Left, right, left ,left, right, left, right, right, left… She changed her rhythm with every set of punches that she struck at the bag. It made her hard to predict.

She didn't train with Ari as much as she used to. Hardly ever anymore. His training sessions becoming less frequent over the years until they just… stopped. He was always with her father, always with him, another person who didn't care about her any more…

She hit the bag with more force than she meant to, smashing it against the wall and surely waking the sleeping people above her.

Ari was the first down the basement stairs.

"Ziva what are you doing? It is 0430."

She didn't answer.

"Ziva!"

She grabbed the swinging bag and glared at him with venomous eyes.

"What?!"

"What are you doing down here this early."

She resumed punching, but answered his question all the same.

"Since you can not find time for me, I found time for my self. Now can you leave me alone so I can finish before I have to get ready for school?"

Eli had joined Ari on the stairs and heard what she had said. He felt Ari push past him as he angrily made his way back upstairs. Ziva didn't notice, she had zoned out again. Eli sat down on the stairs and watched his eldest daughter attack the punching bag hanging from the support beam. She struck, spun and kicked from behind, then struck again. Her brown hair whipping around her face.

She was quick, she was hard, she was completely furious, she was a weapon, she was his new project.

oOo

Ziva made her way to school: middle school wasn't nearly as painful as primary. Nimrod wasn't in her year or even at her school anymore. She didn't have to hide and sneak or wait for hours before she could leave for home. But the problem was Nimrod's younger brother Amir. He was 15, her age, in her year, in her school, in all of her classes. He would make it is personal goal to embarrass her every day, to make her teachers throw her out of classes for things she hadn't even done.

Today she was angry, her brother had ignored her, her father hadn't acknowledged her existence for 3 years and Tali hadn't even been brave enough to hold her stare for more than a few moments. If someone pushed the wrong buttons, this bomb would explode.

oOo

"Hey Ziva! What happened to your face? Oh no wait it is always like that!" Amir jibed. It was a lame joke, it shouldn't bother her. But Amir was just like his brother, and was feared by nearly every one. They all laughed at her, not because it was funny but because they were afraid they would get hurt if they didn't. It shouldn't hurt, not after 7 years of poor jokes at her expense, but it still did. She ignored it and continued writing notes from the board and completing her questions.

She could hear them, they were in a group up the back of the classroom , trying to come up with a joke possibly less witty than the first.

"Hey David!" he whispered from behind.

"What?" she hissed.

"Your Ima is so stupid, she married your Aba." Without fail, his 'gang' laughed too.

Ziva's jaw locked, she didn't like her father, her mother didn't care much for her but she paid attention, showed up to watch her dance, and Ziva respected her. They weren't much of a family, but they were all she had. And sometimes she wished they would all die… but no one insulted her family.

She pushed away from her desk, it crashed to the floor. She grabbed Amir by the nape of his neck and smashed his face into the brick wall, then pushed Chazel's desks into his stomach before punching Elijah in the face. Chazel was on the floor, Amir was semi-concious with blood streaming from various parts of his face and Elijah was coughing, trying to catch his breath. It was over before it started and she wasn't hurt in anyway.

"Miss David!" The teacher screeched, "Outside now!"

"At least I actually did something to get out there this time." She shot back under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing miss." She said in an overly loud voice, she was still fuming and she wanted to hit something else.

"Just because your father is an important figure in authority, does not mean you can abuse your class mates and your teachers."

"And I really don't give and rat's ass what you think about me." She yelled, before storming out and slamming the door behind her.

oOo

The fight was weeks ago and everything was normal again, well… like it used to be. Apart from the fact that the Shelby family had a Vendetta against her and Amir had a broken nose. She couldn't help but smirk every time she saw him.

And now… it was all coming back to bite her.

Just like before they were waiting for her, just like before they were her to beat her, but this time she would fight back.

"Well Nimrod. I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" She asked with a fake smile on her face.

"I was a lot better until I heard about what my favourite punching bag did to my little brother."

"Well next time he should remember who he is insulting."

"You certainly have changed, Ziva David," he said walking forward, Ziva's guard, as if not up high enough already, shot sky high, "You certainly have become very beautiful."

"And you have remained as sniveling as before."

"Why should you talk like that," he was coming closer, "Look at you." He reached out to touch her hair. She flinched back and hit his hand away.

"You don't need to do that." He assured, grabbing her head and pulling her lips to his.

Only her head was trapped, she could get out, but his hands started to travel down her body, trapping her arms.

Nimrod tried to prise open her mouth with his tongue, but she kneed him right where he really didn't want to. He let go of her and dropped to the ground. She punched and kicked and broke bones, five years of abuse and now she could let it all out. Half an hour later Nimrod was no more than a crying, bleeding heap and Ziva felt more satisfied than she had her whole life.

There you go, Ziva got her revenge. I'll try and update soon, I'm on a role now. CNC.