Title:
הילדה שלי- My Girl
Disclaimer: Nope, still own nothing. *hangs head in shame*
AN: Hello again guys! I would really love to thank you guys for reviewing the prologue! I really appreciate it a lot! And for those who alerted and favorite-d thank you as well! So, I'm not as nervous as I was before about posting, but still am nervous as to how you guys will react. Please, don't bite! :( Please do review though, I would love to hear your thoughts!
Chapter One: Rule #1
Two weeks had passed since Ziva's death and they must have been the longest, most painful week for NCIS. Tony could not understand still how the two bullets hit Ziva and not him. He had been standing right in front of her, sort of. Just several inches in front of her, not that he was covering her completely. They were in a warehouse and...
"Let's split up, we'll have a better chance of getting him that way. Ziva, Tony, cover the middle to north end of the warehouse. McGee, you're with me."
They all nodded and went their separate ways. Tony looked at the Mossad officer in front of him as she had her gun cocked out forward and intently watched what was going on in front of her, concentrating as she surveyed the area. He was trying to rate her butt on a scale of one to ten and he was debating between it being an eight or a nine. Though the scale was tipping more toward the nine. Finally, she paid attention to the hole being burnt into her behind, "Tony, why are you staring at me?"
Tony didn't say anything at first then replied, "Oh, uhm, trying to rate your tush on a scale of one to ten and the scale is stuck between eight and nine but it's tipping more to the nine. You see, Agent David, your tush is perfectly-"
Ziva's glare shut him up instantly.
But of course, did anything ever shut Tony up completely if it's not Gibbs' infamous head-slaps, "Just want to make sure I've got it right before I post it on for others to rate. Of course, I'll have to get a better look at it later and see if I wanna take points off for flabbiness or for-"
"Tony! SHUT. UP! Or I'll kill you with my credit card!" Ziva snapped as she walked through a maze of large empty crates that polluted the area of the warehouse.
Tony swallowed, and not another peep left him. Ziva walked ahead of him and into the center of the maze where she seemed to have frozen. Tony frowned. Their suspect was standing there, with a gun so big that their NCIS issued guns would coward to. His gun was pointed to Ziva and Tony heard him threaten, "Take another step forward, Agent David and you die. Drop your weapon. You too Agent DiNozzo, don't think I don't see you behind her. Can't hide in the shadows forever. Why don't you come and stand beside her and I'll decide who I want to kill first, hmm?"
Ziva swallowed and then said, her eyes narrowing, "Who gave you the right to kill all those people? Don't you have the least bit of remorse for what you've done?" She tried to distract him.
"Shut up! Shut up! Don't speak or I'll, I'll kill you!" The unstable man with the weapon shouted, pivoting the gun toward Ziva.
"Whoa there! Okay, you don't wanna do anything stupid.." Tony said, his hands up in a defensive way. Even though he displayed a smile on his face, he was just as scared and nervous as the next person.
The man pointed the gun to Tony instead, "Do you wanna take the bullet for her?"
"I would've done it in a heartbeat had I known this was how this was going to end..." Tony whispered to himself, returning from his daze.
"Tony, it's not your fault, you can't keep blaming yourself for an unstable suspect." McGee said to him, knowing the far off look in his eyes as Tony stared at her desk.
"How is it not my fault, Probie? I should've taken the bullet.. Not her. I was beside her. I was her partner and I let her down, I should've never let her down. I should've protected her, but I didn't. I broke Rule #1 from Gibb's rules, McGee.. One of the most important rules..." He looked distraught about what had happened still. He sighed as rubbed his face again.
"Tony, it could've been much worse-" McGee was cut off.
"How could it have been worse, Probie? Ziva's dead! She's dead, gone and we can't bring her back! How does it get any worse than that, Tim?" He snapped.
McGee looked bewildered and blinked, "I.. Duhm.. I... Oh, how can we help you, sir?" He asked, no longer looking at Tony, but past him.
Tony frowned and looked behind him to find a two men in black suits and sunglasses. He looked back and noticed another man waiting by the elevator in a black suit, holding a little girl's hand and she wore his sunglasses. Tony took a good look at her, curious about why there was a little girl at NCIS headquarters.
The child had a hair band that pulled her dark brown curls out of her face which was a color that resembled Ziva's. She wore an ironed white shirt under her black jumpsuit dress and she didn't look older than four or five. Though he couldn't see her eyes from under the glasses, he wondered what they looked like. He also couldn't help but wonder why such a small girl like her didn't smile or wasn't giggling. Her small face had a look of seriousness and solemnness look which reminded him an awful lot of Ziva as well.
Tony just shook his head and turned his attention back to the two men that now stood in front of the squad room area. "Are you Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?" One of them asked McGee.
McGee blinked and shook his head and Tony replied, "Who wants to know?"
"Mossad officers Levy and Cohen." He pointed to himself and the other man beside him.
Tony frowned, "What's this about? Agent David's body was sent to Israel after being cremated like Director David had asked for it to be delivered."
Agent Levy nodded, "And we received Agent David's remains. Shiva was done as the Jewish rules mandate which is why this has taken so long." He handed Tony a packet of stapled papers.
Tony looked at it, "What's this?"
"Miss David's will."
He frowned, "It's in Hebrew and what do I have to do with this?"
"The back is the translation, and we're just following orders. We were told that the child had to be left with you."
Tony blinked, "Wait... What?"