I would like to point out that I AM NOT A GIBBS/ZIVA FAN!!!!
obviously some ppl didn't get that. I find it disgusting and i would like to ask if you plan to review PLEASE DON'T FLAME
here you go, chapter 15....
Chapter 15 – Doors to the Soul
Ziva sat in her car. It was late but she needed to drive. She needed to get her mind of Gibbs, Kate and Tony. Off Ari… It was four years today since she pulled the trigger and took his life. She hated herself for it. He was rouge and a terrorist. He was planning on killing Gibbs. But he hadn't killed Caitlin. That was the one she hated.
He was a disgrace to her country, and father. To all she stood for. He died a traitor but he was still her brother. She still loved him, the bastard.
Ziva was glad no one but Gibbs knew he was her half-brother. That no one but Tony and Gibbs knew she killed him.
What would the others do, in a time like this?
Ziva thought back to what she was trying to forget; how they reacted to Kate's death.
Gibbs would sit still, passively seek comfort, and perhaps build his boat. McGee would be quiet, probably write a chapter of his book. Tony would drink himself into a slumber. And Abby… Abby would cry, go to Gibbs or McGee then… Yes, it was perfect!
Ziva drove quickly to her destination and smiled; it was still open.
She walked into the small building.
"Hi there!" Said a bubbly looking woman, "Know what you want or just looking?" She indicated the designs on the wall.
Ziva thought, "Can you copy something if I draw it?"
"Should be able to." Said the woman, "I'm Natalie."
"Ziva."
"Nice to meet you Ziva."
"Do you have some paper and a pen?"
Natalie nodded and gave her a pen and pad, Ziva thanked her then drew in bold type 'نجا من' she passed it to Natalie.
"Yep, I can do that. Is this your first tattoo?"
"Yes."
"Excellent! Where were you thinking?"
"My thigh."
"Okie-dokie, you wanna get it now?"
"Yes, okay."
Ten minutes later Ziva was bent over a chair with her jeans around her ankles (a curtain hiding her and Natalie from prying eyes), her legs spread and Natalie squatting down to give the tattoo needle enough access to draw the design on the inside of Ziva's thigh.
When Natalie was done she explained what to expect and how to look after the now raw and painful patch of skin.
"Thank you Natalie."
"No problem! Can I just ask, what does that mean?"
Ziva paused before answering. "It's Arabic… It means 'survive'."
It actually translates to 'survived' but i think survive is better,
There might be a wait until next chapter, after some of the flames i got im not in the writting mood...
A HUGE HUGE HUGE thankyou to thoses who have read this from the start and will continue to read this (DramaQueen90, that belle, ZeevahDiNozzo, LynTheMe, and A Fanfiction Angel)