A/N- Here is the first story! Thanks to my friend for the idea (she prefers to be kept anonymous) this is dedicated to her! Hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: CBS owns all characters…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fatherly Love?
When Ziva's father comes for a surprise visit, is all what it seems? Is it really just a loving, caring father coming to check up on his daughter to make sure she is fine and nothing is wrong and to keep in touch or is they're ulterior motives and it's all a scheme? All is to be revealed…
Parings:
Gibbs/Ziva
Father/Daughter
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
NCIS Bullpen
08:33
"Aw, COME ON!" Tony yelled out loud, in the middle of the silence that had settled over the squad room.
"What is it Tony?" Ziva inquired, annoyed at the loud disturbance.
"I just lost the auction!" He whined.
"What auction, DiNozzo?" Gibbs snarled from his desk.
"Limited edition Movie Collection Box set! Only 5 were ever made! It's like a movie collectors dream to own one! They cost like 25,000 dollars but this was…"
"Sheket Bevakasha! Some of us are TRYING to actually get some work completed!"
"Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. Always full of fire." Ziva jumped from her desk as the familiar voice floated to her ears. She stiffly moved towards the elevator and into his open arms. He pulled her into a tight embrace.
Once Ziva was finally let go she looked into his eyes, "What are you doing here Aba?"
Eli looked surprised, "Cannot a father come check up on his daughter? I want to make sure everything is going well and if you're being treated well! Everything is going well I presume, correct?" He said with a smile.
Ziva knew something was up. He was too happy and unprofessional, total opposite of his usual act. Something was defiantly up. "Everything is fine." Ziva replied dryly.
He nodded, "Good, that's good. Now, I just have to talk to Director Vance for a bit and then I'll be back down." Giving her a tender peck on the cheek, he headed briskly for the stairs.
She slowly returned to her file cluttered desk with a surprised, uncomfortable look on her face. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned back to her opened, three quarters finished word document of her case report.
A few minutes later a caffeine hyper Abby bounded energetically into the bullpen. Gibbs looked, "What do you got abs?"
She smiled, "Well, I went bowling with the nuns again and Sister Rosita got…"
"About the case Abby." He said.
"Typical Abby." He thought to himself as Abby took over his computer and started pulling pictures up to the plasma.
"Well as you can see here," She expanded a photo of a gun and zoomed in on the barrel, "Our mystery guy left us a print. I ran it through AFIS and I got a match!" She pulled up another photo, but this time it was of a man, "Michael Reeves. Gibbs, you where right! It WAS the husband who killed her! That's why I'm never getting married!"
Gibbs just laughed, "Good idea. I tried already it three times. FBI picking him up?"
Abby nodded, "Yup! Agent Sacks was there when the AFIS results came in so he left to go get Fornell so they could arrest him."
"Ugh, how can you say that name so nicely? You know, he still thinks I killed that woman! I reminded him that I was framed but he still doesn't care! Ugh!" Tony exclaimed angrily.
Abby just shook her head while Gibbs rolled his eyes, "Well I guess that means where done with this case." Gibbs said as he printed his report.
Tony threw down his pen enthusiastically, "Yes! Case closed!" He yelled dramatically.
Gibbs sent him an annoyed glare, "Yes, it is closed, but you have to finish your case report first."
Tony gave a unenthusiastic groan, before turning back to his computer, "So not fair."
Tim chuckled, "I'm done mine."
Ziva smiled as she closed her file too, "I just finished."
"You wouldn't think so if you actually finished your report because you worked on it instead of bidding on some auction."
Tony just grumbled and continued writing.
"Thank you Leon." Eli said as he shook Vance's hand as he walked back down the stairs.
Ziva stood up as her father beckoned her to come over by the window. She stood cautiously.
"Ziva, I want you to return to Mossad." He started.
In the back ground, Ziva could see hear Abby's cry, "No! She can't leave!"
"Father…"
"No Ziva. You do not belong here. You belong back in Israel. At home."
