A/N: I'm sorry, I didn't want you guys to wait. So here is Chapter 3! This is actually pretty long for me. Yay! Um did you guys see the season finale of Castle?! That was intense, I cried so hard man...
Onward!
"Okay, so it all started in college.." Castle began.
At that time, I didn't know about my father. However, it seemed like the Israelis knew about it. Apparently he had committed treason against their country and Mossad pursued him. They found out about me and tried to use me as leverage. They kidnapped my right in front of my dorm. I was a pretty built 18-year-old, so they, very sneakily, came behind me and sedated me. I woke up with a cloth bag over my head, I had no idea where I was. My hands and feet were tied to a metal chair, I was immobile. They came in, every day, for what felt like years. My captors proceeded to ask me questions about a man named Jack Taylor. I honestly had no idea who he was, when I told them that, they went on to beating me. Punch after punch, lash after lash, I kept thinking, "Why am I suffering because of this man?"
It was the same man every day. He'd come in with the men that I named The Army. One day the came in, it was probably two weeks after I was abducted, they spoke rapidly, as if they were deciding on what to do with me. Out of the conversation, I understood two thing words, David, and Ziva. I had no idea what "Ziva" meant. I figured it meant the prisoner. I also though that the man's named was David, so in my head that's what I would call him. David and his army.
A couple of days later, David came in, without his army. I was surprised, as I braced myself for that day's beating, he opened the door. The figure that came putt of the doorway was not what I had expected. It was a girl, about my age, maybe a couple of years younger. David looked at the both of us, smirked and left me with her. I guess she was their "secret weapon". By that time, I was so delirious, I though she was there to kill me. As it turns out, she was.
"I don't agree with this." That was the first thing she ever said to me. "Mossad has taught me to be a ruthless 'soldier', this is bad. Mossad is not behind this, this is my father's doing." She was rambling and pacing back and forth. She then remembered that she was not alone in the room. She turned and looked at me and smiled, "Could you be a moose and pretend like I'm physically hurting you?"
A moose? I think she meant 'dear'
I did as she asked, mostly grunting and whimpering my face was so swollen I could barely speak.
She continued to pace and mumble to herself. Then, she looked as if a light bulb turned on in her head. She opened the door and harshly spoke to the two 'soldiers' standing guard outside, after a couple of minutes she came back, smiling mischievously. "I have a plan"
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"Can you walk?" my mysterious savior had asked me.
I shook my head. I could barely breathe, let alone walk. She sighed and started to look at me, I guess because of my malnutrition, she thought she could probably carry me. And that was what she did. When I was out in the fresh air, I looked at the place where I was held captive, it was a little shack. It seemed so big to me from the inside. I had a gut feeling that I was no longer in New York.
She let go of me and she began to run, I tried following her as fast as I could but my legs felt like jelly and the world begun to spin. I felt her pull me into an alleyway and she shoved me through a door. Inside, it was dark and smelled like rotting fish. She turned the light on and introduced herself.
"My name is Ziva David," She pronounced David like Daveed. "I work for the Mossad, I know you have questions know but let me speak. It has come to light that your father planted a bomb near one of our government official's home." She paused, as to add effect. "Or, I thought it was your father, you see I report directly to my deputy director, who also happens to be my father. However, to me he is just a person of higher ranking. He told me that this Jack Taylor man was responsible for the bomb and the deaths of 12 civilians and 3 officers. He told me to find him, and kill him.. Of course this was off the books, and it wouldn't have been my first kill. There was something in his voice that made me suspicious. As I looked into it, it seemed as if there was no evidence pointing to your father. When I found out about you, I volunteered my specialty. Torture. I knew I needed to get to you before my father kills you. And it seems like I found you at the right time, too. My father he knows how to beat people without leaving any scars, except the mental ones. I had no idea I'd get this far, so I improvised."
As she was explaining my story, she begun to tend to my wounds. When I realized she was that man's daughter I pushed her away but she cautiously came back and started to finish. I had so many questions swimming through my head, I couldn't ask her because my face was too swollen. She told me a little more about herself.
