This is a bit new to me its Gibb/Ziva father/daughter scene. I have never tried anything like this. It was requested by Travelin-Thru. When I read their review I went back and read what I had written so far and did notice that there wasn't much interaction between Ziva and Gibbs and began to write this.
The first part about Tony and Ziva can really happen, me and my best friend can do it still and she lives on the other side of the country.
Re-uploaded because of the first paragraphs being pointed out that they didn't make sense to Travelin-Thru and reading back over it, it didn't make much sense to me either. It says the same thing, just different wording. I hope it makes more sense now.
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That night, Ziva couldn't sleep. She went to bed the earliest – at around ten - and was facing the wall when Tony had come in at around eleven. She didn't acknowledge him though she knew that he probably knew she wasn't asleep – it was the down side of knowing someone that well, you knew just about every habit, how different things effected the other person, being able to tell just by looking at their body language or body posture and being able to tell what type of mood their in.
If Tony knew, he didn't say anything, she was glad. But Tony was right; knowing each other that well made them good partners, good at working together with little conversation full of wasted words that wouldn't help whoever they were meant to be helping, especially if they could take one look at each other and know what the other was about to do or was thinking. They could get the job done much quicker.
They complimented each other, he excelled where she lack and she excelled where he lacked. If they both excelled they were almost unstoppable, and if they both lacked they worked it out quickly. Although there were times when that theory didn't work, that was when they had arguments that could sometimes last for a few days – due to both or their stubbornness – and could sometimes affect the others that they worked with. Usually, if it got that bad Gibbs would send them out to interview a witness or suspect, basically forcing them to talk. The only reason that worked was because they knew when to keep their mouth shut and get whatever it was that they had been assigned, done.
She could hear him softly snoring from his bed and knew that he was asleep. She honestly didn't know what was keeping her from sleeping like Tony was now. Usually sleeping was her way to escape reality for a while, even if it were an hour.
She lifted her wrist to see the time, holding it closer than usual to her face so she could see the hands, it was half past one. She couldn't see any other lights on and knew that the others were most likely asleep as well. She sat up on her bed, being careful so that it wouldn't squeak like it did the other morning, and lent against the bed head. After a few minutes she got sick of just sitting there and quietly got out of her bed. She walked to the small lounge room and turned the TV on and turned the volume down.
She flicked through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch, there was nothing on so she settled for the news. She sat there for about an hour before she heard footsteps moving closer to the lounge room. She hoped that they were getting a glass of water or something from the kitchen – she really didn't want to talk to anyone.
She looked to the door way when they reached it; she felt a little relieved when she saw it was Gibbs.
"Sorry, I did not mean to wake you," Ziva said quietly.
"Wasn't asleep," he said moving to sit next to her.
They watched the TV for a while longer. Well, Ziva watched it, Gibbs watched the people speak, film clips, and pictures flash across the screen – he couldn't understand what they were talking about.
They weren't talking, and that suited Ziva fine. The silence between them was comfortable. After another five minutes Gibbs spoke up, "Why are you up at this hour?"
"I could not get to sleep," she stated not taking her eyes of the screen. She hadn't actually watched the news, since the day she found out that her father had died. It wasn't that she didn't want to; she just had found other ways to entertain herself.
"Why?" He asked her.
"I do not know," she said, "I think I may just be over tired,"
"Are you sure, or is there something else?" He said.
"Not unless you know something I don't," she replied.
They slipped back into silence. The news had finished and they were now watching a repeat of really bad day time soap opera.
"I know that I'm not one to judge or tell you otherwise, but why do you feel that you need to keep everything bottled up, Ziva?" He asked.
"I don't, its just not you, Tony, McGee, or Ray went through what I had to, to get to where I am now. You were a marine, Tony was a cop, McGee became an agent out of MIT, and even though Ray is in the CIA that was his choice. He chose to do what he does. I was told by Eli to make it to Mossad, to do what I did," she said.
"He didn't give you a choice, that doesn't mean you have to keep everything buried," he replied.
"I know. I guess I could almost thank him," she said, she was answering his questions but was more talking to herself.
"Why's that?"
"He allowed me to take the liaison position when I suggested it. I met you and Tony and McGee and Ducky and Palmer and even Abby who wasn't happy to see me to begin with. He may have ruined my life, but he has also helped me build a better one in America," she explained.
"Have you ever thought about telling others about your past, or telling people how you feel about it?"
Ziva laughed once, "You are right. You are really not the person to tell me this," she said.
"I know. Are you talking to anyone about anything?" he asked.
"If you mean a shrink, no. If you are meaning just anyone, I think Tony," she said.
"You think?" he questioned.
"I have been talking to him. Not about my past. The other day I spoke to him about Eli, briefly. That and a few other things," she said, then a few moments later, "I do not give him enough credit, he is a good friend and partner, also a good listener," she said absentmindedly, still watching the screen.
"Gibbs?" she asked, sounding unsure about something.
"What?" Gibbs asked.
"Do you think he did it?" she asked quietly.
"Who?" he asked again.
"Ray?" she said.
Gibbs didn't say anything; she could see him thinking, "Have you asked him?"
"He would not tell me," she said sadly.
"You don't trust him?"
"It is hard to trust," she stated. Not exactly answering his question.
"You should let go of the past Ziva," Gibbs replied.
"Also hard to do," she said.
Gibbs looked at his watch; it was now nearing quarter past three. He could see she was tired, but she wouldn't allow herself to fall asleep, there was too much going through her head to sort out.
"You should get some sleep, it's not good for you to stay awake all night," he whispered before standing up and handing her the blanket that was hanging over the back of the lounge.
"Good night, Ziver," he said walking back down the hall.
She thought back over the conversation with Gibbs, and realized he never answered her question about Ray. Maybe she wasn't the only one wondering...
Please tell me what you think about this, I haven't written anything like this ever so your feedback you be very much appreciated.
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