Hy! I'm back with another chapter. I was kind of stuck with this, but this story is finally starting to unfold in my head. I hope I can come up with another chapter pretty soon.
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Numi, Numi
She was pacing in the bull pen, looking nervously towards Tony, hoping her husband's friend could actually giver some sort of reassurance that the love of her life would be fine. Unfortunately Tony's features were tense and he did not bother to look up to her.
"He is worried." She thought, understanding that Tony could not reassure her, because he himself was not sure that Alberto would manage to get out of this alive. She continued to study his features and she had to admit that if it would not have been for Alberto to conquer her heart, she definitely would have tried to seduce Tony. His firm jaw, his full lips, his piercing green eyes fascinated her, sending a shiver down her spine. Yes, Anthony DiNozzo was a gorgeous, gorgeous man that probably had made many women scream out in pleasure, and at one point he would make one very lucky woman very, very happy.
Her eyes wondered through the room, only to spot her daughter, next to Ziva's desk playing with a doll. She couldn't suppress a smile when she saw the way the little girl furrowed her eye brows while trying to dress her doll in a pink skirt. "Exactly like her father." Alison thought.
Slowly her eyes wondered towards Ziva, only to spot a hard working Israeli. Her nose was almost touching the screen of her computer, her forehead was wrinkled and her mouth was pressed in one firm line. Deep down, Alison felt bad for what she had said to Ziva. She knew she had no right to speak does words, and she understood what impact they would have upon her. Over the years Alison discovered that being in a different country, and not having to fight for your life every day, changed a person. She had received the same training as Ziva, but when she had come to the States, and began working for the embassy, she slowly started to become more human, let her guard down and then fell in love. Over the years she had cut all ties to Mossad, went so far in even changing her name from Alissa to Alison. The former Mossad officer had wanted to forget her past and all she had done; her only wish was to become a regular American housewife. Before Dani had been born she used to work at the embassy, but after the small bundle of joy came into her life, she decided that her family needed her more then the job, so she quit and stayed at home. Now her little American dream, her perfect life was falling to pieces and she had to rely once again on her Mossad training just to be able to keep it together.
The clock on his computer indicated 2 AM, and he was struggling to keep his eyes open and fix at his computer. He had been hacking into different American and Italian data bases all day until midnight, then he tried to crack Mossad's data base hoping that he could get a break through in the case. To his frustration the damn firewall could not be cracked by his skills and McGee was very close to smashing his baby. He obviously couldn't ask the daughter of the Deputy Director of Mossad to help him do something illegal. She would probably say no and then murder him painfully, but not leave a trace of his existence. No, asking Ziva for help was definitely a bad idea. Damn Gibbs and his sneaky methods that were turning him into a criminal. He rubbed his temples and looked around the bull pen. Tony was talking on the phone, in Italian he noticed. He had been quiet the whole day; no movie references, no fighting with Ziva, or at least be obnoxiously in love with her, nothing. The Italian was focused and he had been working without a break the whole day. The only times he would stand up from his chair was when they would suggest a name of a potential suspect. He and Ziva would go and question him, but they turned back to the navy yard empty handed every time. McGee became aware of how annoyed Tony was getting, when he slammed the phone shut and swore in Italian.
McGee's eyes glided towards his right only to see Alison with her head on her arms. She had fallen asleep, and Tim could see that the corner of her eye was wet, indicating that the poor woman had cried herself to sleep. Although she was Mossad, Alison was the exact opposed of Ziva. The signs of her Mossad training were still visible at times, but she tried very hard to hide them. Her accent had almost disappeared completely; the only thing that gave her origin away was the angry conversation between her and Ziva and when she had tried to attack his Israeli colleague. However the young agent preferred Ziva's cool attitude in time of danger. He knew that she was worried, but nothing in her attitude or facial expression gave that away, making her in a way more capable of assessing the situation.
His gaze then stopped on the liaison officer, and what he saw brought a smile to his tensed face. She, the hard Israeli assassin was holding Alison's little girl on her lap, playing with her hair and speaking soft words to her. The young girl had been restless the whole day, walking from one agent to another, and demanding attention from her tiered mother. They all had tried to take care of the little girl, make her not notice the tight atmosphere in the office, but the child detected that something was wrong and at a regular interval would break into tears. It seemed that the young girl had started whipping again, but Alison was in no state of comforting her, so the girl had shifted her attention, to another woman who could speak the language her mother did.
Dani, McGee had managed to squeeze out the name of the young child from her mother during the evening, had placed her head on Ziva's chest, holding on to a curl, while her eyelashes fluttered. Ziva on the other hand started to sing her a song. McGee was fascinated by Ziva's sweet and smoothening voice.
"Numi, numi yaldati,
Numi, numi, nim.
Numi, numi k'tanati,
Numi, numi, nim."
By this time, McGee turned his head and spotted Tony, hanging up the phone for the millionth time this day and concentrating on Ziva and the child. The light was dim, and one could recognise her relaxed features, while she was rocking the little girl, who was about to fall asleep.
"Aba halach la'avoda -
Halach, halach Aba.
Yashuv im tzeit halevana -
Yavi lach matana!"
