ok so i got 8 reviews in the two hours but your all lucky i was extremely bored (and have no life) cos i finished chap 15 today, hence me posting this, lol
Chapter 14 – When Hell Glaciates
Kate and Ziva drove silently back to Ziva's apartment where Kate looked around before slipping into the bathroom.
Kate walked out of the bathroom (having made a small attempt at smelling better by wiping water on her under-arms with her hands, then using Ziva's deodorant.) and noticed there were some more photos up on the mantle of the fake fireplace.
Tony and Abby hugging,
McGee, Abby, Tony, and Ducky sitting in Abby's lab,
Everyone sitting at what looked liked Gibbs' dinning room table,
A tired woman holding a sleeping baby as she stood behind a chair in which a teenaged boy sat, with 16 year old Ziva on his lap.
Ziva and Director Shepard
Ziva and Gibbs
Then a slightly familiar looking boy (who Kate guessed to be about twelve) with his arms wrapped around two girls; one was about ten and was obviously Ziva, the other was about eight and had to be Ziva's sister.
"Me, my half brother, and my sister, Tali." Said Ziva as she came through the kitchen door.
"How old are you in this?"
"Twelve, ten, and eight." Said Ziva, proving Kate correct.
"Do you see them much?"
"They are dead." Ziva stated simply.
"Oh. I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"It is alright. You did not know." Ziva looked reminiscently at the photo then sighed. "Tali was only sixteen; she was caught in a suicide bomb blast. And I do not talk of his death."
Kate put her hand on Ziva's shoulder and patted her awkwardly.
"Are you scared?" Ziva asked suddenly.
Kate sighed. "Very."
"You shouldn't be."
"But…" Kate looked up feeling vulnerable, "What if they don't forgive me?"
"They will. They love you too much to not forgive you." Kate didn't look convinced so Ziva continued, "I am not saying they won't be angry; they will. McGee will forgive you quickly, Tony will probably be hurt and quiet, Ducky will completely understand, Abby, well Abby will smother you for hours then realise that you pretended to be dead for four years and not speak to you for a total of twenty-seven minutes before forgiving you in the emotional, teary way she does."
"And Gibbs?"
"Gibbs? I would not be surprised if he cries."
Kate stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "We are talking about the same Gibbs, aren't we? Coffee addict, ex Marine, grouchy, three ex-wives, has a habit of hitting Tony on the back of the head."
"That is the only Gibbs I have met."
"And you think he'll cry?"
"I have seen him cry before." Stated Ziva simply.
"You have?"
"Three years ago, a year after your death… I had noticed his mood change steadily as the day drew closer; he seemed more agitated... His accident was terribly timed; the last thing anyone needed was to lose another team member. He was in a coma for a while but when he woke he remembered no one. He lost fifteen years. I became emotionally involved, and dealt with it by avoiding any trauma or connection. I blocked myself off, pretended it meant nothing; that I was in acceptance rather then denial, like everyone else. I was the one that got everything to click. Jenny and Ducky had helped. I went to the hospital. I was a mess. I told him about the Gibbs Stare, and grabbed his hand and hit myself in the back of the head, I cried. I told him of you… of Ari… I told him Ari killed you, and I- I killed Ari… I sobbed, and he remembered. He held me. So after he quit…"
"He quit?!" Interrupted Kate,
"Yes… It was the first anniversary when he quit. I knew he was hurting; remembering. I went to his house after work. He sat on his couch, dressed only in boxers, drinking. I walked in and sat next to him. He was already drunk.
'May I join you?'
'Sure.' He poured me a drink and I sipped it in silence. It was strong, and it helped. I had another.
'It is not your fault. She knew what she was getting into.'
'I should've… I should've…'
'You could not have known. There was no way you could have known Ari would kill her. I was his control officer, I did not know. He was a rouge agent. A Mossad. He was trained to spy; a mole.' I noticed a picture of Ari standing in an oddly lit room, sneering at the camera. Bullet holes went through his face.
Gibbs poured another large drink for each of us; I drank it quickly.
That's when he started to cry. He cried for Shannon and Kelly, for you, for Abby, for all he had bottled up inside. I held him, letting him cry. When he stopped it was late. I told him to sleep... We never spoke of it again."
Kate stared at Ziva. She was looking at the photo of her and Gibbs, clearly deep in thought.
Ziva thought of that night. Of what happened after.
She had spoken. He watched her lips.
She felt her heart beat. He lent forward.
She swallowed. He pressed his lips to hers.
They were hesitant and gentle. The pain turned to lust.
She stood. He watched.
She held out her hand. He took it.
She walked through the house. He followed.
She sat on his bed. He felt his breath hitch.
She persuaded him forward. He obeyed.
She kissed him. He kissed back.
She lay underneath him. He let a hand wander to her side.
She stopped. He understood.
She lay next to him. He listened to the night.
They took in the silence.
He let his wall break. She let him cry.
They were each others support.
She turned her head. He licked his lips.
She lent upwards. He kissed her softly.
She let him cling. He took control.
She didn't stop him. He removed her shirt.
She felt his smooth chest. He felt himself get stronger.
She breathed hard. He slowly removed her pants.
She sat on his chest. He pulled his boxers down.
She knew it was wrong. He agreed.
She threw off her bra. He knew she was ready.
She gave him permission. He held her to him.
They moved together. The silence was cut by moans.
She felt his hands on her. He touched her all over.
She came with a noiseless scream. He throbbed with her.
They snuggled and kissed.
They marvelled in the love they made. The sheets lay unwanted.
He fell asleep. She lay awake.
He dreamt of her. She wiped her eyes.
She stepped out of his arms and rose from the bed. She placed a pillow in his arms, and dressed slowly. She wiped away a tear and kissed her lover goodbye.
He woke alone and thought of his dream.
She woke alone and thought of her mistake.
They agreed to an unspoken rule; it never happened.
So what do you think? i have a few notes...
1. im not a Zibbs supporter...
2. the zibbs was deffinitly before they had a father/daughter relationship