THIS IS ENTIRELY DEDICATED TO CLAIRE!!! She's epically awesome, always reminding me how great this fic is and she keeps me updating! Thanks!
Chapter 59 - Spelling Spree ok so the chap name is stupid and irrelevent. If any of you can think of a better one tell me! but it has to be an incorrect idiom or colloquial phrase/term, ok?
It was the start of the new term and Trina sat in religion class only half paying attention to her work. Her teacher, Mr Evans, was talking to some of the students in the front row. Tom, Chloe, and Molly seemed to be asking him questions about religion's influence on feuds and wars.
"Like extremists." Said Molly, "Their faith can bring them into terrorism."
"In some cases," pondered Mr Evans, "But you have to remember, just because someone is middle eastern does not make them an extremist. And just because some one may be an extremist, does not make them a terrorist."
"And terrorists aren't all extremists." Grinned Tom,
"That is true," Smiled Mr Evans in a way that Trina always imagined of Harry Potter's Professor Dumbledore.
"But another, and possibly the greatest, example of religious 'power'," continued Mr Evans, "would be the Holocaust."
That gained Trina's attention.
"Adolf Hitler used propaganda to the extreme, he brainwashed Germany into thinking that Jews, and many other communities within society, were wrong, dirty, and deserved to be punished."
As Mr Evans talked, Catryn found herself absorbing his words and becoming completely taken in by it, zoning out everything around her.
Two boys behind her noticed this and grinned to them selves. They waited until they were completely sure Trina was in a trance, before one of them lent slowly forward and hissed in her ear;
"Boo!"
Trina jumped, and turned to the boys, swearing rapidly in Hebrew.
The boys stared at her strangely,
"Whoa…"
"Jeez, Day-vid, you're crazy."
"Dah-veed." Corrected Trina, "David-DiNozzo."
"Yea, whatever."
"Cool it Day-vid."
Trina glared, "Dah-vid." she replied shortly.
"And how's that spelt?"
"D-A-V-I-D."
"Exactly Day-vid, this is America, learn to pronounce things properly."
"Yea, no need to get all Iraqi on us."
"I was raised in England, ok? And I'm not Iraqi, I'm Israeli." Snapped Trina,
"And that makes a difference because…?"
Trina gave them the death glare she had inherited from her mother, then turned back to her work muttering curses under her breath.
"What was that, sorry? Didn't catch it." One of the boys said,
Trina turned and gave them a sickly sweet smile, "Oh, I said, 'Tshiki, mamzer. Tisaref B' Azazel'."
They stared at her again before one raised a finger and pointed at Trina's heart, "Witch! Witch! Burn her at stake she tried to turn me into a frog!"
The whole class focused their attention on the three.
"That's enough!" Called Mr Evens, "Catryn, what is going on?"
"They were insulting me and my culture sir." Trina told him,
"How?"
"They were calling me Iraqi and saying I should learn to pronounce my own name, then they made fun of my native language."
Mr Evens nodded, "Ok, boys, stay after class. And split up, one on this side of the room, one that side."
The boys did as they were told and not five minutes later the bell went, causing Trina to sigh in relief, "Thank God."
* * *
Tony sat at his desk, looking across at Ziva. She had been acting strange ever since that 'reunion' with Sha'ul. Tony was worried about her but he didn't know what to do. He knew Sha'ul had been calling her cell phone, she'd been ignoring them and out of curiosity Tony had checked her call log.
At the moment Ziva was down with Abby and Kate. They were having some sort of girl chat. At that thought Tony burst out laughing just as the ring of a phone started to shrill.
"Agent DiNozzo." he answered picking up his phone. The ringing continued. It was coming from Ziva's desk.
Tony put his receiver down and walked over to Ziva's desk, "Officer DiN- David's desk." He slipped up, Ziva was still David for work, but DiNozzo everywhere else.
"Hello, this is Doctor Sha'ul Aaron, I wish to speak to Officer Ziva David."
