Chapter five.
This is more of a filler, but it will get a lot more interesting in the next few chapters as I work it up to the actual mission.
Could I ask all you a favour? I know I said I wouldn't beg, but if you like this story, please is the first story I published, and I wasn't expecting a lot, especially since I was sort of experimenting with writing Ziva's character which is part of the reason why it is purily a Ziva story.
So please tell me if you like it or if you hate it. Tell me if there is something you would like to see and I will fit it in somewhere. The other chapter's I've written so far can be changed, I write it then before I publish, I go back and change and add a lot more to it, so it would be easy to suit it to what you would like to read.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Full disclaimer in first chapter.
Sunday didn't past as it usually did; she would usually sleep in till late, and then went for a quick run. Sundays were the days she took easy.
This morning she felt sore. Her muscles ached like they used to when she first started training. She hurt all over from the stress she put her body under that night.
When she woke up she turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She couldn't bring herself to get up. It wasn't because she didn't want too. She knew that if she didn't get up and pretend that she wasn't aching all over her mother would find out that she snuck out.
She kicked back the covers on her bed and slowly climbed out. She carefully walked down the hall, being careful not to move in a way to put the wrong amount of pressure on her legs.
Other than that, the day went normally. Her mother didn't pick up on a thing. Instead of being outside like she usually did she stayed inside, every now and then her mother would ask her why she wasn't out side, to which Ziva replied she had homework.
After a few hours of her mother bothering her she stood from her desk and locked her door. Then she tried to stretch the stiff muscles of her body. When she started to stretch it was extremely painful. After a few minutes of holding the one stretch the pain would ease and then she'd push it further.
Throughout the following days her stiff muscles began to ease the more she used them. Monday's were her favourite days, lesson wise. She was in every class with one, of not both, of her friends. Her teachers didn't seem to like this fact.
According to her last report, the teachers that she had on Monday's commented that all three of them were constantly disruptive or distracted.
At about lunch she got a message on her phone from her brother. It said not to worry about training because their father had to work late.
"Ziva," said Adara, gaining her attention, "Are you coming tonight? I am going to the movies,"
"Who else is coming?" asked Ziva.
"I'll ask Kalev to, Ima wants me out of the house tonight. Although I don't know why,"
"Your parents are still married..." Ziva replied cheekily.
"Ew, Ziva, that's disgusting," Adara said.
"What ever. Go and ask Kalev," she ordered.
Kalev walked over to them as they put their books in their lockers.
"Ask Kalev what?" he asked, talking about himself in third person.
"Movies tonight, you coming?" Adara asked.
"Sure," he said quickly.
"I'll go too," said Ziva.
When she got home she told her mother and got ready to leave. She hadn't been to the cinema in ages. Movies weren't usually her thing; she would prefer to read a decent book. But being with her friends would make it enjoyable. Kalev would probably tell Adara and her off for continuously talking through out the movie.
He might not enjoy movies like some others, but when there was a movie on he would watch it with enthusiasm.
A few hours later, after Ziva finished her homework, she got changed into her deep blue jeans and a brown three quarter sleeve top with black ankle boots that had a small block heel, the top of the boots were covered from her jeans. She loosely plated her hair and waited. She looked at herself in the mirror, compared to what she usually wore, what she was wearing was quite feminine
A few minutes later there was a knock at the front door. Ziva ran out of her room and through the hall and opened the door for her friend. Adara was wearing a pale pink t-shirt, a light blue skirt that came down to just above her knees and black flats. This was nothing different to what she usually wore.
"Ima," Ziva yelled through the house, "I'm going now," she finished and closed the door. They walked to Adara's car which had her mother driving. Ziva opened the back seat door, "Shalom, Hava," she greeted her friend's mother.
"Shalom," she said in return.
The ride from Ziva's house to Kalev's was quick. They didn't live that far from each other. Then it was another five minutes to the cinema.
They got out of the car and got their ticket then walked to the movie theatre their movie was in. They took their seats and Adara quickly began talking.
"Ziva, guess what," she said.
"What?" she really didn't feel like playing the guessing game.
Adara pouted, "Remember the guy that I like?"
Ziva nodded, "Yeah, Nate," she said recalling the conversation they had a while back.
"Well he asked me out," she said excitedly.
This time Kalev spoke, "Then why are you here with us instead of him?" he asked. Ziva laughed.
"He said he's free on the weekend," Adara replied.
"What?" Ziva asked.
"Shh, the movie is starting," said Kalev, as the lights dimmed and before Adara could answer.
They walked out of the movie once it finished. They were waiting outside for Adara's mother to come and pick them up, it was too dark and Ziva refused to walk home in the dark. She wasn't scared of the dark she just knew that it was more dangerous than walking during the day, and the horror movie that Kalev chose didn't help her superstitions.
After five minutes Adara's car pulled up in front of them and the climbed in the car. The car trip home felt quicker than the one leaving to the movies.
Ziva was he first one to be dropped off. She said goodnight to the three people in the car and walked her door. It was just before midnight; Ziva assumed that no one would be still awake. So it surprised her to find her sister sitting on her bed when she opened her bedroom door.
Ziva turned the light on and looked at her sister, she looked like she had been crying.
"What's he matter, Tali?" she asked.
"You snuck out of the house the other night and the night before," she accused. Ziva sighed; she really didn't want to have this conversation.
"Where did you go?" she asked.
"I went to Abba's house," she stated.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I can, it is really none of your business," she said.
"I heard you talking to Ari the other night, and he rang me today telling me what Abba was going to get you to do," Ziva looked at her sister and then looked at her door, making sure it was closed.
"What did he say?" it was Ziva's turn to ask questions.
"He said you were going to go to IDF early if you did a favour for Abba. He said that you accepted," Ziva watched helplessly as he sister's eyes began to become glassy, "He said that if you go, there's a chance that if your caught they will kill you," she started to cry, "I don't want you to go, Ziva, I don't want you to die,"
Ziva took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She walked over to sit next to her sister and wrap Tali in her arms, "I will not die, Tali, because I will not be caught," she told her. Tali lent into her sister's hug and put her head on Ziva's shoulder, "how do you know?" she said, her voice was muffled against Ziva's shoulder but Ziva could still make it out.
"Because I know," she said, it wasn't truth, but it wasn't a lie, "Can you do me a favour though Tali?" when she felt Tali nod she continued, "Don't tell Ima, please," she said, Tali nodded again. Tali broke away from her sister's hold and stood up. She said goodnight and walked to her room.
After her sister left, Ziva got changed into her pyjamas and laid down on her bed. She began to feel guilty; she had just promised her sister something that she may not be able to keep. She didn't know what the mission was exactly, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy, she knew her brother was right; it would be dangerous.
With that, she concluded that there would be a chance that her cover would be compromised, that if that were to happen then there was an extremely good chance that she wouldn't get out alive.
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