None of the agents had spotted Gibbs, who was leaning against one of the cubicle's walls and smiling at the imagine enfolding in front of his eyes. His gaze moved quickly from one agent to another, and he had to recognize that this assassin, holding the sleeping child in her arms, was the most breath taking image he had seen since his family had passed away. He could see how shocked McGee was by this scene, and he had to hold back a chuckle. McGee was intimidated by Ziva, and he was sure that he could have never imagined such a scene. He had noticed that Tony was looking at his partner, a soft smile glazing his lips. Gibbs had a pretty good idea what went on inside of Tony's head, and he fought back the urge of petting the back of his head. He knew that DiNozzo had changed and he was pretty sure that senior field agent would be a good father one day. The silver haired agent then noticed Alison, who was rubbing her eyes. She seemed shocked by seeing such an unusual picture. He had understood what Alison had told Ziva earlier that day, and it pained him to know that Ziva was still haunted by the ghosts of her past.
"Numi, numi...
Aba halach el hakramim -
Halach, halach Aba.
Yashuv im tzeit ha cochavim -
Yavi lach anavim!
Numi, numi... "
"I want that. I want her holding my child in her arms." Tony though while enjoying the scene enfolding in front of his eyes. He had heard Ziva's beautiful soft voice, and was mesmerized by it instantly. She looked relaxed and peaceful, and one could see the gentleness in her eyes, while rocking the sleeping bundle. Once in a while she would remove a strain of Dani's hair and caress her soft features. Dani would twitch under her touch and burry her head deeper in Ziva's chest, never letting go of her hair.
"I want a little girl, one that should look just like her mother. I want a daughter that could be just like Ziva, talk like her mother, laugh like her mother, hell even kill like her mother." Tony though; his eyes never leaving Ziva's frame. He knew that he wanted a relationship with Ziva, he knew that he loved her, but now it become oh so clear to him. He wanted Ziva to become more, he wanted Ziva to be the mother of his children and he wanted her to sing such lullaby's to his baby.
"Aba halach el hapardes -
Halach, halach Aba.
Yashuv ba'erev im haruach -
Yavi, yavi tapuach!
Numi, numi... "
It felt so right to her, so natural, like she wasn't Mossad, like she wasn't an NCIS liaison officer, like she wasn't a killer. This was something she had always wanted, something that she knew she could never have. Her father had made it so clear to her years ago, that she should never bear children, give birth to them or even consider a possibility of settling down and having a family of her own.
No, Mossad had made it clear a long time ago that she belong to them and no one could ever give her what her heart desired so much. Yet here she was craddeling a scared little girl, who was missing her father, who was too little to understand what was going one, yet it seemed that she knew the danger her parents were in.
Dani parted her lips and her breath was steady indicating that she was sleeping peacefully. Ziva tried to loosen Dani's grip on her hair, but then only reaction was her stirring and tightening the grip on Ziva's hair, while putting her tinny hand on Ziva's chest.
Ziva could feel Dani's heart beat, and she tightened the grip on the little girl, keeping her warm. Another smile graced her lips and she gently removed another strain of hair from the girls face. She placed a soft kiss on her forehead, while singing the last part of the lullaby.
"Aba halach el hasadeh -
Halach, halach Aba.
Yashuv ba'erev im tz'lalim -
Yavi lach shibolim! "
The bullpen slipped back into silence, but nobody wanted to disrupt the few minutes of peace still floating in the air of the quiet NCIS building.
Ziva raised her eyes from the sleeping form and met Tony's gaze. She was stunned when she saw Tony's face. She saw a sparkle in his eyes, something she had never seen before and somehow it made her feel warm inside.
McGee's eyes glided back to Gibb' desk and saw Alison move her tiered body towards Ziva's desk.
"Toda Ziva." She softly spoke, forcing Ziva to break eye contact with Tony and look Alison in the eyes.
"Al-Lo-Davar." Ziva replied, looking again at the sleeping form.
"Slih'a Ziva." Alison began "I had no right to say those words to you today. I was wrong and I hope you can forgive me. I had thought that you were exactly like others have described you, but I was so terribly wrong, You have been more then understanding when it comes to my behaviour and you have been nothing but kind to Dani. I am in your debt." She continued in Hebrew.
Ziva smiled softly and nodded, and it seemed that the tension present in the room the whole day disappeared.
"Ziver, could you take Dani down to the lab. I want you all back here in an hour. Go grab some coffee." Gibbs spoke, still looking at the sleeping child.
Ziva carefully stood up and walked towards the elevator. Tony's eyes met hers, and he swiftly stood up and walked behind her. He caught up with her in the elevator, sliding in just before the door closed.
Once inside the elevator he couldn't take his eyes off of his lover.
She shifted her body so she could meet his gaze, but suddenly his lips touched her forehead. She closed her eyes, coming closer towards him, both careful not to crush or wake the sleeping form.
"You know, you look perfect with Dani in your arms." Tony spoke, stepping back from her. She only blushed and turned towards the door, waiting for the elevator to stop.
"I only hope that one day it's going to be our little girl that you will hold in your arms." He spoke before the doors opened. Ziva's face turned towards him and met his gaze. She could see that his words were sincere and her hear skipped a beat.
"I love you." She softly spoke before stepping out of the elevator.
A/N Al-Lo-Davar= You're welcome
Slih's= Sorry
The song is called Numi Numi meaning Sleep, sleep. Here is the translation.
Sleep, sleep, my little girl.
Sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, my little one,
Sleep, sleep.
Daddy's gone to work -
He went, Daddy went.
He'll return when the moon comes out -
He'll bring you a present!
Sleep, sleep...
Daddy went to the vineyards -
He went, Daddy went.
He'll return when the stars come out -
He'll bring you grapes!
Sleep, sleep...
Daddy went to the orchard -
He went, Daddy went.
He'll return in the evening with the wind -
He'll bring an apple!
Sleep, sleep...
Daddy went to the field -
He went, Daddy went.
He'll come back in the evening with the shadows -
He'll bring you ears of grain!