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"(Ho!) So show me family
(Hey!) All the blood that I would bleed
(Ho!) I don't know where I belong
(Hey!) I don't know where I went wrong
(Ho!) But I can write a song
(Hey!)
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet"
When Ziva's father died, I thought I had lost her. I thought she was going to become secretive again, and put up all of her walls to try to block us out. Although, she did try that. I just wouldn't let her do it.
Flashback #1
"Ziva," I said gently shaking her trying to wake her up from her nightmare.
"Stop!" She screamed, and then gasped as I grabbed her arm.
"It's ok. It's just a bad dream." I whispered trying to get her to calm down.
"No, it's not." She said gently, as I tried to intertwine our fingers.
"C'mon."
"Leave me alone Tony." She whispered, gently patting my arm. "I'm fine, really!"
End of Flashback
Flashback #2
"Solitaire?" I asked, as I walked into the room.
"None of your business."
"Oh I think it is. It's my apartment, my computer. Ziva, it's my job to protect you. Who are you emailing?"
"Old friends," She quickly said.
"In Israel?" I asked at the same speed.
"They do not know about my father."
"That's for the best." I said quickly once again.
"But apparently, my father's protege, Ilan Bodnar, is in Washington, looking for me. Does he know what happened?"
"He does now," I whispered.
"And you did not think to tell me!" She asked raising her voice.
"I thought Ziva! I think a lot of stuff," I admitted. "All the time. I've been thinking about how to keep you away from all of this, but clearly that's not working."
"Why must I be kept away? I have known Ilan since we were children. He always fancied himself a son of Eli, apart of my family. Which he is not. I am blood! And I am not allowed to have access?"
"What do you want me to say Ziva? The guy is Mossad."
"I was Mossad!"
"And now you are the daughter of a dead man," I said harshly. "Why don't you let yourself act like one."
End of Flashback
After about a week or so, she began to try to be like Ziva again. I guess she knew she was not alone in all of this, that her family, would always be there to catch her when she falls.