"As you know, my name is Ziva David. I am 16 years old. I was recruited by the Mossad at the age of 12, I had undergone series of tests to prove I was worthy enough. I stood through hours of torture and fighting lessons until I was administered my Red Test. My objective, to kill a man and his wife whilst sleeping in bed. I did it with no question, their children were sound asleep in the next room. After that I became Mossad's muppet. I have an older half-brother, Ari. He's a kind man and he's studying to become a doctor. Actually I believe he is on his way here to tend to your wounds. Then, I have a beautiful eleven year old sister, Talia or Tali, as I like to call her. She is the sweetest most loving person I have ever met. Next year, she will be recruited by the Mossad, if she fails her tests, they will kill her with no regret. That's why I will fight for her, no matter what it takes."
As she was telling her story, I couldn't but admire this girl. She has been through so much and she has yet to become an adult. What have I done with my life? Party and sleep with strangers. I was in an infinite debt to her, I owed Ziva my life. Her English was perfect, except for her understanding of idioms and metaphors. Just then there was a pattern of knocks that sounded very similar to Morse Code. Ziva stood up, grabbed her gun and slowly opened the door, she visibly relaxed when she saw who it was. She opened the door wider to let the man come in. This stranger scrunched his nose at the scent but his face softened when his eyes landed on me. When he saw me a look of sympathy and pity was obviously showed on his face. I didn't want this man's sympathy, or pity, I sat up straighter and looked ahead, obviously too proud to care about what this guy thought of me, who did he think he was?
I didn't realize he had a medical bag with him until he placed it in front of me. That's when I realized, this was Ziva's brother, Ari. He was a doctor, and he was here to help me. He helped me stand up, then he continued to look at me. His face hardened when he saw my back, there were no cuts or scrapes just bruises.
"They will pay this, this is the last straw. How dare they hurt innocent people like this? They will learn, he will have a taste of his own medicine," Ari muttered under his breath. He? Who was he? Probably his father.
When he was done looking at me, he turned to Ziva. "Okay Ziva, listen carefully, you need to keep a very close eye on him. He needs very special care." Ari continued, "You will have to wrap his chest as tightly as possible, however, he has to breathe. You have to do this every twelve hours for a week. You also need bottles of water, a lot of them. This man is severely dehydrated and malnourished, so get him so food too."
A week? I can't stay here for a week, I have to get back home. I tried sitting up to say something. Instead, I just groaned. Ari shushed me. "Next, use this balm over his face and back, it will heal the bruising quicker."
Then, he turned to me, "You got very lucky. My father's men left no scars. He did leave severe bruising, some blood clots, and a couple of broken ribs. It might hurt breathing for the next couple of weeks. The tightly wrapped gauze will help the ribs set. Now, this balm is practically magic. It will heal the bruising and the clots. It will take some time for these to heal. I do not want you going back to America looking like this. Until you fully heal, you're staying here in Israel. Doctor's orders." He spoke to me in a soft voice, but I could see the hardness in his eyes. He clearly does not like his father.
"Thank you so much, Ari. I really do appreciate it." Ziva said.
Ari walked over to her, and held her shoulders. He started speaking rapid Hebrew and Ziva started to look angry. Then they started to argue, Ari let go of her, reached into his bag, pulled out a needle, and gave it to her. I was almost positive that needle was for me. I just didn't know what it did.
He walked out and that was the last I'd seen of Ari Haswari.
A couple minutes later, Ziva walked out, murmuring something about getting the supplies we needed. I think she's uncomfortable around me.
This gave me time to look around. I was in some kind of warehouse that probably stored fish, based on the smell of it. It was either the fish, or me. I tried standing up, when accomplished that feat, I started to walk around. By the looks of it, the sun was going down. I tried speaking, first I started to opening and closing my mouth. My lips were basically glued together and they were in desperate need of some Chapstick.
It was getting late and I was getting worried. Where the hell was Ziva? She should be back now, shouldn't she?
That's when the warehouse door slammed open and Ziva came staggering in holding ripped bags. "I was ambushed," she said, gasping. "There was so many of them. They were waiting for me outside of the supermarket, hoping I would lead them to you. I fought them off as best as I could then I ran." She laughed without humor. "Ziva David, Mossad's fiercest soldier, ran. I will make sure that will never happen again. I will never let anyone overpower me." When she said that, I was scared. Scared at what she was capable of.
I tried comforting her, "It's alright, you're still young, you still have a lot to learn." I knew I sounded cheesy but, what would you say to a teenage assassin?
