Chapter 3: Scars
The next morning, Ziva was able to take Abby back to her house.
"When did you buy a house Ziva?" Abby asked.
"About a month ago. I have more space to train and I don't have to worry about my knifes going through my walls and killing the person that lives next to me." Ziva said as she helped Abby inside.
"This damn stick can't help me see shit!" Abby said as she tapped the floor.
"You'll get use to it. It takes a while but you get use to it. What do you want to do?" Ziva asked as she and Abby sat on her couch.
"I'm a little hungry but not really. So, how about I eat you." Abby said snuggling into Ziva's arms.
"Abby, are you sure?" Ziva asked.
"Ziva, what part of 'I love you' didn't you understand?" Abby said as she felt around for Ziva's face.
"But Abby, how-" Ziva did finish cause Abby had placed her hand over Ziva's mouth.
"Shut up, and kiss me. Don't talk." Abby said as she pulled Ziva in for a passionate kiss.
Ziva and Abby kissed passionately as their hands roamed all over each other's body. Abby tried to get her hands under Ziva's shirt but Ziva pulled away.
"Ziva? Don't you dare leave me like this. What's wrong?" Abby asked as she felt around for Ziva.
"Abby, I just...I..." Ziva couldn't think of the words to explain.
"Ziva David! Don't you dare lie to me! What's wrong? Why can't I touch your skin?" Abby demanded.
"Abby, I know you can't see, but you can feel. After what happened in Somalia, I've never let anyone see or touch my skin. It's not you it's me. My scars are ugly and make my skin feel gross. It's not as smooth as my face, it's horrible. Unhuman, ugly, gross, and i'm afraid." Ziva said with sadness thick in her voice.
"Ziva, baby, I love you no matter what. I know you have scars. I've memorized them. I know where every single scar is." Abby said still feeling around for Ziva.
Ziva leaned into Abby touch. "How do you know where my scars are?" Ziva asked as Abby held her hand.
"Because, once, when you took a shower at NCIS, I peeked. I watched you. I know i'm such a perv but I was in love with you. I saw every scar, every cut, every bruise. I memorized them. I wanted to go back to Somalia, revive that bastard and kill him myself for scarring your beautiful skin. Ziva, I love you, and when I say I love someone, I mean it. I'm not like all these young couples that just throw the phrase around, I mean what I say and I say I love you Ziva David." Abby felt upward to find Ziva face. She pulled Ziva in for a kiss.
"Abby, I love you so much." Ziva said burying her face in Abby shoulder.
"Let it out. Don't you dare hide your tears from me. Cry, Ziva, cry." Abby said as he held on to Ziva.
Ziva did as she was told. She cried and cried. Ziva felt like a child but she didn't care. She kept crying until she fell asleep with Abby holding her.
(Abby's POV)
Ziva cried for a long while. I held her in my arms whispering in her ear that I loved her and that everything would be alright. She soon fell asleep and I held her for a while longer. I buried my nose in her wild curls, taking in the scent that was all Ziva. She smelled like sunshine and flowers, with something that was just, well, Ziva. I kissed her forehead and soon let sleep take over my body.
I woke up to the smell of coffee, eggs and what I'm sure was bacon. I felt around for Ziva and i couldn't find her.
"Ziva? Where are you?" I shouted still feeling around for her.
"I'm here my love. I was just in the kitchen making breakfast." Ziva said as i felt her grab my hand.
"Can I please not wake up alone again?" I asked a bit annoyed.
"I'm sorry love. I only wanted to make sure you had something to eat when you woke up." Ziva said sweetly before pecking my lips.
"Everything smells good." I said getting up from the couch.
"You need to learn to use this. Once this case is over I'm going to leave for work and you need to find your way around without me." Ziva said placing the stick in my hand.
"Fine. When do we start- HEY! WHY DID YOU LET GO OF ME?!" I yelled as I felt her pull away.
"If you want me, come and find me." Ziva said to me.
"Damn you Ziva! Why now?" I whined.
"You need to learn babe. Please just try it. Follow my voice and find your way over to me." Ziva said.
I carefully tapped the ground with my stick and tried my best to avoid any tables, chairs, walls, doors and plants, to find my way to Ziva. After hitting my leg on, what I think was a chair, and slamming into a door, I made my way to Ziva.
