Heya guys, here is the next update hope you enjoy. i did not get the the time to read through it after my beta went through it so if there are any mistakes just tell me. anyway hope you enjoy. posted this again cause i added some stuff to it and changed some stuff that did not go with the you enjoy it. i also changed the format a little so it is better to read
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Tony watched as the rain fell from the sky and onto the frosted windows of the safe house: outside was misty and cold, the leaves on the trees frosted white. He sighed as he took a sip from the cup of coffee that cooled beside him.
The safe house they were currently holed up in was far from what he thought it would be; charming mahogany wood cabinets were pressed against the walls and filled with sparkling oddments and glasses, the wallpaper was clean beige with pale vertical stripes, tasteful floral patterned furniture was placed in front of a small television, and a large fireplace sat just to the left of the entrance.
"Something on your mind?"
A soft voice behind him made Tony jump. Looking around he saw Alexandra walking through the door, a steaming cup of tea in her hand.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
Tony motioned towards the chair beside him and Alexandra sat with a small smile, she took a sip of her tea then looked out of the window.
"You really care for her, don't you?" she asked Tony after a while.
Tony inclined his head in her direction. "She's my partner, of course I care for her."
Alex smiled. "But she is more than just your partner, is she not? You care for her deeply… I can see it in your eyes."
Tony bit his lip before answering.
"She's pretty amazing," he said finally. "There was a time where I thought she was a superhero, that nothing could hurt her or phase her… but after what Salim did to her and Abby…" he paused. "She looks so small in that bed."
Alexandra nodded her head, looking towards the door her friend was behind.
"In Mossad, Ziva gained the nickname 'Immortal', cheesy I know… but most thought she really was. Nothing could faze her, she would take a bullet and to her it would just be a scratch, she could take down five men with her hands tied behind her back, she could kill a 200 pound man with her bare hands… and she made a mean beef stew."
Tony smiled at the last bit.
"I was sent on a mission with her once in Russia, it was our first mission together; she was my inspiration as a recruit. We were sent to track down a man called Bouras Betariski, in the old city of Novgorod. It was just the two of us, and I got captured by our target. He was a mean man, he sold woman into the sex trade, beat them, raped them, ruined them, he was not exactly the cleanest of men either, I don't think his body ever knew the touch of soup." She stopped to take another sip from her tea. "The first time he tried to sell me, I killed his client, broke his neck… so he decided he cold not risk anymore and decided to kill me. That's where Ziva comes in. Always one for dramatic entrances, she crashed through the windows and before Betariski could even think about pulling the trigger Ziva put a bullet in his head."
Alexandra smiled and finished off her tea. "She saved my life that day, and many other times after that… but than again, I was always the one getting captured, I am surprised Mossad did not cancel me."
"Tony?" An elderly voice calling his name made him look to the entrance.
"What is it, Duck?"
"It's Abigail, the FBI are giving her are hard time. Fornell is threatening to take her job if he doesn't talk to a senior member and I cannot find Jethro." Ducky's faced was lined with worry and concern for his young friend.
Tony nodded his head and looked towards Alexandra.
"I've got to go." He looked towards the room where Ziva currently slept. "Look after her."
"I will," Alexandra said with a small smile as Tony ran towards the door.
It was nightfall by the time Gibbs walked through the door of the safe house, carrying with him a carton of six coffees. In his other hand he carried a brown bag of cheap takeaway food, the grease from the burgers making the bottom of the bag appear wet.
Turning the light on to brighten the otherwise dark hallway, he carried on through to the dining room, frowning as he found an empty room. Turning round he was surprised to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.
"Is there a problem Alexandra…?" he asked as he turned to place the food on the table.
Alexandra lowered her gun. "Sorry, can't be too careful… where have you been?" she asked him and holstered her gun.
"Getting food… and looking for your boss."
Alexandra opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the soft crunching of leaves outside. They both turned their heads to look out the window, seeing the Director and two of his bodyguards get out of the car.
"I will leave you two to… talk," Alex said and then slipped out of the room before Gibbs could see where she went.
"Where the hell have you been?" Gibbs yelled as the Director came through the door.
Eli simply looked up with an emotionless expression and walked passed Gibbs without so much as a word.
"Your daughter has been in there, writhing in pain while you just disappear for hours on end without as much as a thought for Ziva."
Eli looked up at his Americanized pronunciation of his daughters name and grunted.
"If you must know, Agent Gibbs, my absence was for one reason and one reason only; for Ziva," he said, putting emphasis on her name.
Gibbs opened his mouth to say something when a terrified and pain filled scream made his heart skip a beat.
Gibbs and Eli raced towards the room where Ziva slept; and when they opened the door what they saw surprised them. Ziva was fighting off both Alexandra and Tim, managing to throw them both to the floor with inhuman strength. When she turned to face her father and Gibbs, they could see that her eyes were unfocused and blood shot.
"Ziva… it's us. Whatever you're seeing is not real."
She didn't seem to hear the words that fell from Gibbs mouth and surged towards them, her hands clawing for Eli's face. In a second Alex had tackled her to the floor, holding her friend tightly as she began to scream and writhe in pain. She opened her eyes, finally seeing her friend above her.
"Alie?" she whispered, and her friend smiled at the nickname.
"Hey Zi," she responded with her own nickname.
Pain filled tears welled up in Ziva's eyes and she twitched violently. "Just kill me," she said between pain filled gasps.
It took a moment before Alexandra realized that Gibbs was at her side as she looked down at her friend.
"I can't do that Zi," Alexandra said.
"Ziva, Ziva… hang in there." Gibbs turned to the director. "You said you went away to find a way help Ziva, how are you going to do that!"
"My men and I had a little chat with the doctors that helped Salim make the drug in the first place. We have tracked a few of them in America with him, before he died. I can assure you we were very… persuasive in our attempts to get an antidote."
Gibbs' eyebrows rose at the Directors words but he chose to ignore them as he focused on Ziva's writhing form. Eli David then pulled a syringe from its protective casing and Gibbs stared in shock at how long and thick the needle was. Swallowing hard Gibbs locked back at the director.
"You have to inject it into her heart, it's the only way," he said and pressed the syringe into Gibbs' hand.
Gibbs sighed as her looked back at his agent then slammed the needle into her chest. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as Ziva's eyes suddenly flew open, pain filling them as a cry of agony escaped past her lips. She started to shake and then she started to seize, her neck shaking violently as she did so. Gibbs and Alex struggled to hold her.
"Help us hold her down!" Gibbs yelled to the director.
Eli got painfully to his knees and held his daughters shoulders down as Gibbs held her legs secure and Alex secured her neck. After what seemed like hours, she stopped, finally falling limp.
Both Gibbs and Eli watched in amazement as her skin started to return to her normal shade of olive tan and the lines of black started to fade. Soon the room was silent, except for the slightly laboured breathing of Eli's unconscious daughter.
"Is that it… is she better now?" McGee asked from the shadows.
"She should be… but I suppose she will need some rest and recuperation."
"Call a bus McGee."
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