"You don't understand! I shouldn't be making mistakes. In Mossad, if you make a mistake, you're dead. I should have known that I was being followed. I guess I thought that I hid ourselves so well, they wouldn't find me. I was mistaken."
I heard leaves rustling outside, in a flash Ziva was at my side, helping me up.
"We need to get out of here. I will have to take you to the next safe house, no matter how soon it is."
I got up, and started for the front door, Ziva pulled me down and opened the latch on the floor. A secret room, of course. She ushered me down with the groceries and told me to as quiet like a rat and to wait until she's done. Done with what? As soon as she closed the tile, I heard some scraping, I bet she was moving the couch that I was on back over it. A couple of minutes later I heard the door to the warehouse open with a bang, and a lot of footsteps over my head. There was a lot of yelling, but I couldn't make out the words. Then, there was thumping, it sounded like bodies hitting the floor. After the third thump, I started counting. When I got up to 556, Ziva opened door. "The coast is clear" she said with a sly smile. When I climbed up the ladder, I noticed five bodies on the floor. These men were twice Ziva's size and yet, she took them down. "How many men ambushed you at the supermarket?" I asked. She replied with, "50"
Behind us I heard a tsk tsk sound. I turned around and saw a fit Israeli man leaning against the wall.
"Malachi," Ziva growled. Great, so they knew each other. "I'll deal with you later, Ziva" the man said.
Out of nowhere, he appeared next to me. Why are these Israeli's so freaking fast? The mysterious man held me by my throat, "Where is Jack Taylor?"
I replied with the hardest punch I could muster. Apparently I hit him pretty hard because he fell to the floor.
"Did you see that?!" I exclaimed and Ziva nodded."Convenient but not something that I would do." she replied. I took that as a compliment.
"We should keep going before more men find us. Can you walk? Do you think you could walk a few miles? Should I carry you?" Ziva was talking so fast. I cut her off and said, "Ziva, I think I'll be fine. Can we just go?"
We walked a long distance, I estimated 10 miles. I judged it was a mile by the amount of bottles of water I drank. Finally, I seen civilization up ahead. I asked Ziva, who was silent most the trip, if that was where we were headed. She absent mindedly nodded. Ever since we left she was in a daze. I think it had something to do with that Malachi kid. He was maybe around my age, probably older.
When we got into town, Ziva stopped in front of an apartment building and went in and I followed her. We some flights of stairs and stopped in front of room 207. The apartment was pretty big. It had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The living room and kitchen were pretty spacious. When we arrived the sun was just beginning to rise. That was when I realized how tired I was. I told Ziva that I was tired and was going to sleep.
I slept. I slept long and peacefully. Ziva only woke me up to change my gauze and reapply the balm. The this time, I hardly noticed I was in any pain. I had gotten used to it. When I woke up, it felt like I had a huge hangover. Ziva told me I was asleep for almost two days. She also said that was normal for someone who experienced the torture I experienced.
That morning she made me breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Apparently she knows, "The way Americans love their bacon."
While we were eating I asked her about Malachi.
"Malachi is my partner in Mossad, and nothing else." Ziva told me I could tell she felt something for him but I decided not to push it.
As Ari said, it did take a while for all my wounds to heal. Almost two years. After the first week, Ziva and I fell into a routine. In the morning she'd make me breakfast. Then, for the next three hours she would teach me Hebrew. Afterwards, I would learn some fighting techniques. She wouldn't teach me anything heavy because I still needed to heal. She'd make dinner and then I'd tell her about life in America. She still was like a teenager. She asked me if I met any celebrities and if they were as cute in real life as the were in the magazines. Finally, we'd go to sleep.
I never asked where she got the money to pay our bills, or the pay for food. I was to afraid of what the answer would be.
I stayed for four years. Long enough for my mother to think I actually went to college.
When I came to America, I was stronger than ever before. I spoke fluent Hebrew and made a lifelong friend.
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"And that's it." Castle said, "That's the story of how I met Ziva David."
Kate stared at him intently. Why hadn't he mentioned this before?
"I didn't think this was that important because I never knew this 'Jack Taylor' guy and they never came back for me. I assumed that they mistook me for someone else." Kate sat there, speechless. She stood up abruptly and hugged him. "I never knew you went through so much" she whispered.
At that moment Liz started crying in her room. Kate went to go soothe her and Rick followed. As she was rocking her, Kate looked up and asked, "Wait, did you say she had a baby?"