Ziva shook her head, "No Director, I belong here, at NCIS. This is my home."
The whole team could see the fury burning in Eli's eyes. Even from a distance.
"Are you disobeying your father?" He asked angrily.
"If that means staying here, then yes!" She exclaimed defiantly.
"Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. Your home is in Israel, not here! You Belong for Mossad, not NCIS! You are trained for Mossad! You do not belong here! I care about you and I want you home!"
Ziva snorted, "Care?! When have you ever cared! You didn't care about me when Ima died! You didn't care when I had a dance performance! You never even showed up, even when you promised to! You never cared for me a day in my life! I've always been just another agent!"
"That's not true." He contradicted fierily.
"You never cared! You sent me on a suicide mission when I was 18!" She yelled.
The small crowd that had stopped to watch the fight between the Mossad Director and Agent, gasped. Abby's jaw dropped in horror, Tony and Tim where speechless, and Gibbs was amazed that a father could do that to his daughter. Ziva kept a straight face but fire raged in Eli's eyes.
Before anyone could say or do anything a hand came flying as Ziva's face, making a horrible sound as his hand made contact to her skin. Her head violently was whipped to the side but she kept her face stony. In the corner of her eye she could see Abby gasp, Tim's eyes widened, while Tony restrained Gibbs from tackling the Mossad Director.
"I am now giving you a direct order. You have two days to pack and say your goodbyes then you will leave."
"No." Ziva said defiantly, "I will not return."
Another slap came her way but she didn't let the pain show on her face, "You what?!" Eli raged.
"I quit. I am no longer Mossad. I will find another job, but I will NOT return to Mossad, Israel. You've controlled me for my whole life, but not anymore. I want to live my life and not under your every command. You are no more then the average Benzona!"
Eli gave her a death glare. It even made Tony scared, and he wasn't even the one receiving it. Even the crowd backed up, but Ziva kept strong.
"Ya Sharlila mizdayenet!" He yelled.
"Tistom tapeh yanaal! You noshech kariot! I will not return so you can just tahnis li latahat!" She yelled back.
Eli's eyes widened at insults. A fist came out and hit Ziva in the face. She fell to the ground. "Alvey tamot be pigoa!" He spat as he pushed through the small crowd forcefully to the exit stairs, managing to even knock some people over. By now most of the crowd had jumped away and scattered back to their desks.
Ziva picked herself off the ground and Gibbs realized that the look he saw when Eli said Alvey tamot be pigoa, it wasn't anger, instead it was hurt and sadness. Ziva was about to return to her desk when Gibbs pulled her towards the elevator. Once inside and the doors had closed, Gibbs hit the emergency stop switch. Ziva looked to the ground at her feet as unshed tears prickled in her eyes.
"Ziva, it's alright to cry you know." Gibbs said gently after seeing the emotions playing across her face although she tried to hold it back.
Ziva shook her head violently, "No, as my father told me when I was young, crying is a sign of weakness…" Her eyes glazed over as a flashback came to mind.
Young Ziva knelt by her mothers bedside shaking her profusely, "Ima! Ima wake up! Please wake up Ima!"
When Ziva realized why she wasn't waking up, she broke down in tears. A few prayers later Ziva walked out of her mother's room. She slid down the wall and started sobbing.
Her father was nearby and came up to her, "Ima's gone!" She told him. He stood there, with an emotionless expression on his face. "Don't you care!?" She yelled at him in despair. He roughly grabbed her elbow and pulled her to her feet, "Don't you EVER talk to me that way again!" Slapping her on the face, tears poured from her eyes again. He slapped her again, "Do not cry! Crying is a sign of weakness. Good soldiers don't cry!"
She nodded and held back her tears. Her life's goal was to impress her father, and tears would ruin everything…"
Gibbs pulled Ziva into a hug, "Oh Ziva. Your father is a bastard!"
Ziva buried her head into his shoulder as tears threatened to spill, "I spent my whole life trying to get my father to be proud of me! I-I did everything he asked but it w-was never good enough!"