"She's not here right now." Said Tony slowly,
"Yes I gathered that when she didn't answer the phone herself." Sha'ul drawled, "Can you please get her to call me back. I work at the Monroe University Hospital."
"Yeah sure I can-"
"Tony!" a sharp called echoed, Ziva had arrived back at the bullpen with Kate, "Why are you on my phone?"
"Excuse me one sec." Tony said into the mouth piece, before covering it with his hand and moving it away from his mouth, "It rang, I answered."
Ziva rolled her eyes, "Give me the phone."
"Oh, you don't want me to give you the phone."
"And why not?"
"Because on the other end is a Doctor Aaron, after the other week I was kinda thinking you didn't really wanna-" He was cut of as Ziva snatched the phone from him and slammed it down.
Tony gave her a look but Ziva just glared, "Never. Happened."
The phone rang.
"Officer David."
"Zi'Nava, my darling."
"I do not want to talk to you Sha'ul."
"Give me a chance darling. You can't blame me for hating Eli. After what he did to Ima."
"Oh yes Sha'ul," Ziva said sarcastically, "Running away after her death was the best way to deal with Papa's affair."
"Oh Ziva, you know I didn't leave because of the affair."
"No you left because you were scared."
"It's not like I left you all alone, you did have Ari."
At that Ziva stiffened. "And a great role model he turned out too be." She hissed through clenched teeth.
Tony had walked up behind Ziva and was massaging her shoulders.
"Can't we talk about this face to face?"
"No. I might just loose control and kill you. I do not want to kill another brother." She slammed the phone down and glared at it with so much anger, Tony thought it might explode from sheer will.
She looked up at Tony, who had started to run his hand in circles over her back, and melted into him in a hug.
"Shhh." he murmured to her,
"I love you Tony." Ziva mumbled into his neck as she took deep breaths, smiling as she breathed in his scent.
Tony nodded and sat Ziva down in her desk chair, bending down to his knees, Tony kneeled in front of her. He took her hands in his and kissed them before resting them on her thighs.
"Close your eyes, Sweet Cheeks. Calm down."
Ziva did as Tony told her and let out a long breath. A smile pulled at her lips.
"She's kicking." Ziva whispered,
Tony grinned and let Ziva guide his hand over her swollen stomach.
"I love you." Tony whispered to his unborn daughter, pulling up Ziva's shirt and kissing the revealed stomach, "And you." he grinned at Ziva, half standing up so he could kiss her softly.
Ziva pulled her top back down before snaking her hands around Tony's neck, moaning quietly into his lips. "Mmm. How did that happen?"
Tony grinned and whispered, "I stood no chance. A beautiful woman manipulating her way into my heart."
Ziva mock glared at him before kissing him again.
On the balcony Jenny watched the two interact. They were so perfect in that moment. Demonstrating everything she wanted with Jethro.
She sensed Jethro walking up behind her, and without acknowledging him she spoke the words that had been bubbling under the surface for months.
"Have you ever thought about us having kids?"
Gibbs wrapped his arms around her and she lent back into his embrace. Jethro looked down at Tony and Ziva who were still in their moment, their whole world focused on the miracle growing inside Ziva.
Gibbs kissed Jenny's temple softly, if he was honest with himself, he would have to say he had always thought about having more kids. But never with any of his ex-wives, the first time he had imagined it, since Kelly's death, was with Jenny, all those years ago in Paris. They were working a dangerous mission, and had only started seeing each other, it was a stupid idea at the time. But after she left it was all he could think about.
It didn't really matter now. With his age he didn't think it wise for them to have kids, and they'd never be able to adopt with their jobs.
He let out a breath, "Only ever in my dreams, Jen." he kissed her temple again, "I'm sorry."
Review guys, seriously!
OMG only ten more chaps (give or take) OMG OMG OMG, what am i going to do when its over?
Oh, right, i remember, i have like seven fics chasing each other in my brain...