Third chapter, Eli is in this chapter.

I must warn you, I don't like Eli, I have no disrepcet for anyone else's views, this is just my idea. The way i have framed him might be as sort of evil, and since I haven't finished writing this story yet I don't know if that is going to change or not, especially since I have the main plot then write around that and even then I don't even plan that i just write the timeline fillers.

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Disclaimer: Not owned by me, full disclaimer in the first chapter.

It took 20 minutes for Ziva to walk to her fathers place. She knocked quickly and precisely three times then waited a few seconds before the door opened.

"Ziva," he said before stepping aside to allow her through the door.
"Good evening, Abba,"

She continued to walk to the room where most of her training sessions were usually held until she felt an arm on her upper arm, "Ziva, I want to talk to you about something," said her father. Ziva looked up at Eli and frowned in confusion.

She let him direct her to the dinning room which her brother was also in, "Is everything okay?" she asked looking between the both of them. Ari looked at their father, "You shouldn't do this," he murmured.
"Shouldn't do what?" Ziva demanded.
"I am happy with your progress, Ziva. I would appreciate it if you would do me a favour?" he father said. Ziva nodded non-committed.

"It is too dangerous, father," he said.
"It is not too dangerous. I know Ziva can do this, it is why I'm asking Ziva not Tali," Eli agued back.

This happened often. They would fight about her as if she was in the room. She had learnt to tune it out most of the time, but she still found it strange that they could all of a sudden forget about her...

"I'll do it," Ziva spoke up for the first time in the conversation not even knowing what they were talking about.
"Excellent, Ziva. You want to work for Mossad after high school, yes?" Eli said. Ari was glaring at him.
"Yes," Ziva replied, ignoring her brother's disapproving stare.
"Women need to work for two years with the IDF," he paused. Ziva nodded making it clear that she understood. She already knew this.
"I want you to start in the IDF soon," he stated.
She nodded then hesitated, "Why do you want me to start early?" she asked.
"I need eyes on the inside, Ziva. I wouldn't trust anyone else. I know that you can do this," he said.

Ziva straightened up, held her head up high, and said, "Yes," with a nod.
"Good, that's what I want to hear,"

"Abba, what will I be learning to night?" she asked him. This was the part that she really wanted to get into. He told her to wait before walking out of the room and returning a short while later with a few types of guns, "I am going to teach you how to aim with these properly," he said. Ziva's face lit up.

Round after round was fired at moving and still targets, almost all of them dead on target. If they were off they were off by a few centimetres at the most. She had her brother and father watch over her and correct her as she made unnoticeable or careless mistakes. She really enjoyed using the different types of weapons. It was the best and most interesting part of the training with her relatives.

Of course her father wouldn't allow her to use the weapons especially the guns until she was fourteen, but she suspected Ari had something to do with that. She had seen them before, and when she was at her father's house before he had gotten home once she had picked the lock on the cabinet where her father keeps them and she had held them. Being thirteen at the time, for the rest of the night she felt unstoppable and her ego had grown to more than twice its usual size. She had thought she had gotten away with it. That was until Ari asked her why she was acting invincible and she had lied to him. Ari seemed to be one of the very few people, her sister, and her friends being the other people, who could always tell when she was lying. He dobbed on her and Eli had grounded her, and Eli never punished her, he left that to her mother. The only effective way that he could punish her was the disapproval that he saw, he didn't know this though, but she kept it hidden. When he had grounded her all she saw was part amusement, a bit of surprise (he wasn't aware she could pick locks) and a tiny bit of pride that she could fool them to believe that she never would do such a thing. She never went near that cabinet again. She was too scared of loosing her father's approval that she had worked so hard to get in the first place.

So this was huge. It had been three, nearly four years ago since she had handled a gun. She was excited and shocked when she had aimed with little difficulty and hit the targets with deadly accuracy. When she turned to her father to see what he thought she was a little disappointed when she saw the emotionless mask he usually wore. She missed the brief flash of pride that crossed his face, she concluded. Especially when she turned to look at her brother and he – who usually had wore an emotionless mask around their father – was waring nothing but shock and surprise at the almost perfectly rounds she had put in the plastic mannequin. She was happy with that response. She moved to the next target.

Three hours later Ziva had to return to her mother's house. Her father walked Ari and Ziva to the door, "When the date gets closer I will brief you on your first assignment," he said as he said good night.

"Okay, Good night, Abba," she replied as she followed Ari to his car.
"What the hell are you thinking Ziva," Ari asked suddenly, startling Ziva.
"I am taking the mission. He said he wouldn't trust anyone else with the mission. Abba said that I was the only one who could pull it off," she justified her decision.
"He didn't say that, Ziva," Ari knew that Eli had something planned; and he had a feeling that it wouldn't work out well for Ziva.
"He did, just not in as many words," she said indifferently.
"He didn't say any of those words at all," Ari quickly replied.
"Yes he did. He told me that he wouldn't trust any one else," she snapped.
"Okay, I'll give you that one," he said, "But when in the entire conversation did he say that you were the only one who could pull it off?" he pulled up down the road from her house and Ziva quickly jumped out of he car.

"You do not believe I can do it," she said, it wasn't a question.
"No, that's not what I said. I know you'll be able to. But Ziva you have agreed to something that you haven't even been fully briefed on yet, it could be really dangerous, this could kill you. I don't want to loose my sister to my father,"
"There are plenty things that could kill me every day. There are people dying for their country right now. If I die helping my country I would be happy, no matter how much of a violent or painful death it could be. I would die knowing I did every thing I could've for my country," she almost yelled. As she finished talking she slammed the car door and jogged back to her house.

She removed the fly screen again and climbed back through her window and collapsed onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before getting up and changing into her pyjamas.

She lied in her bed thinking of what she had practiced and what her father had told her. She already knew how to handle the guns that she was given to shoot, but her aim was a little off, which would hopefully get better in the coming weeks.

He father trusted her with a task that she would complete successfully. She would not let her father down as if she had done on occasions before.

She would do it for her father.
She would do it for her country.

With that thought she forgot all Ari told her today and fell into an easy sleep.

If the next few chapters seem a bit jumpy, that's probably because they are. I got a bit stuck and had a moment of writer's block, so I started writing a different story, which i might post after I have a few more chapters written.

I will probably - after this - write Tony/Ziva stories, maybe with a few single character stories here and there, because those two are awesome and I believe that they will get together soon. I have a probably unrealistic idea of how.

Thanks again to the story's subscribers and reviewer.