If Tony had to admit it, he wasn't that shocked when Kari and Ziva had turned up on his doorstep with two reasonably big bags holding clothes and other things. But he was shocked to see Ziva cry; he was very shocked to see Ziva crumble for the second time.
Ziva wiped her eyes glumly and looked up to Tony, she had been resting her head on his leg with a pillow underneath, while she droned on about her endless amount of "Uncontrollable" worries for Kari. "So you're saying you think it was more of a long term thing?" Tony asked, his tone dangerously serious for such a careless man, Ziva nodded darkly and moved into a less comfortable position of sitting upright. "I don't think it was much to do with Mossad training itself" Ziva began somberly, Tony shivered, he hadn't ever, in his entire life witnessed something so dark, I mean, a man. Her Father! Given the responsibility of looking after a small child, doing an okay job until she reached an age. Then bang. He lets it crumble and neglects her in the highest form. Tony tried to keep his sleep heavy eyes open.
"Tony! Are you even listening to me?" Ziva asked, her voice raised so she could give a good attempt at waking Tony out of his little session of being deep in thought. "Uh yeah. Look Ziva, you need rest, its going to be a long day tomorrow, trying to track down a suspect and keeping Kari safe" Tony said in an honest caring tone, Ziva smiled and gave him a deeply meaning full hug. It was the small gestures like this that separated their, secret relationship from others they had experienced in the past. Ziva didn't feel like she was being weak, or bringing down her defenses, she was just being human. Something being in mossad had not allowed her to do. Ziva finally agreed with him and stood up, Kari was sleeping in the small room at the back, Tony used to store DVD's he didn't want others to see. "But before I do, I have to make a very important phone call" she said grimly but with a good bottle of confidence, she flipped out her cell phone and dialed a number she rarely used.
Tony watched absent mindedly, unaware of the troubles which lurked behind the corner.
"Ziva? I was wondering when you would call" a voice said from the other line, it was a mans voice, cold, dark, and ever so confident. It was matched with the confidence that was oh, so similar to Ziva's. No guessing who it was then.
Ziva snorted and created a space between herself and Tony, just to be safe, just so he didn't hear anything. "Shut up and listen" She ordered, the other man let out a cocky laugh, it made Ziva's blood boil "Now now, Ziva. Is that anyway to speak to you're father?" he said in the exact dark and demon seeming tone. Ziva's fist clenched as a fire raged through her like an electric bolt. "Its how I shall speak to a man who broke my trust" Ziva started, she was on a roll, too many thoughts powering into her head at once, she was bound to slip up. "I'm going to guess you're talking about Kari, yes?" He questioned. "Yes" Ziva answered bluntly. "Why?" Ziva asked, her voice showing how much she longed for an answer, any excuse to blow the mans brains out. It didn't matter if he was her father; he had betrayed her and was going to pay for it dearly. He chuckled for a few seconds before replying "Ziva, I am the Director of Mossad, how am I meant to keep a child under control?" he said in a light and happy tone, definitely not suited for the type of talk they were having. But like he cared. Ziva gritted her teeth "So you handed her over to man, who you knew was more than unstable! "Ziva nearly shouted, it was hard to keep her emotions from flaring into huge flames when it was a personal problem. Ziva slammed the phone shut and shoved it back into her pocket, her face unwillingly showed everything that had happened in that phone call. It showed through emotion. Tony didn't have to guess who it was on the phone; it was obvious by Ziva's angry and irritated demeanor, Tony hesitantly walked over to Ziva "Did he tell you who it was who hurt Kari?" Tony asked. He held little hope that he did. Ziva shook her head in a no motion " He was too busy playing the role of the overly confident, stuck up, and deeply annoying father!" Ziva exclaimed bitterly, Tony hushed her. "Maybe you should go see him, you know. Face to face" He explained, yet again he didn't really think she would agree. It was probably a bad idea. Ziva chuckled sarcastically "Without trying to kill him? No I don't think so Tony" She told him before heading off to his room, she needed to rest. The phone call had gone on for a little longer than planned. Tony shrugged his shoulders and followed her, switching the lights off. Leaving the room in a calm and collected darkness.
Finally this chapter is done! Sorry if it isn't great. I wrote it while I wasn't feeling to great ((Ill)) Thanks for the great reviews! I shall try to update faster!! Love Jodie