Rifiuto: Non Miriena
The door to his office burst open, banging against the far wall. Vance looked up, to see nothing at first. The proceeding storm that followed the silence consisted of two very calm NCIS agents and one very irate midwife.
"Shut the door, Agent DiNozzo." She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I said shut the door!" He quickly did as told, before stepping back and allowing the young woman to storm over to Vance. "You Ben Zonah!" Vance raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gibbs, who just shrugged and let her go after the director. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to my sister and her family? Hmm?"
"Excuse me," Vance started. "Who are-"
"Tistom-tah-peh," She slammed her hands on the desk, leaning close. "Or are you too busy playing puppet master to care about the fact that you just ripped my sister's family apart?" Tony made to stop her, but Gibbs shook his head. So instead, the two men allowed Talia Delacroix to tear Director Vance up one end and down the other. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Tali pushed her sister into Tim's arms, and silently nodded for Tony and Gibbs to follow her. The two men had shared a look, before rushing after the smaller woman. By the time she was done, Vance was stunned; they all watched her storm out, before he asked,
"Who-"
"That is Ziva's sister." Tony replied, as Gibbs stepped forward.
"What the hell are you thinking, Leon? Splitting up Tim's family like this? Sending his wife back to Israel? Do you know what that bastard will do to her once he gets her back in his country? He'll kill her!" After a moment, Tony slipped out, leaving Gibbs to finish what Tali started.
She never thought she'd have to return to the airport, but now, here she was, waiting to catch a private flight back to Israel. Tim wrapped his arms tight around her from behind, and after a moment, she turned, wrapping hers around his neck. Tears filled her eyes, as she searched his green gaze, trying to memorize everything about him. Before she could say anything, the flight arrived.
She turned, surprised to find Ilan Bodnar, her father's prodigy, coming off the plane towards them. Her breath stopped, and she struggled to swallow the shock.
"Who is he, Ziva?" She swallowed, turning to her husband.
"Ilan Bodnar... we... we grew up together. He was more my father's prodigy than I was. When I... defiled the David name... my father turned to Bodnar to groom for the position." Tim raised an eyebrow.
"Position?" She nodded.
"My father did not just train me to be a killer, Tim." She swallowed, meeting his gaze. "He was... he was training me to take over."
"You... you mean Mo... Mossad?" His jaw dropped. "As in... Director of Mossad?" Ziva nodded, struggling to keep calm.
"Ken. He wanted me to take over when the time came. Work my way through the ranks and take over, have all of Mossad under my control." She turned to Tim. "Having Asher just made me realize how much I wanted none of that life. Asher kept me from getting too deep in Mossad. As far as I am concerned, Bodnar can have Mossad when my father dies. I do not want it, I have never wanted it." She reached up, taking his face in her hands. "I have only wanted you. Just you and our sons. That is all I want, nothing more."
"Officer David." Swallowing, she turned, taking a deep breath.
"What are you doing here?" She choked out angrily.
"It is nice to see you too, Ziva." He glanced at Tim. "Apparently the Americans are rubbing off on you... badly." She narrowed her eyes, stepping in front of Tim protectively. "I am here to take you home. Your father wants to see you once we return." She snorted.
"My father has not wanted to see me since I was seventeen, when he shoved me down the stairs and tried to kill me and my child." She replied. Bodnar smirked.
"As I understood it, you threw yourself down the stairs."
"All right, why don't you and I-" Ziva laid a hand on Tim's arm.
"Hush, Tim. This is not-"
"So this is the American you married?" Bodnar asked, studying Tim, who's green eyes flashed in anger. She stepped towards him.
"Stay away from my husband, Ilan. You deal with me, not Tim." Bodnar smirked, glanced at Tim, and then knelt down, grabbing her bags.
"You have five minutes, Officer David." Once he was gone, Ziva turned back to her husband. Tim opened his mouth to say something, when Ziva launched herself at him, capturing his lips in hers as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He stumbled briefly, but soon regained his balance, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and lifting her off her feet. He held her close, tangling his fingers in her hair. When he finally pulled away, he searched her dark gaze, whispering,
"I lost you once, Ziva, I will not lose you again. I won't let you go. I can't. I found you and Asher and... I can't let you go, not now, not ever. I won't-" But he stopped, realizing he was rambling, and rested his forehead against hers. "I love you. Never forget that." She nodded as he set her on her feet.
"I love you too, Tim." She forced herself to pull away, but Tim grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and proceeding to drink her in. She licked her lips when they broke apart, reaching up to brush away his tears. "Kiss our boys for me. Tell them that I love them. And that... as soon as I find a way, I will come home. Tell them that for me, Timothy." He nodded, kissing her again. Then, she forced herself to pull away, going to the plane.