A/N: Sorry for updating so late! I got back late as I had my Grade 4 piano theory exam… Today I also had my French FCSE Speaking exam! And Physics and music! I hate Thursdays!
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Ziva walked around the store with Jenny. She needed some new clothes as one of her suitcases had been on top of the wardrobe and just about half of her clothes had been burnt and ruined. Jenny had claimed back all the insurance, and was using some of it to buy Ziva new clothes.
They were currently in a large clothing store, and in the 'foreign countries' section.
"Something like this?" Jenny asked, holding up an 'I Make Boys Cry' tee shirt. Ziva laughed.
"I think that is appropriate!" She grinned, and Jenny looked through the hangers for a size 6.
"Here we are. If only I was at slim as you!" Jenny smiled, and Ziva chuckled.
"I am a bit shorter than you, Jenny." She replied sincerely and held up another tee shirt. "What about this?"
Jenny stared at the tee shirt.
"Uhhh… What does it say?" Ziva glanced at the tee shirt, realizing it was in Hebrew.
"It means God Bless America." She replied. Jenny laughed.
"Nice touch. If you want it, you get it." Jenny smiled affectionately. "How about this?"
Ziva looked at the top which Jenny was holding. It said "Mossad" on it, with a red target instead of an 'O.'
"I like it. And that one!" Ziva picked up a blue tee shirt with a white Magen David on it. Jenny laughed, Ziva's expression was happy and she had seemed a bit lifeless before, while she had been in hospital and just after she had left for camp again.
They moved around, into the next sections.
In the end, Ziva bought a lot of blur, white and black tank tops, some more feminine shirts, four new sweaters, one light blue, a black and white striped sweater with a skull and cross-bones (picked by Abby), a V-neck double layer grey and pale yellow sweater, and a Love Label gray roll neck. She also bought five more pairs of cargo pants: camouflage, khaki, black, gray and brown, two pairs of cut offs and two pairs of jeans, one black and the other dark blue.
Much to Jenny's surprise, Ziva didn't get at all embarrassed when she had to buy underwear, but just got on with the task and picked out what she needed.
They returned back to Camp Cameron by lunchtime.
Ziva and Jenny were carrying all of Ziva's shopping to the new cabin everyone was sharing, when Gibbs walked over to them.
"Hi Gibbs!" Ziva said cheerfully, and then noticed his grave expression. "What is wrong?"
"Ziva. I need to talk to you about something. Jenny, can you manage?" Jenny and Ziva looked at Gibbs quizzically, but Jenny nodded, and took the bags off of Ziva. Gibbs led her away.
He didn't speak until they were well out of earshot of anyone else.
"I have some bad news." He informed Ziva sadly. Ziva looked at him questioningly.
"I have to go home?" She asked, but Gibbs shook his head.
"Worse." He sighed. "Your mother and your sister…"
"Talia? Ima?" Ziva exclaimed, shocked. "What has happened?"
"They were… unfortunately… killed in a suicide bombing." Gibbs told her, and Ziva froze in shock. She didn't move; her body was rigid. Gibbs shook her by her shoulder. "Ziva!"
"No! NO!" Ziva yelled, jumping back at his touch. "This can't be happening! It must be a mistake! A lie! No! Talia! Ima!"
Tears ran down her face, and she rubbed them away angrily.
"There must be some mistake!" She shouted. Gibbs stared at the girl. He felt so sorry for her. He remembered losing Shannon and Kelly… He could imagine what she was going through. Now it was denial, later it would be guilt, soon depression. Eventually life would begin to return to a relatively normal state, but never for a very long time.
"You're lying!" Ziva cried, and ran away from Gibbs. He jumped up, going to follow, but decided that she needed some time on her own. She probably didn't want, or need, to be crowded right now. He headed off to find Jenny.
Ziva skidded to a halt. Where was she? How had she got here? Then she remembered.
Talia.
Ima.
Gone.
She sank to the ground, and the tears overflowed down her cheeks. She leant against a tree trunk, and cried until her eyes ran dry.
Her mother.
Her sister.
Gone.
Forever.
"Ziva!" Talia shouted up the stairs. Ziva appeared on the landing.
"What?" She asked, irritated. She was busy, couldn't Talia see?
"Can you come and spar with me?" Talia asked.
"I'm busy!" Ziva yelled down.
"Please?" Talia whined. Ziva rolled her eyes, and stomped down the stairs.
"Fine. But now you have made me angry, you stand no chance at all." She informed Talia, before walking down the stairs to the dojo.
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"Ima?" Ziva asked, leaning around the kitchen doorframe.
"Yes, Ziva, honey?" Her mom smiled.
"Will you help me with my homework?" Ziva asked. Her mom smiled.
"Of course. What is it?"
"Physics." Ziva replied. "Why can't I drop physics?"
"It's compulsory, Ziva." Her mom replied, and Ziva rolled her eyes. "Now, what are you stuck on?"
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"Fight, fight, fight!" Talia chanted. Ziva circled Ari.
"Bitch fight!" Abishai, one of Ari's friends shouted.
"Go Ziva!" One of her friends, Arella cheered her on. She fainted in, and then danced backward out of Ari's reach.
"Just hit him Ziva!" Talia yelled.
Memories flashed through Ziva's mind as she sat in the forest, and she closed her eyes.
When she re-opened her eyes it was pitch black. She could hear the sounds of wildlife, owls hooting, animals moving through the undergrowth.
Although she would never admit it, she actually felt quite scared.
She stood up, trying not to create any noise.
She looked around in vain. Everything was black, and she could only just see the dim outlines of trees. She felt disorientated. Where was she? Was she even still on Camp Cameron land?
She walked straight forward for a while, feeling with her hands. It would not help one iota if she became unconscious from walking into a tree.
Finally, the trees began to thin, and she could see the moon. She carried on walking, and then stopped suddenly.
The moon was shining on Lake Cameron, creating strange colors across the water.
She stared at the beautiful picture, and sighed.
At least she knew where she was. Ziva walked over to the boathouse, and entered it. She looked around, and saw an empty bench. It just looked so inviting.
Who knew that a few planks of wood could look so inviting?
She just felt so tired…
She decided that she would only rest for a few minutes, as she sat down on the bench.
Of course, she never did rest for a few minutes.
Gibbs opened the door, smiling as the bright summer sun illuminated his boat. It was almost finished. He walked towards it, hoping to get some work done before anyone else woke up.
As he walked toward the boat, he received the biggest shock he'd ever had at Camp Cameron.
"Ziva!" he gasped, as he saw the figure curled up in a corner on a bench that ran along the side of the boathouse. She was covered in mud and leaves, and there were tear streaks all over her face.
She was twitching every so often, as if in a bad dream. Gibbs walked over to her and shook her gently.
"Ziva?" He whispered. "Ziva?"
Ziva jumped off the bed, and landed in a ready stance, her hands in fists. Then she relaxed. It was only Gibbs.
"I knew we'd find you soon." Gibbs smiled, and was surprised when Ziva ran to him and hugged him tightly.
"I'm really sorry! I just had to get away from everyone; I didn't want to worry anyone! Am I in trouble? Please say I'm not in trouble!" Ziva took a breath, "Gibbs it isn't fair! Why me? First Kate and now Ima and Talia! What have I done? Does Hashem not love me anymore?"
A/N: Poor Ziva… I hope you liked this chapter. I'm trying to follow the NCIS story. I know Ziva never meets Kate, and Jenny and Gibbs don't get married, but they are my contributions…
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Hebrew:
Hashem: God