Thank you for reviewing - it reached over ten, I wasn't expecting that many. I love reading them, they always make me smile and sometimes laugh (Like with all my other stories - You should check them out if you haven't already:D
I'm sorry if this part of the story seems a bit fast but when I was writting this I didn't want to linger on nothing, so basically I tried to keep in it interesting and something happening in each chapter, also because from about chapter 10 it was working up to what happens at the end of the chapter.
I'm not sure about the first part of this chapter (to the first page break), I don't think that its my best work, but after that I feel more confident :D
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
After a few long nights, three weeks, spent becoming more comfortable with Aaron, and thinking about what she was and was not ready for. She was truly comfortable with in herself. She decided that she was well on her way to giving her self to someone else. She also knew that more than one thing didn't sit well with her about this mission.
She grabbed a few loose coins from the bottom of her bag and walked to the phone bank. She was going to call the one person she could and they would understand. She was glad to see that no one else was at the phones.
She walked over to one put her money in and dialled the familiar number.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Ari, it's me," she said.
"Why are you calling so early?" he asked.
"What do you know about my mission?" Ziva answered.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I have a feeling that this guy is the wrong guy. He doesn't know anything, he is too patriotic, and I do not believe that he would be capable of committing such a crime," she said, "I have asked him all the questions that I need answers to in different ways and everything. He is not the right person,"
"Ziva, Do not get too involved with this mission, it will not end well for you," he said firmly.
"I'm not," she lied, "Can you help me or not?"
"Did you read your orders before you left?" He asked.
"Yes,"
"Ziva do you have access to a computer?" he asked.
"Not right now, but I can," she said.
"I will send the details of your mission to your email. Read them through and analyse them," he said.
"Okay, I have to go now, I have no more change, bye,"
"Good bye," he replied.
She began walking back to her dorm, "Ziva," she heard someone call, she stopped and turned around.
"Yes," she said smiling when she saw who it was.
They had been sneaking out every night to see each other. She now knew what she had to do, what his weakness would be. She changed direction her smile changing. She began heading away from the sleeping areas.
She heard him run to catch up with her, "Where are you going?" he asked, Ziva answered by reaching up and passionately kissing him on the lips. He immediately responded and returned the kiss.
She broke away and led him to the part of the base that had all transport mechanisms. Ziva lead them far enough in that they wouldn't be found. The people wouldn't check here for at least another four or five hours.
Once he caught up to her, she pushed him to the side of the carrier and began kissing him again. She felt his hand move under her shirt and her hand found their way to his hair. One of his hands was in her hair and the other was caressing her back.
He brought her closer to him and moved them so they were in the weapons carrier. He untangled himself from her to close the door and lock it from the inside.
This time he pressed Ziva to the wall and removed her shirt – she was left in nothing other than her bra and her pants. She arched her back off of the cold metal when it came in contact with her skin. He moved so he could remove his own shirt as well. When he began to kiss her again she ran her hand down and across his muscled torso.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked
He knew today it was going to go farther that this, for one she had led him there and not the clearing that they usually go to fool around.
"Yes," she said almost less than a whisper.
As they got dressed again she subtly asked him the questions that she needed answers to and he answered them, nothing suspicious about his answers.
She pulled the hair tie from her pant's pocket and put her hair up. Then they both together walked back. It was still early and there were only a few people awake. No one saw them though. When she got back to her dorm she went straight to the computer.
She had a few emails but she was only interested in one. The one containing her orders.
She downloaded the attachment to her USB and went back to her laptop after signing out of the shared computer with the internet. The other girls were gone from their beds and Ziva closed the blind behind her bed.
When she looked at the document on the screen, it seemed the same as her's, just on a computer. She began to read.
It had people's profiles and a brief over view.
When she got to the end of the over view she worked out that this wasn't her orders. They were someone else's and they included her. There was no way to find out who these belonged too. All she knew was that they had come from inside Mossad. She only had the brief overview of this person's mission. It only contained where she currently and the overview. She knew it wasn't her because it would be a bit hard her to kidnap herself. She closed her laptop and jogged to the phones again. She hoped she had enough money.
The phone picked up after a few rings, "Ari, I think you've sent me the wrong orders," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"The orders for me but aren't about me," she explained.
"I still don't know what you mean," he said.
"Never mind," she said and was about hang up - she could deal with it herself.
