Relly short chapter. I am sorry, but I had to leave it of in the previous chapter for a little suspense...I will update sooner tomorrow, promise.
Chp 3: I am not her anymore, I am myself
"I'm not who you think I am, Tony," Ziva sighed, "I'm not Allie anymore." Ziva fiddled with her numb hands, the chilling wind biting her to the bone. Only Tony's comforting arm around her provided some warmth.
"But you are Zee. You were Allie, and will always be," Tony replied adamantly. Allie was sitting there right in front of him, denying it. Sure, her real name was Ziva, but she was Allie.
"I'm so sorry Tony that I never had the chance to say good bye. Eli, my father, you know that he is the Deputy Director of Mossad. I had already left my training so late, I should have started when I was fifteen. Aba dragged me back to Israel, the only chance I had was to send you a letter when I passed the post office. I had already prepared the ring in case what happened, happened. The ring was my grandmother's, I just had it engraved with the message. I wanted to give you something which meant a lot to me. And so you know, I went back to Israel and began to train fro Mossad. I couldn't contact you at all, all I had of you was that beautiful necklace that you gave me. I wear it nearly always," Ziva smiled sadly. She unzipped her jacket slightly to reveal a Star of David necklace, and next to it was a simple cord with the mother-of-pearl shell charm. Tony smiled and touched it.
"And I still have your ring. I locked it up three years after you left; I could not bear to see it anymore. I missed you so much, Allie, so much," Tony hugged Ziva close to him, but suddenly, Ziva jerked away.
"Don't you realise, Tony? Allie Martin will always be a sixteen year-old, who loved a boy called Tony at Bournemouth. I am not that girl. Allie Martin was me, but is now not me? Don't you get it? I am not Allie," and at that, Ziva jumped up, and ran back to the car. Tony sat there, gazing after her.
Ziva felt tears flowing down her numb face. She brushed them away, running, running away from Allie and back to Ziva, away from the sixteen-year-old who loved Tony back to the Mossad ninja chick. She ran and ran, finally reaching the car. She jumped into the car and locked the door.
Ziva glanced at herself. She looked horrid. Her hair was all tangled and frizzy because of the wind, her eyes were slightly swollen. She still loved Tony, but he only loved her because she was Allie. Ziva wanted Tony to love her as Ziva, not as Allie. And the man was so thick-headed, he would never understand. She heard a tapping on the window. She rolled it down, after confirming the person was Gibbs.
"Gibbs," she asked, trying to keep her voice calm, instead her voice was slightly hoarse. Gibbs frowned slightly.
"Something you would like to share, Ziva?" Gibbs asked lightly. Ziva looked away from Gibbs.
"Nothing, Gibbs, I am perfectly fine," Ziva lied.
"Then why do you look like you have just gone into a storm and come out again? Why were you running?" Gibbs wanted to find out what was going on. Ziva and Tony were acting quite strangely.
"I am fine," Ziva emphasised the word fine, "Bye Gibbs." She scrolled the window up again.
Gibbs will get invovled, you bet it. I apologize profusely again for this short chapter, but please review!
Bye until tomorrow, or at the worst, the day after tomorrow.