Chapter 14

A/N: Lines spoken in Hebrew are in itallics.

January 5th, 1995

After a one-week stay in the infirmary, Ziva was admitted to Cresswell Hospital. She had to stay in the local hospital near the base. They specialized in eating disorders.

Abraham and Gibbs visited every Sunday; the nurses got to know them. One of the nurses, Callie, pointed that Gibbs called her Ziver, which became his official nickname for her. He'd say 'You're beautiful, Ziver.' She would melt.

She went through intense therapy in inpatient treatment and learned to love her self and food again.

She had gained back most of the weight she'd lost. She was at 30.8 kilos (68lbs), which was acceptable. She stopped cutting about 1 month in, after being threatened with being kicked out of the program if she could not stop.

Finally, on March 12th, she could go home to Abraham and Gibbs. She gave her friends hugs goodbye and thanked all the doctors and nurses for helping her.

Abraham picked her up in a taxi, while Gibbs put some decorations up in the house.

They arrived at the house 15 minutes later. Abraham took her suitcase out of the trunk and paid the taxi driver. They went inside. "Where's Gibbs?" Ziva asked.

Abraham pretended to not hear her. "My little Zivaleh, I am so proud of you for getting better." He kissed her on the cheek. "Now then, cover your eyes."

"Why?" She asked, smiling. "Just do it, come on." Abraham smiled back.

Ziva sighed, "Okay." She squeezed her eyes shut, covering them with her hands. Abraham opened the door to Ziva's room.

"Open them." Ziva dropped her hands as her eyes opened.

In front of her was her room, completely redone. The walls were painted a light pink. She had a canopy bed, complete with mesh curtains and a gold frame.

The floor had been carpeted; a closet was built with drawers and places to hang things. In the corner the rocking chair was still there, but it had been reupholstered in a purple floral pattern and was facing the window.

Ziva started to tear up. "I…this is beautiful…who?..." The rocking chair spun around. "Gibbs? You did all this?" He smiled widely, "Well, Mel helped me a bit and Marissa picked out some patterns but—" He was cut off by a hug from Ziva.

He pulled her into his lap, as Abraham watched from the doorway. "You like it?" Ziva had tears rolling down her cheeks. She smiled and nodded.

Gibbs held her close and kissed her forehead. "Welcome home, Ziver."

April 22nd, 1995

Ziva emerged from her room at 10am for brunch. She had been doing well in the past month. There were no disordered behaviors; her panic attacks were few and far between.

"Morning Gibbs, morning Abraham." She smiled at them.

The men were sitting at the kitchen table; Gibbs had his arm around Abraham, who looked like he'd been crying.

Ziva's smile faded, "What? What happened?" she walked over to her cousin and put her hand on his. She swatted her hair out of the way so Abraham could put his head on her young shoulders.

She gasped as her necklace fell off her neck. The chain had gotten caught in her hair and in her haste she'd not noticed. The gold pendant and chain lay in Abrahams lap.

Abraham picked up the broken piece of jewelry in his palm, putting Ziva's hand over it. "I'm so sorry, Ziva. She is gone."

Ziva's eyes widened as she let go of Abraham's hand and backed away slowly. "No…. No..." Gibbs began to approach the girl as she realized what had happened, knowing she'd need comfort.

She slammed her fist down on the table "No! No! No! Why? Why Ima? This is not real!" She breathed heavily before Gibbs put his hand on her shoulder.

"Ziver…." She turned to him, collapsing into his arms, sobbing.

She began to pray, "El malei rachamim, shochayn bam'romim, ham-tzay m'nucha n'chona…."

A/N: Sorry, there was more suffering for Ziva. The next chapter will be written soon! Thank you again for staying with me! Reviews are welcome! If you have questions, feel free to inbox me! Have a great weekend!