Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while i've had a writers block... this chapter has major explaining... hopefully everything will become clear but i apologize if some things don't add up i've tried my hardest! Enjoy...
Chapter 7
The nurse had left them now and it was getting late.
"Are you keeping me waiting on purpose Jenny? Because…"
"Look it's getting late, we can always talk in the morning-"
"No Jenny, we can't."
"You need your rest, you've been stabbed and you're pregnant Ziva."
"I will stay up all night if I have too." She hissed, "You have got to tell me Jen, please." She said her voice softer.
"Alright. I don't know where to start."
"How about when you told Tony and i to take the day off?" Ziva replied.
"Well this does has everything to do with Paris, a deep undercover op, Decker, Gibb's and Ochimida."
"What?"
"Natasha, or if you prefer Svetlana isn't the only one with a grudge from Paris."
Ziva took a deep breath. "Remind me of the op?"
"Infiltrating and terminating a Russian spy ring. We thought we got out clean, as you know Ocimida was the code word we used if our cover was blown."
"And you heard it at Decker's funeral." Ziva nodded.
"Natasha is dead, I'm told Franks shot her – before she was about to shoot Gibb's. Then they burned my house down." She smiled, but her face darkened as she continued. "But like I said Natasha isn't the only one who carries a grudge."
"Come on Jen, hurry up! We, Tony and I saw you dead, your blood was everywhere. Franks was with you, Ducky says you were terminally ill…"
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Look, Natasha's lover, who Gibb's shot had a brother. That we didn't know about, he was in deep in the spy ring. But ironically we though he was dead too. And I'm not terminally ill, the people who took me – lets just say those were not my blood samples – but I didn't know that at the time."
Ziva nodded, encouraging her too continue.
"That day, the day you found my body, Franks went out to get some water, that's when they came in quietly. I remember a stabbing pain in my arm and everything went black."
"Jenny I saw you, I saw you dead on the floor."
"Listen, what ever they gave me – and I still don't know what that was – it took me close to death. I was in a very deep unconscious state, I presume you checked for a pulse, but you wouldn't have found one it was too weak to detect. I give blood, this guy has people everywhere, and they got some from what must have been the hospital. Everything was done properly." She said bitterly.
"When he had made my "body" as realistic as possible, he shot some of the people who he'd brought with him."
"And they just let him?" Ziva asked, not hiding her surprise.
"I expect they didn't know Ziva."
"I presume they were counting on the fact you wouldn't want to look at my body too closely. I woke up, a few weeks later, in some kind of private hospital."
"Where?"
"Not in America. I'm not going to tell you any more it's safer for you that way."
"He told me some of what had happened – he, he told me that you all thought I was dead." Her eyes filled with tears at the memory.
"He hated me, I've never seen so much hate Ziva, not in all my time as an agent. He hated me for terminating the Russian spy ring, for killing his brother. For the more recent death of Natasha."
"Why does he hate you for the death of Natasha?"
"I think he fell in love with her after his brother's death, but she didn't want him. It just made him more angry and bitter."
"How the hell did you get out?"
"Honestly? The only reason I'm here is that his most trusted friend, who kept me imprisoned, or "monitored my health" as he called it – fell for me. I had to sleep with him first before we "ran away together" after he let me out I knocked him unconscious and ran. This was after about a month. He tracked me down after about a day. He didn't come personally but we spoke over the phone."
"What did he say?"
"That he knew where I was, and that he wouldn't come after me if I never went back. He hates Gibb's more than me, Gibb's killed his brother. He said he was taking away the precious things in his life. I begged him not to hurt any of you, or Gibb's. I told him I would never speak to any of you again if he kept you safe. He agreed, but I don't trust him. He tracked me for three months, but I have reason to believe I fell off his radar about a month ago – other wise I would not have stayed here with you, it's risky as it is."
"What about the autopsy, you cannot fake one of those?"
"Ducky saw my "body" and did the external exam but was told that he would not be doing the autopsy, no questions asked. Of course he did, but what ever they said to him must have either been an exceptionally good lie or very threatening, because he kept his mouth shut."
"That certainly is one hell of a story." Ziva said.
"That's why I can't go back, no one can know about this. He said, he said if I go back he will pick you off one by one and kill Jethro, slowly." She said, through tears which were flowing.
Ziva pulled her friend into a hug.
"We are in a mess." She stated.
"Yes we are." Jenny said "I have an excuse not to tell people, what is your excuse for not telling Tony about the baby?"
"He will get hurt."
"You don't know that, he will be thrilled I expect."
"And what if he isn't?"
"He still has a right to know."
They sat in silence for a minute, Ziva taking in Jenny's unbelievable story. Of what she had gone through and continues to live through every day. She couldn't imagine pretending to be dead whilst knowing Tony was mourning her. The pain for Jenny must be unimaginable.
"Jenny?"
"Yes."
"This man that took you, does he have a name?"
She took a deep breath, "He did, but he has a new one."
"Which is…?"
"I don't know. He told me to call him Mr. Ocimida."
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