Moving On Ch.3
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""I'm Ziva David's niece, pleased to make your acquaintance, Anthony DiNozzo."
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He sputters and his eyes go wide in surprise. "W-What?" Tony blinks, a myriad of thoughts running through his head—not one of them making sense. He stares at her intently, the connection slowly coming forth in his mind. The Israeli accent. The wild curls. The teasing brown eyes.
Vance takes one look at the girl and becomes suspicious and proceeds to climb down the stairs and into the bullpen. "Your Name?" He asks firmly with a single eyebrow raised. He never knew of Ziva having a niece and he's sure she would tell him or at least Tony. One look at Tony and he could tell the agent had no idea up until then. Does she have anything to do with Ziva's death? He ponders to himself.
"Leon Vance," she says with pursed lips, "Ziva told me a lot about you." She trails off as she remembers her aunt.
He rolls his eyes, " And yet she's told us nothing about you," he shoots back.
The girl smiles, deciding that it is safe to reveal her identity. Ziva told her about her boss and he fits the shoes quite well in her opinion. "Dahlia Haswari," she states, looking at Tony briefly for his reaction. If he is surprised, he shows it well because his face shows a mask of blank-ness. "I know what you're thinking," she tells Vance, "but I'm nothing like my fa-"
Realizing who her father is, Vance cuts the girl off before Tony puts two and two together. "My office. Now." He glances at Tony, "Go to her." Tony nods silently before walking slowly away. Though thick headed, Tony recognizes that Vance knows about his feelings for Ziva that developed after the accident. Vance thinks it cute, much like puppy dogs. Or Romeo and Juliet.
Tony pauses at the shiny elevator doors, remembering a few months ago. As he wipes a tear from his eye, Tony presses the down button. "Wait!" Dahlia calls before turning to Vance. "May I please go with him? To see her? I haven't seen Ziva… in three years." Her comment causes Tony to stop and try to figure out when Ziva was gone. In a whisper, she adds "Before my grandfather sent her to Somalia."
Trying to hide his bewilderment, Vance sighs and looks at Tony. The senior field agent shrugs as the doors open in front of him. Vance takes a deep breath and meets eyes again with Dahlia. "Yes. But you must remain with Agent DiNozzo the whole time. Because right now, you're at the top of the suspect list, Miss Haswari." His words are blunt and leave no room for misunderstanding.
Dahlia's eyes widen, but she doesn't object she mumbles a quick "Yes sir" before following Tony like a puppy.
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I open my eyes to the sound of sirens and lout talking. I lay on the grass a few blocks away from the NCIS building with no idea of how I got there. I ease myself up and look around to see the caution tape surrounding me. I must have tripped and hit my head at the scene, I muse. I spot Gibb across the way and figure he will know what happened.
As I approach Gibbs not a single person looks my way. Not even Gibbs. I wave my hand in front of his face. "Gibbs?" I ask. Nothing. 'Must be his new way of telling me to get to work.' I roll my eyes slightly at his demeanor that seems unusual. He seems almost…sad.
Shrugging, I feel a bit of butterflies in the bottom of my stomach when I realize I should ask Tony what I should be doing. I twist my head and find him escorting someone—a witness?- under the tape. I crane my neck to see who the person is and when I notice person's curly hair, my jaw drops. Dahlia. "Tony! Dahlia!" I call out as I rush over them. They don't even look up. I huff and raise my hands to push him as I say childishly, "Don't ignore me!" I shove my hands out and they don't make contact. My hands instead push through and I recoil in horror.
"My poor Ziva," he mutters softly, looking sadly at something behind me. His eyes glaze over and my niece looks up at him in bewilderment. She senses something about Tony. "I'll love you forever," he whispers. Dahlia and I gasp and my gut jumps. I would never guess he would admit that aloud.
I wave my hand in front of his face desperately. Again, Nothing. I take a deep breath and reach on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. His hand flutters up to where my lips just lay, "God, it feels as if you are still here." His tears now fall openly and continuously.
'I'm still here' I want to say, but something stops me. Uneasily, I turn to face the direction of where everybody seems to be looking and scream.
I see my body ejected from my demolished Mini Cooper.
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A/N: I got a review telling me not to kill off Ziva. Well, it kind of happened. This was all planned out. I hope you guys like the twist at the end. *insert smiley face* Please Review!