"Ziva, if you're worried about this, pull yourself from the mission," he told her just before she put the phone back on the hook.
"No, I am too close to do that," she stated.
"I have to go, I am at work. Be careful Ziva. I will see if I can get in contact with Abba," he said.
"Okay, good bye," Ziva said hanging up.
The day after that was the same as every other day. Followed the same routine, but Ziva completed it in a haze.
There was no way to know what person sent them, and it had no name of who it was she should watch out for, just saying that the mission was to find her and keep her, not to kill.
It was nearing the end of the day; Ziva was making her way back to her dorm. She was just about to open the door when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to them.
She immediately reacted. She wasn't going down with out a fight. She hit them once across the face.
"Hey Ziva, calm down," Aaron said as he grabbed her arm to stop her from attacking him again.
"Sorry," she said.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she lied.
They started walking. When they reached the clearing they lied on the grass looking up at the sky.
"Are you regretting it?" he asked worriedly as he turned to look at her, bracing himself on his elbow.
"No," she replied, honestly.
"Then what is it that's bothering you?" he asked.
She turned and looked at him in the eyes. While she was reading his face, all she could see was sincerity.
"Do you know who is selling our strategies?" she asked, still watching him.
He smiled and said, "No, what is your obsession with this?" he asked in return.
Ziva could tell he was being sincere.
It had been almost two months. Two months of no contact with her father. This was strange because he had told her every week he would visit her to get an update. So she had had no contact outside of the base for over a month and to make things worse, her life inside was basically a lie.
She knew she shouldn't be, and she knew that if anyone else knew that she was fallen for him, if anyone knew about what she had done, and what she was about to, she would be in a lot of trouble.
"If I tell you something, you have to promise me you won't be mad," she said.
"I can't promise that. I don't know what you're going to tell me," he replied. Smart. She would have to remember that one. She looked back at the sky.
"You are suspected to be selling them," she said.
"The strategies?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Suspected by who?" he asked. He was mildly shocked and surprised.
"Mossad," she replied.
"And what does this have to do with you?" he said.
She just turned and looked at him. She didn't want to say it; it couldn't be that hard to work out.
"They sent me in to investigate, question you," she explained, not looking him in the eye.
"So you used me," he stated. It wasn't a question. Ziva didn't reply.
"I cannot believe this," he stood and walked away leaving Ziva by herself in the clearing.
She felt bare, she had told him that she was lying basically about who she was, and now she had nothing to hide behind. She forbid herself to cry. She knew before she told him that he would be angry with him, but she was sick of the charade, sick of lying to him Her brother said not to get too involve, but she had, it had been two and a half months of lying to him – to the honest person that she was falling for. She knew that whatever they had would never work, but she was human and couldn't - no matter how hard she tried - stop herself from feeling.
She decided that there was no point in sitting in the clearing feeling sorry for herself. She stood and made her way back to her dorm, where she would hopefully sleep her feelings off and withdraw herself from the assignment the next morning.
It was dark by the time she had made it out of the clearing and she had a strange feeling, as if she was being watched, like the first time that she came to the clearing with him. She pulled her concealed knife from the waist band of her pants and held on to it like it was a life line, and right at that moment, Ziva truly believed that it could be.
She gets halfway to her room, she past the eating hall and, for the second time that night, was pulled behind a building.
It was different this time, it wasn't playful. In surprise to the force that the person that had hold of her, she accidentally dropped her knife and it fell to the floor.
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She could make out a shadow and aimed to hit it, but this person was better than she was, more experienced. Almost every punch, kick, or any other defence move she new, the figure swiftly dodged.
The other person gained the upper hand and took advantage of it. They struck her, and all went black.
Okay so I feel a little mean, but I think I'm going through a phase where I finish the chapter at part that if this was someone else's story I would straight away subscribe or add to favourite or review or did what ever I thought I should do to see the next chapter (Not saying that this is the same for you). But it is a little fun :P
I hope it wasn't too bad considering that I have been building up to this for a while.
PS. If your reading any of my other stories I might not be able to update until the weekend or a bit after that due to it being the last term at school and having assignment due and working up to exams and the term being cut short because of work experience. Also the fact that I am not having a lot of time to write and when I do I get distracted or can't work out how to phrase something. I am so sorry for leaving you guys hanging, I will update as soon as possible. And if your not reading any of my other stories I think you should at least have a look. :D
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