New Chapter. From here on in, things are going to be getting more interesting and start moving a little quicker :D
I'm just warning you; I have no idea how a defence force base works, I have never been on one and I don't live in Israel, so if something's off, please pretend.
The next couple of days went quickly. There was a lot of getting her settled and the training for the IDF had begun, she was put into a group. She was the only girl, but Aaron was in the group. That was the main thing.
Every night before lights out they would walk around the base by themselves and enjoy each others company before saying good night and going to bed for the evening.
This happened every night.
After a week Ziva began to wonder, was she the one being hoodwinked or was she hoodwinking him. He didn't ask questions about her family, aside from once. Did that mean that he knew and was just trying to find out how far she would go to find the buried truth or was it simply because he noticed her discomfort when he asked the question?
She was now half a month into her mission. She had had no contact with her family aside from her father so she could update him every other day. Today was one the day when she would be meeting with her father.
"Are you sure that this is the right person?" she asked.
"Ziva I want you to find that out. What do you think, is he the right person?" he told her calmly.
"Part of me thinks he is not. He is way to patriotic, he wants to do something for his country and he's told me that this is how. But there is the other part of me that knows that someone that blends in is more likely to not be caught than someone who is out casted. More than half of the people who are here are here for the same reason," she explained.
"Which part is the bigger part?"
"The part that believes against it," she stated.
"Get to know him better, make a more justified decision," he told her.
"How well do you want me to get to know him? How far should I go to get him to trust me?" she asked.
"As well as you can, as far as it takes. Ziva, you can do this, you have the strength, I have trained you well enough," he said and walked out.
She walked out of the office and he was waiting for her. He didn't know who she was seeing in the office but he had patience and she agreed to let him wait for her. She had a drill or class or something like that to get to, she couldn't remember what, and now she didn't feel like going. She wanted to pause for a bit and think all of this through more.
She had this bad feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach that told her that something was off, something would happen, that they had the wrong guy. Then when she thought about it more she asked herself if Mossad's Intel had ever been wrong. And at the present time, from what she knew, it never had been.
She walked out and looked for Aaron. When she found him, he looked down at her, "You don't want to go to the drill we have now, do you?" he said. I was more a statement than a question.
"Not really. But it doesn't matter, we have to. Come on," she said.
The drill was the longest one that had even been since she began. Afterwards, Aaron and Ziva walked to get something to eat. They sat across from each other.
"Ziva, if I asked you a question, would you answer honestly?" he asked after a while.
"Depends on the question," she replied, immediately becoming suspicious.
"I know you are only seventeen and I am almost ten years older than you. But I really like you. You're up front - blunt, you tell it how it is, you have amazing confidence, your not afraid of many things, and you're beautiful. I was wondering, that when we get to go home for a while if you would like to go out with me," he asked.
This surprised her, "Um," she said. She looked him in the eye and saw only sincerity. She could see he was being genuine. Was he so stupid to not see that all Ziva wanted were answers to questions? That she was using him. She didn't want to hurt him, but she knew deep down that it might be the only way she would get honest answers. This surprised her because she knew that this was coming but when he said it still surprised her and she felt more wanted than she ever had.
"Yeah, sure. I don't see why not," she said then thought, "But why wait until then, we could have our date here, on base sometime?" she asked him, she played the situation to her advantage and immediately felt bad when his face lit up.
"I like that idea. Thank you Ziva," he replied.
"No need to thank me. I haven't done anything,"
That had been a week ago. Tonight was the night she would officially go out on a date with him. Her stomach did back flips. She had never been on a date date. She had male friends that she had gone out with but it wasn't a date. She had no idea what to do or how to act; she decided not to act any different. She wore the same old cloths and wore her hair the same.
Just as she began to worry about her attire he came to her dorm and she saw he was also in nothing different from usual.
"Good evening," he said when she opened the door, greeting her with a smile.
"Hello," she stared at him for a moment, no one talked, but it was a comfortable silence.
"Shall we go?" he asked her politely. She followed him away to the same old cafeteria, which would be where there date would be. There was nothing different for the other people on base to be suspicious about.
They ordered and sat at a table in the far corner. In the few hours of their date, Ziva discovered that he could be charming and she could tell, even with her lack of experience that he had done this a few times.
He made her laugh, blush, and giggle at times. Ziva had never felt like she was. She had to keep reminding herself of why she was there.
Later that night when she went to bed she began thinking of reasons that she would feel wanted and loved and happy while she was around him. When she was at home the only place she felt that the most of the time was with her friends. They accepted her, the like her for her, they didn't care about anything else.
When she began thinking about her friends and family especially her sister she began feeling home sick. She turned to her side on her bed and silently cried herself to sleep - something she never does. Tomorrow was the weekend. She wouldn't have to do anything or get up early in the morning.
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