Hey guys! SO here is the latest chapter, hope you like it! set during the finale of season six ep25 Aliyah
Chapter 63 – The Feeble Link
They were in the hospital; Ziva's mind jumping between caring for her lifelong friend and hating the man who had tried to kill her husband.
It did not matter though. Tony knew what she'd done and Michael was dead.
She could hear Tony and Gibbs talking softly. Words like suspicions, question, attack, kill, and justified echoed in her brain.
Gibbs walked through a door to her.
"He is dead." She said hollowly, "Tony… he is right, what he did was justified."
"You saw it?"
"I saw enough; more so."
"Ziva, you have to tell me everything." Gibbs told her softly,
"You'll have my I-A report on your desk before lunch." Ziva said and she started to walk away,
"Hey," Gibbs said after her, she turned to face him, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Do not be. Michael is not- was not half the man Tony is."
"I wasn't talking about Rivkin."
Ziva looked confused and Gibbs spoke gently but bluntly, "Generally when a man finds his wife with another man, she doesn't stay his wife for much longer."
Ziva swallowed down the threat of tears and gave a curt nod to Gibbs before walking away.
* * *
Ziva couldn't believe it. Jenny, Gibbs and Tony were in Israel with her, in Tel Aviv, and she was about to speak with her father.
She walked into his office and when he noticed who it was Eli switched from Hebrew to English.
"Ziva!" He greeted; standing and kissing her cheek, "When did you start wearing so much makeup?"
"Nice to see you, too." Ziva said with no emotion,
With traffic, I wasn't expecting you for another hour." Her father commented,
"I drove."
"Enough said." He smiled, "Sit." He offered, "Sit." but she remained standing,
"Tell me, how are you? I heard about Catryn, such a shame about Samara but my dear, I am glad you have your daughter back."
Ziva said nothing.
"And how is my other grandchild?" He asked, a hand on her stomach,
"Alive." Ziva said curtly, "A girl."
Eli smiled, "But my dear, you have not said, how are you?"
"I have been better."
"Michael was a good man." Eli stated, "Loyal."
"Michael attempted to kill my husband." Ziva snapped,
"You're angry."
"Yes. But I am confused."
"That is why I asked you here." Explained Eli,
"To find answers?"
"No, my dear. To find solace. You leave finding the answers to me."
* * *
Tony sat in a small rectangular room at the head of a long table. The door of the room opened and Eli David walked in.
"Agent DiNozzo. My sincere apologies for your wait."
"It's fine." Tony stood, "And good to finally meet you face to face, Aba."
Eli nodded, "Likewise, my ben."
Tony eyed the camera in the corner of the room and spoke in slightly broken Hebrew, "Who is watching us?"
"Jennifer and Gibbs." Replied Eli,
Tony nodded, "This is as good a chance as any to practice then."
"Tony," Said Eli, "I have read your report, I have read Ziva's, I have had Agent Todd send me a report on the evidence influencing your actions, but what I do not know, is why you wanted Michael out of Ziva's life so much."
"He was sleeping with her." Tony said shortly, "She's my wife, my pregnant wife, Aba."
Eli sighed, "I had my suspicions that would happen. How ever much Ziva loves you, is how much Michael lusted after Ziva. You know that she did not do that because she wanted to."
"He took advantage of her and her emotional state, I get it, but she didn't come to me. She didn't come to anyone about anything to do with Rivkin. And you know Aba, you know his death, how ever personal, was justified."
Eli didn't say anything straight away, but eventually he looked Tony in the eye, in a completely fatherly way, "Yes. Yes it was justified. Your job is safe another day, my ben."
* * *
The plane was about to take them back to D.C. Gibbs was eyeing Director David, and Ziva eyeing Tony. He caught her gaze and he understood; she wanted a word before the plane took off.
Gibbs walked onto the plane and waited with Jenny.
Ziva walked to her husband, "Tony."
"Plane leaves in five minutes."
"Not without us it doesn't." Ziva said dimply, before speaking again, her emotions for once written all over her face, "I think it is best, my love, if I simply speak from the heart."
Tony nodded, "Yeah, yeah it probably is."
"I know that you do not trust me, you may never forgive me, but I love you Tony. And that is why I am giving you an option. We stay together, or we do not."
"Ziva…"
"No Tony, I am doing this for you. I love you more then I can say and I ruined everything. And I am sorry Tony. I am sorry. But my father needs me. He needs to feel he has my loyalty and I need to-" She paused,
"You have been in contact with him for some time, you have learnt Hebrew with his help, you made my father realise what being a father is." She caressed Tony's cheek, "You have done so much for me, and so let me do this for you." She took a breathe, "I will give you as much space as you need for however long you need it, to forgive me or to loathe me. I will stay here my love, and if you decide that you do not want me back… I will understand."
"You're staying in Israel? What about Catryn?"
"Tell her I am making amends with my father. Tell her anything."
Tony ran a hand through his hair with his good arm, "If anything happens-"
"You will be the first person I call."
"Ok then." Tony lent forward and pressed his lips to his wife's gently, "I do love you Ziva, but you're right, I need time to sort things out."
Ziva wrapped her arms around him as best she could, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing his smell in. "I'll never get over you if you leave." She whispered,
"I know. I know." Said Tony, wrapping his good arm around her comfortingly, "But I need to be able to trust the people that I love and the people I work with, you understand that more then anyone."
"Take care of yourself, Tony my darling."
"And you."
"Call me when you land and… I will explain it to Gibbs."
"I will." They let go, and Ziva watched, a hand on her stomach, as her husband, the father of her baby, walked away.
* * *
She had been too late. Gibbs no longer trusted Ziva. No one trusted Ziva. So she had gone on her own small mission, only telling her father that she would make up for any past disappointments. But it had been in vain. The photo she held with her as motivation did nothing. Her older brother Sha'ul and herself with their cousin Ahava. Perhaps she should've brought the photo she showed Kate months ago. Of Tali, Ari and herself.
It didn't matter now.
All that mattered was making sure her baby survived this. She would make sure her baby survived, even if she died doing it. She heard the long slow footsteps and slumped in her chair. Salim dropped his cigarette and put it out with his shoe before stepping forwards and pulling Ziva's Star of David necklace. He then grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him through one swollen and bloody eye.
"Tell me everything you know." He said in a calm voice, "About NCIS."
Ziva swallowed, "My baby."
Salim laughed, "If you want your baby safe you must choose its fate. Either you tell us what we want to know, and that little one gets returned to its father, or you do not, and we raise your child to be the ultimate sleeper agent, a terrorist."
So you hate me, i get it, but still hehe, and i'll give you something to go on... THIS IS NO LONGER WEAVING THROUGH CANON!!! :) :) :)
Flames be hate as they are the binary oposite of reviews, being love.