Kari sat in the middle of the living room, a pillow pushed tightly against her chest for comfort, this wasn't going to be fun or easy.
"So" Ziva started, as she re entered the room with her nightdress on. Kari sighed and looked at her, "So what?" she snapped at Ziva like the troubled and stubborn teenager she was. "Maybe you should start with what the friggin'hell he did to you!" Ziva barked back but mouthed the word sorry and calmed her self down mentally. "Right" Kari began and cleared her throat, one thing was for sure though, she wasn't going to cry in front of her mother again "I cant really remember when you decided to leave me" Kari began with guilt laced in each word "But for awhile It was fine, I grew up like a normal kid, just without a mom and being taught how to use guns and any other weapon" she said with a joke this time, Ziva chuckled quietly "Sounds like something he'd do" Ziva added then listened affectionately again, Kari breathed out and rubbed her eyes "Then it turned sour" she admitted darkly "He got angry, and it was like he had little love for me" she said her voice gently tipping over the edge. Ziva watched as her daughter, her own daughter slowly crumbled under her gaze. "Kari you don't have to continue right now" she soothed and warily edged towards her and brought her in for a small but love gesturing hug "Not just yet" Ziva whispered into her hair.
A few minutes had passed and Kari had drifted into a light sleep her head resting on the pillows on the floor. Ziva watched the girl sleep; light snores filled the room and the light from the lamp on the kitchen counter faintly danced around them. Ziva's eyes drifted to the small but deep scars on Kari's one arm, she sighed heavily and a frown crept upon her, what had that man done besides hurt her mentally and physically? Her own father, Ziva's father. "We will be having words" Ziva whispered darkly and bent down to lift Kari off the floor, it took all her strength to pick her up, she wasn't small built and thin, she was, well. A mirror image of Ziva, Kari groaned groggily at the sudden change and looked up sleepily to a strained face Ziva "Uh" was all Kari managed before Ziva tucked her into bed and the door was shut. Ziva sighed heavily, being a mother was hard work but rewarding in its own way, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, maybe she could save Kari from what she had suffered and she would become a good Ncis agent in the process.
A small tap at the door broke Ziva's daydream. Ziva cautiously walked to the door and peered through the small hole "Tony?" she said with a quiet voice and opened the door. "Hey!" Tony said in his usual bouncy loud voice, Ziva put her finger to her lips and hushed him "Kari is asleep" Ziva whispered and pointed out the Sofa to him, he nodded and sat down "Movie is out of the question then?" he teased and put his coat over the armchair. Ziva grinned and sat next to him, her nightdress falling comfortably over her knees as she crossed them. Tony took a few seconds to scan Ziva's calm and relaxed demeanour, and what ever else his eyes drifted too. "Tony! What are you do doing?" Ziva said her voice rose above a whisper; it was more of a sarcastic hiss. "What! I'm only a man Zee-vah," he teased and she nodded in agreement, as much as she hated to agree.
"So!" Tony whispered in the dimly lit room, "What you got going on here?" he asked and let himself check out his surroundings and its participants, he paused "Wait there's no TV" Tony whispered with an utterly blank expression painted on his face. "I don't need one. Well I didn't but I think a fifteen year old would want one" Ziva whispered and let out a small sigh in anger "I don't want her to become a zombie though" she whispered and her gaze purposely fell over to Tony, "I'm not a Zombie! And even if I am, I'm a very charming zombie wouldn't you say?" he said with a flirty tone. Ziva laughed silently and nodded "If I had to, then yes you are a charming zombie" Ziva replied with the same playful tone. Both of them had to notice the chemistry doing flips in the temperature rising room. "Was that a compliment Ziva David?" Tony asked, not taken back in the slightest, he was used to having endless compliments, phone numbers, and various items of women's clothing thrown at him, not saying he's a saint in any way though. Ziva mentally kicked herself for giving Tony the slightest bit of pleasure of knowing that she was attracted to him. "I guess" Ziva said and glanced at the clock, she was tired, too tired to even think about anything else than how she was going to help Kari and what she was going to do for the rest of her life. "Tony, sorry to cut this meeting short" she said hoping she had gotten the English right. "I'm going to bed, see you in work?" Ziva said with a smile and got up. Tony frowned in disappointment "Okay, but do I get a goodnight kiss?" Tony asked like a child asking for desert. Ziva looked at him, "Fine" she said in defeat and glanced at that undoubtedly charming, amazing, beautiful- she stopped as his lips lightly played against hers. She mumbled and tried to break free, remembering her daughter was in the back room and Kari walking in on them would mean more heartbreak for her. She finally broke free, as much as she didn't want to. "Tony, not now. Please?" she said then begged him to have a little self-control. As gutted as Tony was, he understood what Ziva meant. "Sure" was the last thing he said, Sure was the last thing he said before he left and beat him self up about it.
Well, I thought I wasn't going to get this chapter up for a long time seeming as my Nan had to go to hospital, but she's out and getting better so I decided to write!
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