AN: OK I AM SO SORRY!! i forgot to put a SPOILER ALERT on!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES FROM SEASON SIX!!
Chapter 6 – The Grass is Always Cleaner
Ziva lay on a stretcher, her head was throbbing, blood tricking down her face. Her hand burned, probably from holding the microphone in the blast. She tried to cradle her stomach but couldn't it was too painful to move.
'My baby, please be alright, be safe, oh God, my ba—wait.' As Ziva lay there, barely conscious but completely logical.
She couldn't be pregnant.
It'd been months since the last time she slept with anyone, and she hasn't been late since.
She sighed in relief.
Jenny sat in bed reading a book. It was a peaceful night, but the silence was interrupted by the doorbell.
Jenny took of her glasses and put them, and the book on her beside tabled, then grabbed a kimono to cover her small satin nightie. She walked down stairs and opened the front door, the chain in place. She quickly closed it, removed the chain, then opened it once more.
"Jethro." She whispered, "Is there a reason for this visit?"
"I think I'm going mad." He chuckled, walking past Jenny and into the house.
"Why?" Asked Jenny as she shut the door and replaced the chain.
"I can't stop… remembering, thinking, about… about you Jen, about Paris."
Jenny swallowed. "Jethro." She meant it to come out as a warning, as an order, not as whimper, not something that'd make him turn around and take her waist in one hand her cheek in the other.
She tried to tell her arms to stop, but they wrapped around his neck like snakes, her eyes searching his face.
His eyes looked into his. Jenny shivered. The cold blue was so deep, so piercing, so full of passion.
She didn't know who started it.
All she knew was they were kissing. His hand wondered from her face, down her neck, over the thin satin to come to a rest on the small of her back.
The next morning Jenny woke laying on the couch her kimono acting as a blanket to cover her naked body. She propped her self on to her elbows and looked around.
"Jethro?" She called,
"In here, Jen."
Jenny stood and put on her kimono, tying it loosely. She walked into the kitchen to find Gibbs frying bacon and eggs and mushroom.
She wrapped her arms around his waist. "You stayed."
"Of corse I did."
"I half expected you to leave and pretend this never happened." He turned and put on hand on her cheek.
"I could never do that Jen." He bent down and kissed her, "Iloveyoujen." He murmured against her lips.
Jenny pulled away, "What?" She asked so quietly she had to repeat herself, "What did you say?"
"I love you."
"Oh Jethro." Tears fell down her face but she didn't care. She pulled his lips to hers and couldn't help but smile. "I love you too."
That day at work Gibbs saw something that made his heart stop. He rushed to the elevator, keeping a straight face. Keating, Langer, and Lee better do their jobs properly.
"Agent Gibbs!" Called Keating, "I think I have something. I got a connection between our murder victim, Petty Officer Vargo, and a former Navy Petty Officer, Brian Roberts. He and the victim served together."
"Put it up." Said Gibbs walking to the plasma. Nothing happened. "On the plasma, Keating."
Keating typed then a picture came up. "That's Roberts on the left, and out murder victim Vargo is on the right. Roberts got out six months ago, but here's the kicker, Roberts was killed by a bomb blast in a bar in Morocco overnight."
"Terrorist attack?" Suggested Agent Lee,
"Trying to get more now. Got a link to the raw feed straight from ZNN."
"Unlucky coincidence." Said Langer,
"Must be…" Said Lee as a video of wreckage and police.
"That's one hell of a bomb blast."
"Casualties."
"Four killed including Roberts, thirteen injured." The video changed to show a woman on a gurney.
"Oh my God." Murmured Langer "Isn't that…" Gibbs paused the video.
"Ziva."
Gibbs walked out of the elevator behind McGee. He had people talking to him. Gibbs smirked. "Boss?" McGee froze then stood to face him.
"Boss." He whispered. He looked over at his co-workers then cleared his throat. "Uhh, I'm not really their boss; they just call me that because I'm a field agent. You know, I carry the hand gun. Good to see ya boss."
"You heard from Ziva?" Asked Gibbs,
"Uh, yea. Email every week until, about three weeks ago, I thought maybe she went on vacation."
"No. Try undercover, McGee."
"Undercover would make sense, her being Mossad and all."
"Know how to contact her?"
"Cell phone?"
"No longer connected." Gibbs' cell started to ring, he answered. "Yea? Gibbs."
"I found her," Came Keating's voice, "Had to, uh, call in a favour from a friend at Pine Gap, you know the big communications base, we've got down at-"
"Put her on." Interrupted Gibbs.
"Done," Said Keating, pressing buttons on the phone, "You're connected."
"Ziva?" Asked Gibbs
"Gibbs." Ziva lent against a chest of drawers in her fathers office. The phone on loud speaker.
"You ok?" It was good to hear his voice again.
"You heard."
"Yea, raw feed outta ZNN, you might wanna call him."
Ziva chuckled, "Thanks for the tip."
"What can you tell me?"
"Not much. I was undercover, trying to gain the trust of a man showing an unhealthy interest in a Chechen terrorist group."
"Brian Roberts?" Asked Gibbs,
"Perhaps you should tell me what you know."
"Old Navy friend of Roberts was found murdered this morning; Steve Vargo. Works strategic planning, top secret clearance."
There was silence.
"Who was the target?"
"Roberts was meeting a Chechen terrorist by the name of Mila Chishani." Said Ziva ignoring her father's look. "By sheer luck she escaped the blast, but Mossad does not think she was the target; Roberts was."
"Why?"
"We can only speculate. But from what you've told me, it appears someone wanted them both dead."
"Cleaning house?"
"Possibly."
"Who tipped you off about Roberts?"
There was another silence and Eli took off his glasses to look at the phone.
"Director Shepard." It was time for Gibbs to be silent. "Gibbs?"
"We miss you Ziva." Ziva stepped forwards and picked up the receiver.
"I miss you too, all of you. Even, uhh, Tony." It hurt to add his name as an after thought.
"Gotta go." Said Gibbs.
"Um, take care, Gibbs."
"Yea, you take care too." And he hung up. Ziva put the phone done, and was about to walk to her office when her father spoke.
"Ziva." She turned. "Go home, rest." She walked to the door.
"A kiss for your father?" Added Eli, rubbing his eye.
Ziva turned and walked to him, bent down and kissed his cheek. He held her neck and kissed her forehead. He looked into her eyes, trying to read her emotion.
"Goodnight Papa." She murmured. She went to pull away but his grip tightened. He looked at her face once more before letting her go.
That night Ziva cried herself to sleep.