AN/: I know it's been forever since I updated and to be totally honest I have no real excuse because I have been updating my twilight fanfiction quite a bit. I was trying to juggle 3 but decided to drop 1 because it wasn't as popular. And I had a bit of a struggle with what should happen to Olivia next in this one so here goes. Let me know if you like it or if I should change it :S
Chapter 11 FLASHBACK
Kol ode balevav
P'nimah -
Nefesh Yehudi homiyah
Olivia and her father stood forward, in front of the gathering. Both were wearing hard expressions but for different reasons. Eli David was frustrated at his only son for disobeying orders and getting himself shot, where as Olivia was trying her best not to cry because she didn't want another beating. She had loved Ari, he was her older brother, they used to ride their uncle's horses together. A single tear slipped out and 8 year old Olivia wiped it away before anybody could see. A hand closed around her shoulder, the grip a little too tight. Eli had seen the emotion. She was in for a long, painful night.
Ulfa'atey mizrach kadimah
Ayin l'tzion tzofiyah.
The Mossad training gym was full of learning officers. All of them men, bar one. They all turned as the girl joined the end of the line. She was tiny. A few of the men laughed or told her to go and play with her toys. She bowed her head, they would never dream of talking to her like that if Ari was still alive. She used to train alone with him but now she had to join the others. They soon shut up as they got beaten in all of their challenges by an 8 and-a-half year old.
Ode lo avdah tikvatenu
Hatikvah bat shnot alpayim:
she sat alone at the table. Her Aba was still at work. He didn't make it home last night, even when he promised to be here to wish her a happy birthday. Her 9th birthday was to be spent alone. She stared at the wrapped gift in front of her, unsure whether to open it or wait for her father to return. It was addressed to her. She slipped off the ribbon and carefully opened the wrapping to reveal a paper folder. "CLASSIFIED" was written across the top and her name was written on the label. She opened it and read the information. Her heart sank. For her 9th birthday, Eli David had given her her first ever Mossad mission...
L'hiyot am chofshi b'artzenu -
Eretz Tzion v'Yerushalayim
She had been undercover as a foster child in Kent, England for 8 months now and her target suspected nothing. Her job was to relay information back to her father about several bomb scares across the UK. The leader of the organisation responsible for these bombs was to be found, interrogated and dealt with. Olivia stared into his wide blue eyes. The mop of blond hair was stuck together in clumps with a mixture of his own blood and sweat. He was shirtless and covered in lacerations from both her knife and the whip which was now sitting in the corner. He had told her everything and Mossad had no further use for him. Olivia grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head back and sliced his throat from one side to the other, ending his sorry excuse for a life. After it was done she looked into his lifeless eyes once more and apologised...
Olivia shot up in her bed only to regret it when her stomach protested. She lay back down slowly but couldn't fall back to sleep. A million thoughts were running through her head.
Why was she remembering all of those horrible things?
Were they significant in anyway or just memories?
Why couldn't her mind just let her forget the past?
Would any of these situations been different if Ziva had never left?
And that is the end of this chapter :) I know it's short. Feel free to shoot me, but I had to get it out of the way. The song I used is called Hatikva (the Hope). It's an israeli song and it's beautiful. R&R …...please?