
"Sure." There was a silence as Ziva refilled her own glass and poured a new one for Christian. She handed it to him with a sultry smile on her face. She regained her spot on the couch and Christian followed suit.
"So," Christian said, putting his feet up on her coffee table, "had to deal with any ugly tied princes lately?" Ziva laughed.
"Not since I came here."
"Right. So what agency do you and my brother work for again?"
"NCIS. It's kind of like the navy version of the FBI."
"I know what NCIS is. A good friend of mine worked with them a lot. It's funny. I should have known not even Tony parties every day for the length of time he does. I feel like such an idiot for not seeing he had a job."
"Why does it matter so much to you?" Christian sighed.
"Because I've been guilt tripping him. Our mom...she always wanted us to grow up to be respectable, financially sound men. She was the only one who seemed to care about how we turned out. Our dad was too busy either working or drinking to really care and the rest of our relatives? They were all rich alcoholics who only cared about their money and their booze. I guess I felt like I was letting Mom down by not getting Tony a job." He took a large swig of wine. Ziva put her hand on Christian's, her thumb gently stroking his knuckles.
"Thank you for telling me that." Christian shrugged.
"You told me about your sister." Ziva laughed slightly.
"What," Christian asked, "did I say something wrong?" Ziva shook her head.
"No. It is just...in Israel, people do not exactly sit on their couches talking to strangers..."
"We're not strangers. We had dinner together once." Ziva smiled.
"Okay then. People do not sit on their couches talking to people they've had dinner with once about their secrets." Christian sighed.
"They don't really in America either. We're not exactly known for being bleeding hearts."
"Just be thankful the war is not being fought is your backyard. My sister was on her way to visit our mother's grave. She was not a soldier, or even Mossad. She was just a sixteen year old girl." Christian looked at Ziva's face. Although the majority of her features were still calm and collected, her eyes were betraying her inner turmoil. Christian moved closer to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. Ziva looked up at him, startled.
"You know it's okay to cry, right?" Ziva snorted.
"Mossad officers do not cry."
"You're in a completely different country now! And technically you're working for NCIS, not Mossad."
"I am a Mossad Liason Officer. Mossad is in the name." Christian sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with her.
"Well I'm still very sorry for your loss. I wish I could have met your sister. She sounds amazing." Ziva smiled.
"She was. Thank you."
"For what?"
"Trying to make me feel better."
"Hey, no one deserves to go through what you have. I just...the only reason I got through my mom's death was because of my best friend. Just...know that you have someone there for you too, okay?" Ziva smiled.
"Thank you." Christian nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes until someone knocked on the door. Ziva picked up her gun and stealthily moved towards the door.
"Do you always answer your door with a gun," Christian asked, following behind her. Ziva put a hand up to shush him and pulled the door open, shoving her gun in her guest's face.
"Woah, akhoti! Calm down, it's only me. I know Papa said always be on guard but I think this is a little overkill." Ziva lowered her gun and raised her eyebrows at Ari
"What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be over..."
"Papa called. He needs me back as soon as possible. I just thought I would come and say goodbye." It was then that Ari noticed Christian.
"Was I interrupting something?"
"No, what? We are not in a relationship. Ari, this is Christian DiNozzo. Chris, this is my brother Ari." Ari looked at the Italian man curiously.
"DiNozzo?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you." The two shook hands.
"He is Tony's brother," Ziva explained. Ari's nostrils flared in anger at Tony's name. Christian hung his head.
"I am so sorry for what my idiot brother did to your sister. She's really a great person. She didn't deserve it. I just came over to apologize, to make sure she was all right." Ari reluctantly nodded.
"Toda raba." Christian nodded as well.
"Al lo davar." Ari smirked before picking up his one small suitcase and kissing Ziva on both cheeks.
"I will call you when I reach Tel Aviv. Shalom Ziva, Christian." Christian nodded.
"Nice meeting you," he said to Ari's retreating back. Ziva smirked as her brother closed her apartment door.
"You speak Hebrew?"
"Well, I may or may not have taken a class in college." Ziva smiled.
"Thank you."
"You keep saying that."
"Only because I really mean it."
Someone knocked on his door at eleven. He checked his watch then arose from the kitchen.
"What's the matter Chris? Lock yourself out?"
"What, Tony what are you talking about?" Tony looked up sharply when he realized it wasn't his brother on the other side of the door.
"Abby," he called confusedly, "what are you doing here?"
"Well the the team was talking and we decided that you need to get out and have some fun! I'm going to this new club in Georgetown, wanna come?"
"Is that just a nice way of saying Gibbs sent you to make sure I don't kill myself?" Abby paused.
"Um....no?" Tony sighed.
"Well you can tell Gibbs I'm fine."
"Tony, you are not fine. I know you and Ziva didn't even go out for like a day, but everyone could see you really cared about her." Tony ground his teeth together. I am not going to cry. How many times did Dad tell you DiNozzo men don't cry?
"How did you find out where I live anyway?"
"I may or may not have traced your cell phone."
"What? Abby!"
"I'm sorry! It's just Gibbs told me to and we were all so worried. Well, all meaning me, Gibbs, and McGee cause Kate wasn't there and Ziva...well she sort of can't be worried about you and..."
"Abby!" The goth stopped at Tony's shout.
"Yeah?"
"First of all, breathe. Second, I told you, I'm fine. Have fun at your club." He waited until he heard the sound of an engine before taking a breath and opening the door. However, what he saw on the other side was not the empty night he expected. There was Abby, staring open mouthed at a woman with brown hair and eyes and fair skin dressed in scrubs. The other woman stared back confusedly.
"Tony, do you know this woman," she asked, grabbing his hand.
"Uh...yeah. What are you doing here Jeanne?"
So there ya go. Be nice on me, my fanfic skills are a little rusty!
Next: Kate comes over
Later: Drunk Tony and failed missions.