Chapter four.

I would really love to know what you think about this story, I am open to any critisim, just nothing mean. If you want to see something specific in this story tell me and I will see if I can fit it in anywhere.

Trust me after the next few chapters it gets more interesting.

I have to say, I have no idea how big Eli's basement is, so lets just pretend that he has a whole different floor there.

Disclaimer: Not mine, full disclaimer in first chapter.

She woke up a little later than usual the next morning. It was Saturday, she justified to her self. It was only an hour later. She put her sneakers and running t shirt and shorts on and left the house in favour for her usually daily run.

She half way through her run when she saw her two good friends approaching. They were talking and laughing together. Adara looked up first seeing her, "Hey, Ziva," she said loud enough so Ziva could hear her. She ran a little faster to reach her friends.

"Good morning, Adara, Kalev," she said with an elated smile.
"You seem in a better mood today?" Kalev asked.
"Yes I am thank you," she replied, turning to walk with her friends back the way she came.
"Did you ask your mother about your father," asked Adara.
"Well... Yes, but she did not tell me anything," she said sounding a little defeated.
"Than what's got you in a good mood?" she asked.
"I found out that Abba thinks that I am the only person he would trust with something that I'm not allowed to share," she said, happy again.
"That's good," Kalev said, then a confused look crossed his face, "I thought you weren't allowed to see him?"
"Just because I'm not allowed does not mean I don't see him,"

They walked the rest of the way to her house in silence. She walked in the door when she heard her mother's relieved gushes of her name, "Ziva, where have you been, I have been worried,"
"Ima, I went for a run, like I do every weekend," she replied.
"I wasn't talking about then; I was talking about last night. You had your door locked," she said.

"I wanted the privacy that I am entitled too," she said as she walked past her mother guiding her friends to her room.
"So why can't you tell us what your father is going to get you to do?" asked Kalev.
"Well I guess I could tell you a little detail..." she said teasingly.
"Come on then Ziva, tell us," pleaded Adara.
"Okay. You know how I plan to join Mossad after school?" she began. Her friends nodded.
"Well I need to work in the IDF for two years before hand. Abba is going to put me in IDF early and pull a few strings as long as I do something for him," she said.

Adara's mouth dropped open, "So you're going to get in before us?" she said shocked.
"Probably," Ziva replied.
"You know, Ziva, sometimes I hate that your father knows people in high places," Kalev said. Ziva smiled at him.
"I could pull some strings to. If you'd like? I technically know people in high places too," Ziva said.

Adara stood up and started looking around Ziva's room, "What are you looking for?" Ziva asked her friend.
"Something to do," she said, "You have no interesting games,"
"I don't play games, Adara," Ziva said as she rolled her eyes.
"Let's go and pull a prank on you sister," said Kalev.
"Oh, I like that idea," Ziva said conspiringly.

It was once again the time that Ziva would sneak out. Her friends had left and the dishes were done. When she arrived at her father's house he put her straight into training.

It was more physical this time. It began with laps of the house's basement until Ziva could no longer take it, "I need to stop," she told her father, taking deep breaths to try and catch her breath, while she was still running. It was a hot night. Hotter than it had been in a while.

"Bad luck Ziva, you need to be able to do this," he said, "Keep running," he ordered.
"Let me have some water at least," she said.
"Keep running," he repeated. She kept running.

Eli watches his daughter continuously run. To his surprise her running was kept at a constant pace, never once faulting, even when she was speaking.

He kept her running for another ten minutes. She began to walk over to the bench where her water was, when Eli grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, silently questioning him. He stared her down, "Over to the weapons, take your pick, and then shoot the targets," he said, "I want you to run this Ziva, a constant pace. If you were being chased you wouldn't stop for water, or begin walking,"

She took off again. Grabbed the gun she shot best with the night before and shot all targets three times. Then she was faced with moving targets. She pretended they were real people after her.

She moved to the side and hid behind a wall that was jutting out. She shot the moving targets as well. She pocketed the gun.

"Now Ziva go to Ari," she sprinted over to her older more skilled brother and when she reached him he began fighting her. Not hitting hard enough in places that are easily seen but harder in places that were.

She skilfully dodged most of his advances before gaining the upper hand, tripping him over and delivering a few punches in return then pinning him to the ground before holding the gun to his neck. Her father than called her off and threw her water bottle at her.

She didn't think she had ever been so thankful for water. She finished half of the bottle before her father began to speak. She sat down on the bench, "You are almost ready. You can put all of your skills together effectively and can take down people stronger than you are. When are your next school holidays?" Eli asked.

"A few weeks," she replied still panting.
"With a few more trainings like that and your briefing, you'll be ready by then," he told her. She nodded once taking another drink from her water bottle.
"You can take her home now Ari," Eli said as he walked out.

There was no "Well done Ziva," or any sort of praise. She looked at Ari as she put her belongings back in her bag. She was glad she didn't have to do anymore training the next day or go to school. She would be sore when she woke up in the morning.

"Ready Ziva?" her brother asked.
"Yes,"

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