Hey sorry about the crappy chapter, but I could actually feel myself falling asleep. So don't blame me, it was written in sub-conscious. It was a bit quick and didn't entirely make sense to me (which is sad cause I wrote it) but I hope this chapter clears things up a bit.
THAT PERSON! Spade means castration, or to have their balls cut off, and sometime this can be done brutally, with a spade. Make sense??
The Next Bit, After The Bit That Came Just Before... (interesting title, I like it)
Ziva rolled off Tony and feel onto the floor. She rolled over and came face to face with Abby and McGee, who was lying behind her and stroking her hip in little circles. How cute, Ziva thought with a smile.
She looked around the offices surrounding them, to find they that were completely deserted. No one was awake, or here for that matter. It was three in the morning on a Sunday, so Ziva decided that she would do what everyone else was doing at that time. Yes, she went for a run.
To be extra quiet, she took the stairs and exited the building through the front sliding doors. As she stepped outside, she was hit with a wall of freezing air, which she wasn't expecting. She also remembered that she was wearing the tiny exercising clothes that no one would actually wear to do anything in. It doesn't matter, I'm probably the only one out here at this time anyway, Ziva thought, adjusting the ridiculous bra thing she was wearing.
After a few miles of a steady run, Ziva headed back to headquarters. As she passed an old abandoned building, a car drove past with a few angry looking drunks in the back. They rolled down the tinted windows of the expensive looking car and wolf whistled at her.
Ziva ignored them, and she ran on, picking up a slightly faster pace. She heard the car make a U turn, and this time the car coasted up next to her slowly, and followed her. She could hear the jeers and the jokes they were making about her, all of them laughing together. Ziva could almost smell the alcohol wafting out of the car. These guys stand a worst chance of beating me, than a snowman has in hell, she thought, giggling small congratulations to herself at her progressed understanding of American sayings.
'Hey baby!' one of them slurred out of a window, before attempting to get out of chair, but fell over on the concrete and threw up on himself instead.
Ziva wanted to see how this ended, so she purposely let the men surround her. There were five men around her now, all older looking and they all seemed to have a permanent smell of liquor. They started closing in on her, but Ziva kept her cool, hands on hips and turning to look at each skeptically before rolling her eyes.
They cried out to her, and jeered as she looked each one up and down, evaluating their weight, height, and how much strength she would need to make them fall over. And stay down. Probably one or two kicks, for each, she thought looking the leader type up and down.
He took this as a sign of encouragement. He held up his hand and made a waving action, silencing the men.
'Hey sweet cheeks, howsit?' he asked her, visibly less drunk than his cronies.
Ziva flinched. 'What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?' she seethed, her voice dropping dangerously low.
Let again, the man made a possibly fatal mistake, thinking that the pet name he had dubbed he with was turning her on, and that he should continue doing this because her voice was low and she obviously wanted it.
'What's the matter sweet cheeks? Is this getting a little,' he shrugged up his shoulders and looked around, laughing to his friends. 'Intense?'
And that was the last thing he saw before being round house kicked in the face. Chuck Norris style... Ziva thought, finishing off the rest of the men and she continued with her run.
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Tony was just waking up back at NCIS. He breathed in and out, feeling the morning tightness in his pants, and feeling the lack of Ziva curled to his chest. Oh its almost dawn, she would be out running, he thought.
Tony stretched and walked over to the plasma above McGee. He turned the volume right up before turning it on. The morning news blared out across the empty offices.
McGee looked up at Tony, told him to fuck off, and Abby was used to noise and she simply settled back down squirming above McGee's crotch making him moan softly.
Tony gagged and turned his attention back to the screen, not really listening as he yawned and scratched his chest. On the screen was the footage of someone, a woman maybe, taking on half a dozen big men.
Tony crooked his head and re watched the video footage. The attacker threw a perfect kick in the biggest ones face, making him stumble over she did much the same to the other men before running in the direction she was going before the men came along.
At that moment, Ziva walked back into the bull pen, a little sweaty and looking like she could use a drink. She was covered in blood.
Tony just stared. 'Ziva, is this you?' he asked, rewinding the footage and playing it from the start.
'Oh yeah,' Ziva said with the start of a grin forming on her face. She wiped some of the blood from her shirt onto a piece of paper and tossed it into the bin.
'If that's you, what are you limping?' Tony asked, sitting down on the side of his desk. Ziva stood between his legs, and put her hands on the knees of his track pants.
'They had very hard faces,' she whispered into his ear, making his stretch designed pants to make him feel rather claustrophobic. She leaned back and bit her bottom lip slightly, cocking her head to one side.
'Now, I am going to clean up,' she said, pulling away from him.
'I can help if you want,' Tony offered.
'Once I get the first layer of blood and grit off me, then yeah feel free,' she said over her shoulder walking to the elevators to go to the HAZMAT showers.
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Ziva walked into a cubicle and stripped her clothes and dropped them outside. She turned on the water and watched as the blood washed down the drain. She double checked her arms, chest and legs for any more blood that was clinging to her. Ziva found another clump of dirt on her arm and scrubbed it down the drain.
When she looked down, the blood was still coming. Confused, she twisted and turned trying to find the source of the bleeding. As Ziva reached behind her, she felt a searing pain across her back. She reached behind her and touched the gash that was making blood drip down her back and down her legs.
One of them must have done it when I bent over, the top must have stopped the bleeding, she thought, stepping out of the shower, the loss of blood making her feel dizzy.
