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Chapter Six

She had made her mind up at the beginning of October, Ben was eight months old and she was fed up of living in Tel Aviv. She had already had a hectic few months, she had met a person she had believed was long dead and had almost become long dead herself. She didn't want to have to lose her son, or to have her son lose her. So she finally made the decision to go and find her cousin.

Ziva's father was not happy with her decision to leave but he reluctantly accepted she would be doing this with or without his permission. To make amends for trying to refuse her to leave her father found the address of Darren and organised to have somebody from the Israeli embassy in London to pick her up. She accepted his help gratefully and before she had even thought about it much more, she was sat on a plane with her eight month old son sat on her knee.

Within a few hours she was riding next to a tall balding Israeli man obviously not happy about having to chauffeur a woman and her child around the country. Within a few hours however, Ziva and Ben were dropped off outside a detached house, a man was waiting outside and as soon as he saw Ziva get out of the car he ran towards her and embraced her in a hug.

"It has been too long Ziva, I'm so sorry I haven't been in touch." Ziva merely returned the hug before leaning over to unfasten Benjamin from his car seat. Darren seemed surprised she had a child but before he had time to process this Ziva handed Ben to Darren while she herself pulled several bags out from the back seat along with Ben's car seat. She followed Darren inside his house and dumped the bags in the hallway before returning to collect what was left of them, the Israeli man having brought several of Ziva's bags in himself.

Darren helped Ziva to erect a cot in the guest bedroom in his house so that Ben could at least get some sleep. Lissy, Darren's daughter was currently playing with Ben in the lounge room downstairs whilst Darren helped Ziva to move in. That evening Lissy, Ziva and Darren ate together in their cosy dinning room while Ziva rattled off an incredibly shortened version of the last four years of her life. She told Darren everything, and in return he told her everything that had happened to him and why he had left. When Lissy was sent to bed Darren and Ziva stayed up late discussing their future.

The next three months passed by quickly for Ziva, she loved being able to take Ben out without fearing he would get blown up whenever she left the safety of indoors. Ben had stood up shortly after arriving in England, and had taken his first few tentative steps a few weeks ago, Ziva had been thrilled at this. The weather was getting colder and colder as it turned into December and Ziva had restricted Ben's access to the outdoors. She constantly kept him wrapped up and spent most of her time playing games with him in either the lounge or her bedroom.

Lissy had eventually been let off school for the Christmas holidays and her, Ziva and Ben had taken to spending hours at a time watching DVDs and playing games. Darren had work to be doing and although Ziva had suggested she got a job Darren said he would prefer that she would stay at their home and watch over her son and his daughter. "Cheaper than a babysitter right?" He had said and so it had been decided that while Darren worked Ziva would spend her time with the children. After a while though, the weather and the lack of danger was starting to get to her, and so she started a conversation with Darren he had long foreseen.

"I think I might move to America. Its way too cold here and I think I could get a job at the Embassy at Washington D.C."

"You thought much about this?"

"I guess so, I'm not sure, I loved it in America. I was there for four years and it really felt like home, I'd love to have that again, Tel Aviv is no longer a home to me." Darren nodded.

"We'll come with you. I'm not losing contact again Zee. You're the little sister I never wanted, I won't have you and my only nephew disappearing off to America without me!"

This shocked Ziva as she had not been expecting Darren to go with her or even suggest the idea to her. She looked him straight in the eye and all she saw was honesty and dedication. She smiled at him.

"Does Alyssa want to go back to America? I assume she remembers it. It was six years since she was there."

Darren nodded, "She is always saying how she wants to go back to America, says its too cold here. So yes, she would jump at the chance." He smiled as did Ziva, and so the planning began. They told Lissy later on that night and she leapt for joy, hugging and kissing both Ziva and Darren.

"How did you raise such a … emotional child?" Ziva asked as the two walked up the stairs to bed after setting out to plan their move. Darren just laughed and shrugged.

Less than a month later Ziva and Darren were carrying numerous bags and boxes into a new much larger house in Washington D.C. compared to Darren's house in England. Lissy was sat on the grass outside playing with Ben who had mastered the ability to toddle around for at least five or six steps at a time. Lissy had taken it upon herself to teach him how to run. The fifteen year old and eleven month old spent nearly three hours wandering around their new garden before Ziva called them both inside the house when they had finished transferring all of the boxes between the van and the house.

