Chapter 3
AN: I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry! I have had this written for AGES but I could never get to a computer to type it up! I am so so so sorry! And I thank anyone who is still reading this after about 6 moths of silence. If you are still reading this then I SHOULD have the next chapter up in about a week, I have a vague idea of what I am going to write. On a more cheerful note… I got accepted into University! I am excited!
Disclaimer: As always I wake up before they hand over Bones and owning NCIS is just ludicrous, unfortunately *pout* I do own the twins and Emily and "Eli" and "Catherine" MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Recap: Eli came back just then, carrying a baby girl, followed by the woman who could only be his sister, holding another. Brennan pushed herself away from Booth, slightly embarrassed to be caught in a moment of weakness. The woman, Ziva, sent her a sympathetic look and passed her the child she was carrying so that she could lean over and whisper something in the snoring man's ear. Whatever she said seemed to do the trick as he, in trying to get out of bed fast enough, tangled his feet in the covers and fell out of bed to land in an ungraceful heap at Ziva's feet. She just laughed, shook her head and walked off, beckoning Brennan to follow her. Brennan held the baby close, the sweet weight of the child keeping her calm and she felt less like she was going to fly off the knob? Lever? than when she had first walked in.
She followed Ziva to the kitchen and what she said next made her freeze.
"I know who you are."
Brennan almost dropped the twin she was holding in shock.
"You… I… What?" she spluttered.
"I. Know. Who. You. Are." Ziva repeated slowly, as if to a small child or an idiot.
Brennan pasted a falsely bright smile on her face, trying to appear nonchalant and failing miserably.
"You do?"
"Yes. I do," the other woman replied, looking a little puzzled by Brennan's expression but continuing, "You are Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institute. The man out with my brother and my partner is your partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI and father to your daughter Emily Christine Booth and," here she paused before recommencing softly, "all of you are dead."
Brennan could only gape at this woman in disbelief. How on Earth had she known all of that?
"But… You… What… How?" was all she managed to stutter nervously.
The woman, Ziva, she remembered her name was, smiled mysteriously. "I… have my sources, yes?"
Brennan frowned, the fact that this woman knew all about her and yet she only knew her first name, and that was from overhearing it all those weeks ago, was a little unsettling to say the least.
"Who are you?" she breathed, perturbed.
Ziva flicked her hair out of her eyes with an impatient hand.
"My name is Ziva David (she pronounced it Da-veed) and I work at NCIS as a probationary field agent. My partner," she gestured towards the outer room again, "is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, also of NCIS and is the Senior Field Agent on my team…"
She appeared as if she was going to continue, however the baby in Brennan's arms started to fuss. Ziva lifted her daughter out of the other woman's hold and rocked the child, a tender expression on her face, crooning softly to the girl in, what Brennan guessed, was Hebrew, or it might have been Arabic, she was not sure.
Her daughter quietened, comforted by the sound of her mother's voice and grabbed for her hair babbling excitedly. Ziva laughed softly and shook her head so that her hair tickled the baby's face, making the child sneeze and then she giggled with delight.
Brennan smiled slightly before the reason she had hurried over, basically hysterical, came rushing back, the bombsite? that Ziva had dropped having temporarily driven it from her mind. Watching the other woman interact and play with her daughter, it all became horribly real. Panic taking over, she pressed her hands to her chest, as if it pained her and doubled over, her grief a physical weight, not allowing her to continue to stay upright. She slid down the wall, gasping for air.
"Dr. Brennan?" Ziva asked worriedly.
Brennan stared up at the younger woman, on the verge of breaking down once more. Barely holding back tears she managed to gasp out, "She took her! That b*tch! stole my little girl!" before she collapsed from grief, sobbing into her knees which pressed tightly into her chest.