Chapter 5 – Cake in the Oven?
Ziva lay in bed. It was nice to get out of the house, away from her father.
About two months had passed since Eli shoved Tony's letter in her face. She rolled over and looked at the clock. 0500. Sighing, Ziva lay in the pillows. Singers at bars didn't wake at five in the morning (especially if they didn't get back to their hotel room until 0100 like she had). This was why Ziva hated going undercover.
But it got her away from her father, and he hadn't so much as spoken to her since their argument seven weeks ago.
"Ziva."
"Yes?"
"This, DiNozzo, who is he." Pushed Eli for the eighth time that week.
"My lover, I told you."
"No. He's more."
"Papa, I was sleeping with him before being sent here, nothing more."
"You think I can not read my own daughter's emotions! I am the Director of Mossad! If I saw there's more, there's more! Who is he?" He yelled
"It is my life; you do not have to know everything."
"I am your father!" Eli took a breath then said in a calm voice, "Ziva I am worried. You have not been sleeping, you have not been yourself and I can see it's because of this, DiNoz-"
"Don't blame him." Interrupted Ziva,
"Is he Jewish?"
"What?"
"Is he Jewish?"
"Papa, why does it ma-"
"It matters because you intend to marry him!"
"Papa! It has only been a few months!"
"You are in love with him Ziva, and if he is not Jewish then I don't give you my blessing."
"We don't need your blessing!"
"I refuse to let you see him!"
"You can't choose who I love, Papa! The heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants him!"
Ziva sighed again and rubbed her eyes. She rolled onto her stomach and for the first time since arriving in Morocco, fell asleep after being woken up in the middle of the night.
She dreamt of Tony.
She dreamt she was in his arms again.
She dreamt they were at his house, in his room, on his bed.
She dreamt they were kissing.
She dreamt she pulled away.
She dreamt he was confused.
She dreamt she held her stomach and he smiled.
She dreamt they were going to start a family.
She dreamt they were together for good.
She dreamt she was happy.
Ziva woke once again at 0630. One and a half hours of night-mareless sleep, she smiled to herself as she went to make strong coffee. She carried it back to the bed then settled down with 'Deep Six' reading steadily, occasionally sipping her coffee.
Eleven and a half hours later she'd barely moved and there was a small pile of dishes was stacked on the bedside table. Ziva stood and walked to the bathroom.
She let the warm steady water of the shower beat down and massage her skin before washing her hair and body.
She slowly got ready for tonight.
Some underwear, no bra, a long backless purple dress, silver strapy sandals, dangly diamond earrings, a touch of lipstick, a bit of mascara and Voila!
Ziva checked the time and left.
She waited backstage until she was told to walk on. She stood by the microphone and music started to play.
She tapped her foot to the music and dropped the sides on her dress. Then let her back face the audience, her head turning to the side. "Rusted brandy in a diamond glass," She turned to face the audience,
"Everything is made from dreams," She walked down the steps into the small crowd,
"Time is made from honey slow and sweet, only the fools know what it means," She was at the bar, a man watched her, and she decided to flirt. "Temptation."
"Temptation," She caressed his face, "Temptation, I can't resist," She stood between his legs and held his thigh as she bent down.
Ziva walked to the other side of the crowd and continued. She pointed to another man as she sung, "Oui, je sais quil est fait de fumée, oui, je msuis paumée," She walked towards him.
"Il sait que jsuis fauchée, mais à moi djouer, oui," She flirted with him too, "Tentation," She walked back onto the stage.
"Mmm, tentation," She watched as every one left, confusion showed on her face but she continued to sing, "Tentation, jpeux pas résister." She saw a silver suitcase.
An unattended silver suitcase.
Cra- but her thought was cut off by an explosion.
Her hand flew to protect her head, but her only thought was, 'My baby!!'