Gibbs gently rocked her back and forth as he did with Kelly when she was upset. He gently stroked her hair comfortingly as she continued, "I-I never c-could do anything r-right! And today… today he told me…" She stopped and pulled away, wiping her eyes, "I'm sorry Gibbs! I d-didn't mean to…"
Gibbs gently took her head in his hands, being careful of the large bruise that had formed on her cheek, "You can continue if you want."
She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, "He said Alvey tamot be pigoa to me! It's a terrible insult! It means I wish you to die in a terrorist act!"
"Oh Ziva!" He hugged her again before continuing, "He just can't choose both you and Mossad, and it's not your fault!"
"I do not want to go back to Israel. My family is here. Abby's like a sister, Tony is the best friend I was never allowed to have, Tim is like a brother to me, Ducky's like the grandfather I always wanted, and you're the father I never had."
Gibbs smiled lightly.
Ziva smiled back before getting serious, "What am I going to do now? Since I am no longer Mossad, my liaison position with NCIS will be terminated and I'll be forced back to Israel. To stay here, I would need a new job and US citizenship. What should I do Gibbs?" She asked, and Gibbs could pick up the note of desperation in her voice.
Gibbs smiled, "How would you like to be a NCIS agent? You've got all of the necessary requirements."
Ziva smiled happily, "I would LOVE that! But what about the citizenship I will still need that."
Gibbs nodded, "I have a few favors I can call into play. Well, lets just say a lot of people owe me one so I'll just use it."
Ziva sighed in relief, "I'm not going to let you leave Ziver. If you go back to Israel, you'll probably get sent on another suicide mission and I won't let my second daughter die on me." Gibbs said as he restarted the elevator.
Ziva hugged him once more and once the doors opened, they both strode through the bullpen. Gibbs called out to them, "Everyone, I'd like you to meet your new teammate, Agent Ziva David..."
Smiles where on everyone's faces but Ziva's and Gibbs' were the largest.
Gibbs looked over as Abby engulfed Ziva into a hug. Gibbs smiled to himself, "One big happy family."
The End!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A/N- That's it for this story! Hope you all liked it! Sorry about any OOC moments… I have a slight cold coming on and my head is all foggy. Sadly I've got this stupid 3 day retreat for school I have to go to on Monday (the 14th to 16th) to Wednesday and I am NOT looking forward to it! I'll tell you how it goes on my next story…
Speaking of that Please Review! I love them!
Also, PLEASE review with a story Idea or PM me one! I'll be looking at them all on Sunday night (tomorrow night) and I'll randomly choose one for over my trip. I have this nifty book light that clips onto my notepad and it is super bright so I'll write after lights out.
There are about 60 people going. I laugh at the people who actually think 30ish girls are going to fall asleep without talking! Record was 3am before everyone crashed. *Sigh* if they keep me up that late, somebody better keep those paper clips away because I might just turn into Ziva! (Insert evil laugh here)
For anyone who wants to know what the yelling war in Hebrew was… I would recommend googleing "Insults in Hebrew" that's where I found TONS! Some were really bad so I didn't put them in, but here is what it all means…
You are no more then the average Benzona!"
-Benzona = Son Of a *itch
"Ya Sharlila mizdayenet!" He yelled.
-Ya Sharlila mizdayenet = you fu**ing slut
"Tistom tapeh yanaal! You noshech kariot! I will not return so you can just tahnis li latahat!" She yelled back.
-Tistom tapeh yanaal = shut up you idiot
-noshech kariot = Pillow biter (Supposedly it's an insult)
-tahnis li latahat = stick it up my a**
Eli's eyes widened at insults. A fist came out and hit Ziva in the face. She fell to the ground. "Alvey tamot be pigoa!" He spat
-Alvey tamot be pigoa = I wish you to die in a terrorist act
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now you see why I rated it T…
Pretty please send me a story idea! I would be sooooooooooooooo happy!!!
Thanks soooooooooooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhh!
Jen*