Ziva turned as she heard the door to the showers open.
'I was wondering how long it would take you to get down here,' Ziva said, trying to keep her back to Tony as he walked towards her.
'Sorry, Abby and Probie were making noises and I had to take some more pictures. Which meant i needed to find the camera,' Tony said walking to stand in front of Ziva, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
She gasped, as his fingers touching her gash. Tony looked up, knowing the difference between a gasp of pleasure and a gasp of pain.
'Are you okay sweet cheeks?' he asked, looking up at her with concern plastered all over his face.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it,' she said pulling away and putting space between them.
'Are you sure? You don't look so good,' he said taking her face in his hands, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
'I said I am fine Tony, just. Don't worry about it, please. I am fine,' Ziva said, pulling away again.
'Ziva, what did I do? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I love you. Please don't do this to me,' he said, standing in front of her, trying to kiss her.
'I said, leave it!' she growled, feeling like she was going to throw up from the lack of blood. Ziva could feel the blood dripping down her tail bone. She was certain that the towel must be soaked in blood by now.
'Just tell me what I did, Ziva, I love you, I'm sorry,' Tony repeated, looking confused.
'I just need some space ok!? Just leave me alone,' she said walking backwards to the door in order to hide her back from Tony, not wanting to scare him. She picked up her clothes and left, walking as fast as she could call Ducky to stitch her up.
Ziva hurried down the hall, clutching her towel at the front, willing it not to fall down. She arrived back at her desk and looked for her mobile. She glanced over her things but she couldn't find it. The only solution that Ziva saw was to wake up Abby which she didn't want to do.
Ziva knelt down next to Abby and shook her shoulder. 'Abby, please wake up, I need your help,' she whispered in Abby's ear.
'Sounds juicy Ziva,' Abby whispered back, her eyes popping open. 'Wait,' she said. 'Ziva what's wrong? Ziva?!' Abby yelled finding Ziva's unconscious body lying on the floor.
Abby rolled out of McGee's grasp, trying to lift Ziva and take her down to her lab.
'McGee! Get up and help me!' Abby yelled harshly.
'No, I'm asleep,' McGee said, groaning at the unexpected noise.
'Its Ziva! Get up already and help me!' she yelled at him.
'What's wrong with Ziva?' he said, quickly getting up and joining Abby to help lift her up.
'I don't know, come on, we'll take her down to my lab,' she said, trying to keep Ziva's towel closed as McGee lifted her up.
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Ziva woke to find she was lying in autopsy chest down with her towel covering her lower half. She tried to roll over, but some one's hand pushed her back down. Then Abby's face appeared in front of her.
'Ziva! Your awake!' Abby said. 'Now don't roll over or move, cause I called Ducky and he told me what I had to do cause he was at the opera and so I stitched you up. Proud of me?' Abby babbled.
'Yeah, I'm proud Abby, very proud. Have you seen Tony?'
'No, I think he went out for a drive I don't know. You could ask McGee I know that he was talking to Tony after we carried you down here. I told him to go away cause I had to take you towel off and that wouldn't be nice for you,' Abby said.
'Thank you Abby,' Ziva muttered.
'No problem. Hey Ziva?'
'Yeah?'
'Has your locket always been open?'
'What are you talking about? Its jammed shut, isn't it?' Ziva said pulling her arm in front of her face so she could see. Abby was right, her locket had released a little bit.
'Oh what's in it?' Abby squealed, pulling Ziva's wrist up so she could see.
Abby was so excited about what was in her bracelet that she didn't notice Ziva's phone starting to vibrate on the autopsy table.
'Abby! Phone!' Ziva yelled, trying to get through to her.
'Right, I knew that. Don't get up I'll answer it,' Abby said dropping Ziva's wrist on the table next to her, force of the impact causing the locket to open.
'Shalom,' Abby said in her best Ziva-voice, turning around to wink at Ziva.
'Abby, the brac-'
'Yes this is she. What do you- Um, yes ok I'll get right down there. Thank you.'
'Abby. Abby, look. Look. Is that what I', thinking it is? Abby!' Ziva shouted at Abby, trying not to sit up to look at the bracelet.
'Tony was in a crash! Ziva! Don't worry about the bracelet! We gotta get to the hospital! Come on! Get up and I'll help you get up! We gotta go!' Abby yelled pulling Ziva up. 'I'll call McGee tell him the car ready,' she said running over to the phone.
'No, the bracelet. Abby I have to see,' Ziva said sitting up and covering her body with the towel again.
'Ziva, he is in ICU, he is in pain, he needs you. You need to tell him that you love him,'
'What's ICU?' Ziva asked.
'Intensive care unit, and come on we have to go,' Abby said dragging Ziva over to where her clothes were.
'No, Abby I'm not going anywhere without you giving me my bracelet,' Ziva said as Abby pulled a shirt over Ziva's head.
'Ok, ok fine I'll get it,' she said picking up the chain and bringing it back to Ziva who hissed as she slid off the table.
'Wait, wait wait. Its open. It has actually opened. There is something inside,' Abby said. 'OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod Ziva I think you need to look at this,' Abby said.
Abby put the locket in Ziva's hand and closed her fingers around it. Ziva looked up at Abby, who was looking at her with a strangely calm face.
Ziva opened her hand and looked down at the two smooth, cold objects that were lying in her hand. She picked up the smaller of the two, read the inscription and smiled, giggling. Then she said one word.
'Yes.'
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