A Father's Hate Chapter 9, a ncis fanfic

Tony had no words to explain just how upset he was. He wasn't mad at her, not Ziva, not about this. He was angry she might not of told him before she lost her life, before she joined Kate and Jenny and Paula on his dresser. He couldn't lose her too. He had lost more than his fair share of people. He had lost all contact with his family, he had lost a best friend, he had lost the first woman he had ever loved, he couldn't lose her too. Tony had yelled at her because he was scared and Tony doesn't do well with being scared, or sad. He didn't even know why he would say those things to her, hurt her the way he had. He saw the look on her face when he said he suspected she was purposely not telling anyone. Tony knew that that wasn't what she was doing but for some stupid reason he said it. He caused that look in her eyes. He was the one who hurt her.

Tony sighed and sat down on the couch leaning his head back. He was tired from the lack of sleep he got last night because he was up late worrying about her. Her father couldn't actually kill her could he? They would be able to stop him wouldn't they? Gibbs could keep him from hurting her, Gibbs was always able to stop the inevitable. Ziva said nothing was inevitable. Tony wondered if she still believed that. Still believed that certain things could be evaded, avoided, escaped. What was her escape for this? Was there a solution? Was the solution death? She wouldn't just give up and let him kill her would she? Ziva was a fighter, she was strong and she was stubborn. So much so that she wouldn't go back to Mossad and so much so she would do everything in order to prevent what seemed unpreventable. So why wasn't she doing anything? Why wasn't she out there kicking someone's ass until they did what needed to be done to end this? Why hadn't she told someone? Why did there seem to be so many questions and so few answers?

Tony was tempted to also call in sick to work but decided against it since it would seem a little strange if they both just happened to be sick on the same day. Unwillingly he got off of the couch and went into the bedroom to get his stuff. Tony gently knocked on the door but when he got no response opened it slightly and found Ziva passed out on the bed. He was surprised that he had not heard her snoring when he was in the other room. Tony went and got a few more aspirin along with a glass of water and set them on the table next to her. He scribbled a note instructing her when to take the pills and where all the take-out menus were located in case she got hungry. He wanted to write that he was sorry, that he didn't mean what he said, but instead he just set the folded up piece of paper on the table.

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"Wow, three days in one week," McGee comments as Tony walks in and sits in his chair. Tony had showered, eaten, and dressed and was on time, well on time to him five minutes late to Gibbs.

"Three days in one week what, Probie?" Tony asked and McGee looked hesitant but when Tony continued to stare at him answered.

"Uh, it's just that for the third time this week...You've uh."

"Out with it, Probie," Tony says impatiently, being in no mood to listen to McGee Ah and Um.

"Well, Tony it's the third time this week you've come in looking like crap," McGee tells him bluntly.

Tony tries to think of comeback or at least a decent excuse but can think of nothing. Instead he just snarls at McGee and plops himself down at his desk putting his feet up and leaning back. He made a mental note to bug McGee extra next week when he had more energy but right now all Tony wanted to do was take a nap. "Did you finish the case file report?" Tony asks not even bothering to open his eyes and look at McGee.

"That's for you to do," Gibbs says and Tony sits up quickly and switches his computer on.

"On it, boss," Tony tells him and Gibbs walks over to his desk and begins doing something or other. "Shut it, Probie," Tony says to a laughing McGee on the other side of the bull pen.

Ziva sits up and glances at the clock she's surprised when she sees that it is already nearly eight at night. Her headache has seemed to of gone away for the most part and she is actually hungry. She shivers as she removes the blankets from her body and slowly begins walking to the kitchen. Ziva's eyes dart around the room searching for Tony. He should be home by now Ziva thinks when she sees that she is still alone in the apartment. He was, most likely, still angry with her. Their argument seemed unnecessary, pointless. It had more meaning than say an argument about toast, but she didn't want to be angry with him and more so she did not want him angry with her. Therefore it was stupid. Was he going to tell Gibbs? Did he even care what happened to her? Did he love her like she loved him? Did she love him? She shouldn't love him, she knew that much.

Opening the fridge Ziva quickly discovers that if she wants anything to eat besides bacon, non-kosher, or beer, still recovering from current hang-over, she should most likely order something. As she picks Tony's home phone up her own cell phone begins to vibrate. "Shalom," she says and isn't to surprised when she hears her father's voice.

"Ah, Ziva nice to know that you are finally answering my phone calls again," he tells her and she curses herself for not checking the caller ID. "Perhaps if you had answered sooner I would not of had to take such drastic measures."

"What drastic measures?" she asks fearfully. Only one person can put so much fear in her and that one person took so much pleasure out of doing it.

"Well why don't you open the door and find out for yourself, bat" he says using the Hebrew word for daughter. She despised his usage of that word, felt as though he had no right to use it, but her angry was forgotten as she walked to the door. When she opens it she sees a bloody and lifeless Tony. Ziva stares at him and knows that there is no doubt he is dead. Her entire body just seems to go numb when the realization hits her. The only one she was trying to protect ended up being the first that died. If she had had anything in her stomach she surely would have vomitted it, but instead was just left standing there wanting to cry, scream, kill. Kill the one who had done this to him, the one that had taken her one source of comfort from her. Ziva hears the phone fall to the floor as it dropped from her limp hand. She makes no move to pick it up, she just stares.

"I almost wish I didn't have to do this," her father says when he comes around the corner so he is standing right in front of her, a gun pointed right at her head, execution style.

"Almost?"

"Yes, because if I really did not want to I would not. So, almost." He says and then a gun shot is heard.

Ziva opens her eyes and tries to calm her quick, uneven breathing. It takes a minute for her to figure things out and she relaxes when she realizes it was all just a dream. Immediately she tenses up again when she thinks how easily it could not have been. She looks over at the red numbers on the clock and sees that it is six, late enough that it is dark but not late enough so Tony is home. She sees aspirin and a note. She ignores the pills and picks up the note her eyes quickly scanning over the words. It says nothing more besides when she can take the pills and where she can go to find the menus for food. She was not hungry and her headache was mostly gone. She debates reading her book but decides against it and instead just lays down hoping she could get some more much needed sleep.

I know it's really short and I know that it really isn't very good, but I really wanted to post tonight. I hope that it was at least okay and I promise all of you that the next one will be longer and better written. I have a long weekend so I will have plenty of time to write. Thank you for all for the reviews, seriously you guys rock. Please review for this chapter because they always get me really excited to write :)