Lissy picked Ben up and ran inside; when Ben saw Ziva he stuck his arms out and yelled, "Mama!" Lissy had been also attempting at getting him to say Alyssa or Lissy but the most she had gotten was 'Is-is' much to her disappointment. Ziva took Ben off of Alyssa and smiled at her. Ben yelled, "Issa!" and Lissy yelled in joy.

"He said my name, say it again Ben, Al-is-sa." She spelt out for him and Ben replied with a quick

"A–Issa!" Alyssa beamed glad he had almost mastered her name. The three of them walked through into the lounge room. Boxes littered most rooms and as they walked in Darren pulled a plastic sheet off his sofa with a flourish.

"Aah, my lovely ladies, and Ben of course. Take a seat!" He pointed to the sofa and Lissy immediately collapsed on to it.

"Long haul flight and then we had to move into a new house. Couldn't we have just stayed at the Embassy or something? This could have been done tomorrow." She yawned and shuffled up on the sofa allowing Ziva and Darren to sit on either side of her.

"All you did is run around the garden, it is your own fault if you are tired." Ziva said, as she stifled a yawn herself, as Ben tugged on a lock of her hair. He rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "I am going to go and set Ben's cot up so he may go to sleep." Ziva said before wandering into the hall and up the stairs into the room designated as hers. She laid Ben on her bed while she rummaged in the largest box and began to assemble his cot.

An hour later she had successfully pieced together the bed and placed Ben inside it allowing him to go to sleep in peace. It was only seven o clock but all of the occupants of the house were incredibly tired. When she got back downstairs she smelt the sounds of Chinese wafting through from the kitchen. When she entered she saw Darren emptying containers of rice and chow Mein onto plates. Lissy was sat at the breakfast table eating straight out of a carton.

"In England most of the Chinese places serve you in these rubbish plastic pots. These are far cooler. I mean I can eat out of these, you can't eat out of the English variant. Awesome!" Lissy mumbled her mouth full of sweet and sour chicken. The three ate in relative silence. Before heading up to their rooms to fall asleep.

The following day Lissy was once more recruit to babysit Ben as Darren and Ziva unpacked most of the things, they carried the suitcases full of clothes into each of the bedrooms, the furniture had already been placed in the correct rooms and the only things left to unpack where the small items. Lissy and Ben were given the task of putting cushions, pillows and duvets on all the chairs, sofas and beds. They did this with gusto as Ben enjoyed being able to throw cushions around while Lissy constantly kept jumping on him and wrestling with him on the beds and duvets.

Ziva and Darren slowly made their way through each room unpacking the boxes stacked up in the corners and cleaning, tidying and organising. By lunch time most of the downstairs had been unpacked and sorted out. The afternoon was spent sorting out the bathrooms and bedrooms. The evening Ziva left to go and buy supplies to fill the kitchen cupboards and the bathrooms. Finally after two incredibly hectic days the house was perfectly organised and the three oldest occupants collapsed onto the sofa, Ben playing on the floor.

"I think that was the fastest move in ever." Lissy joked. The three laughed together happy to be settled back in America.

Over the next few months the three of them grew even more settled into their new home. Alyssa was signed up to the local high school and Darren got a job at a marketing company, similar to what he had previously done in England. While Ziva had managed to get herself a job working at the Embassy, she was now in constant contact with Mossad and the Israeli government allowing her to keep up to date with the news and the terrorist attacks. Except now she was far enough away to be safe from it.

The months passed and soon the three of them had celebrated Ben's first birthday and the months were warming up considerably. As it got into April Ziva had started taking her seventeen month old to the park on most weekends, Lissy and her new best friend often tagging along. It was on one of these weekends when Ziva and Ben had been walking home from the park in the late afternoon; Darren had come with them and had Ben on his shoulders much to the little boy's amusement. Ziva laughed as he clapped his hands happily. Lissy and her friend, Daniella or Ella, trailed behind talking and giggling.

Across the road a man was watching Ziva, with shock written on his face. He had originally heard her laughter and thought he recognised it and when he looked around for it and saw her with a man and a young child he stared stunned. He watched as she leaned over her shoulder and called over her shoulder to two young girls. He watched as they ran up to Ziva and the unknown man and he watched as Ziva turned back to look at the little boy on the man's shoulder. The man flipped his phone open and dialled a familiar number, waiting for his fiancée to answer the phone.

"Abby, I think I just saw Ziva."

DunDunDun...

What will happen next on the Eighth installment (Seventh Chapter) or Cos If you go I go.

Whenever I say that title in my head It reminds me of T4 (If your from UK) and "Aygo by Toyoto sponsors T4."

So its like, 'cos if you go Aygo by toyoto spon...' Drives me nutty.