"Very good! A little rough but you'll get it." Ziva said rubbing my back and hugging me.
"Don't you EVER, do that again! EVER!" I said sternly.
"I promise that I won't but you need to learn. I'll help you, I promise I will never leave you my Abigail." Ziva said before she kissed my forehead.
Normally, I hate when people use my first name, but when Ziva does it, it sounds so natural. I love when she calls me Abigail. It makes me feel all fuzzy on the inside.
(End of Abby's POV)
(Ziva's POV)
I showed Abby around my house. It was a two story house so I had to make sure she knew where the stairs were.
"Ziva, can we eat now? I'm hungry!" Abby wined at me.
"If you can find your way to the kitchen, you can eat." I said letting her go.
"What the hell, woman! I said never to do that again!" Abby shouted tapping around with the stick.
"Woman? That's new. Now come on. Walk toward me." I said as she walked.
"Fuck!" Abby cursed as she ran into a door.
"Calm down, i'm right here." I said as I grabbed her hand. She felt up towards my face then I felt the sting of her slapping me.
"What did I say? Never to let me go again! And you did it!" Abby pouted.
"Abigail Sciuto! I will not be around all the time! You need to learn. Try to understand, please. I only do it because I love you." I said as I grabbed Abby's wrists so she wouldn't hit me again.
"Ziva, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Abby said. I saw tears running down her cheeks. I knew there was more to this than just me trying to teach her.
"Come sit, and eat. We need to talk." I said as I helped her to the table.
"Why?" Abby asked.
"What is really wrong? Why don't you want me to leave you?" I asked concerned.
"Alright, I'll explain." Abby said with a sigh. "When i was young, I fell down my stairs. My brothers weren't home and as you know, my parents are deaf. Anyways, I fell down and broke my arm and hurt my leg pretty badly, and I couldn't get up. I screamed and cried for almost 3 hours until my brother came home. By the time he found me, I had lost a lot of blood and was about to pass out. After that day, I clung to my brother like glue. That is why I would go out with every guy and/or girl I fell for. I didn't want to be helpless like I was when I fell. So now, being blind, it scares me even more that something might happen. I'm sorry I hit you." Abby said before she placed her hand on my cheek.
The tears were falling fast now. I grabbed her and hugged her while she cried.
"Can we eat?" Abby sniffled.
"Yes, we may eat." I said before helping her feel around to find her food.
(End of Ziva's POV)
(Abby's Thoughts)
The scars I have and the scars Ziva has are very different but in some ways, they are the same. Even though my scars are mental and her's are physical, both scars have changed our lives forever. When I touch Ziva, I feel the scars. I can almost see them if I try hard enough. I can imagine them in my mind, along with how she looks when she smiles or laughs. I will never forget those beautiful chestnut brown eyes. And her wild curls that would constantly be in her face if she didn't pull them back in a bun or ponytail. And her perfectly, toned body. The way her muscles move when she would fight with Gibbs, Tony or McGee. She's perfect. I hope one day, if I'm lucky, I'll see again. And then I'll be able to look her in her eyes and tell her, "I love you". But for now, I will cuddle into her arms and fall asleep.
(End of Abby's thoughts)
(Ziva's thoughts)
I love Abby. And Abby loves me. It is perfect. I love the way she always sees the good side to everything. She's blind and she's not complaining...much. Although we come from two very different worlds, we are perfect for each other. Her mental scars will take much time to heal as will my physical ones. But together, the healing process seems to speed up. It is like, when I am with her, the scars don't hurt as much, the broken bones seem to settle better and my heart seems to be more open. When I am with her, I do not have to hide my feelings behind a emotionless, blank stare, or threaten her to keep out of my business. I want her in my business, I want her in my life. And one day, I hope to kneel before her and ask her to be my wife. But until that day comes, I shall hold, love, help and protect her as my girlfriend.
(End of Ziva's Thoughts)
(Yes that is the end of Chapter 3. I hope you liked it and I hope it was worth the wait. I cried a few times writing this and it took me awhile to think all this out but I finally got it! I'm hope you all like it! Let me know what you think.)