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When Ziva's alarm sounded, she was glad that she was told she didn't have to work until the following week. She like have been too tired to get up and follow her routine anyway.
Why was she tired? She was up until the early hours of the morning - until fatigue took over her body and fell asleep without permission. She was thinking of ways to escape what her father had planned of her.
What she wanted from life and what her father had planned was the complete opposite. She wanted to go out on her own, find the right man and marry him. Not have to marry then fall in love. This guy - she didn't even know this guy's name, let alone his personality.
She dragged herself out of bed and walked to the bathroom looking at her face where her father had hit her the previous day. It was turning a light blue surrounded by a halo of light red visible from under her olive skin. She groaned lightly; it was painful to touch.
She was meant to go out with Abby. She would have to borrow some of her sister's makeup before she left.
She walked down the stair case to make her way to the kitchen where her brother and parents sat. She immediately felt as if she were interrupting something. She froze and looked between the three of them. They were all watching her, "What?" She asked.
"Nothing," Her mother replied before anyone else had a chance to reply.
"Okay," Ziva stated before walking past them and gathering a bowl, her cereal, and the milk - placing it on the bench as she poured the cereal and milk into the bowl. She grabbed a spoon from the draw and threw the older part of her family another suspicious look before walking back to her room.
She wasn't sure why they were staring at her while she was in the kitchen - maybe it was because they could see the visible bruise on her cheek, maybe it was because they were talking about her when she walked in - she honestly didn't know.
Her phone message tone sounded and she picked it up from the charger on her bedside table and read it; it was from Abby asking if she was still on for that day. Ziva hesitated before replying with a simple 'yes'.
This made her quickly finish eating; she didn't want to be under her father's roof much longer. She changed into her deep blue jeans and a majestic purple three quarter top with simple black flats on her feet. Ziva knocked lightly on her sister's bedroom before walking in and walking over to her sister.
"Tali," She said getting a light groggy groan from her sister - she was not a morning person, "Tali can I borrow some makeup?"
Tali was lying on her stomach, her face facing away from her sister with her eyes closed. She made a noise that seemed like an agreement and waved her hand half-heartedly in the general direction of her collection on makeup.
It didn't take her long to find the types and shades of makeup she was after.
She grabbed all she needed and headed to the bathroom. She carefully applied the makeup and blended the discoloured skin as well as she could with the rest of her face.
Around fifteen minutes later Ziva knocked on Abby's door and she answered it quickly, "Geez Abby, were you waiting behind the door or something?" She asked.
"Yeah, I've been up since early and have been ready for about an hour," Abby replied walking in the direction of Ziva's car, "Are you going to drive reasonably today?" Abby continued to ask.
"Of course, I always drive carefully," Ziva said rolling her eyes.
"Yeah right," Abby stated as she stepped into Ziva's car.
When Ziva sat in the passengers seat Abby turned to face her to begin a conversation when she noticed the well covered bruise that had became darker over the course of the morning, "Yo- What happened to your face?" She asked.
"Nothing, do not worry about it," Ziva said, starting the cars engine. Abby reached out and touched the discolouration on her face. She barely touched it when Ziva suddenly flinched away.
"That is not nothing! What happened?" Abby more demanded this time.
"Nothing. Where are we going?" Ziva asked.
"Movies than the mall," Abby said shooting Ziva a worried glance as she began to drive in the direction of the cinema.
After the movie, they made their way to the mall, talking about the movie while making their way to a small cafe. They stopped in multiple stores through the mall on their way but not buying much. When they finally got to the small cafe they sat down and Abby began to talk while looking at the menu.
"Did you talk to your dad?" She asked.
"If you can call it talking," Ziva replied.
"What do you mean?" Abby asked.
"It was more he yelled at me telling me I had to be married by next year. I was stupid enough to say something stupid," Ziva said.
"What did you say?"
"I said something along the lines of if he thought so highly of this man; he should be the one to marry him. He did not like that much," Ziva replied with a dry unamused laugh.
"How did you get the bruise?" Abby asked.
"I walked into a door frame," Ziva replied too quickly, making it sound like a pre-rehearsed story.
"Yeah right Ziva. You just ran into a door frame," Abby said, "One; you answered too quickly, and two; you don't just 'run into door frames',"
"To be fair I said I walked into a door frame," Ziva weakly rebutted.
"Hey Ziva, look who it is," Abby changed the topic looking over Ziva's shoulder.
"Who?" Ziva said turning to look behind her scanning the crowd for someone she knew.
"His name is Tony isn't it?" Abby teased.
"The basketball boy from yesterday?" Ziva asked.
"Yeah," Abby replied.
"That was his name," Ziva murmured as she laid eyes on him.
He was alone this time. He was wondering through the mall as if he were looking for someone. He spotted the two women at the table in the small cafe and double took as he recognised them. He smiled and began walking over to them.
"Great, Abby, now he is coming over here," Ziva hissed.
"What's so bad about that," Abby replied.
Ziva faced back and looked down at her menu while Tony approached them, her hair falling past her shoulders and covering her face slightly.
"Hey," Tony greeted.
"Hi," Abby replied cheerfully.
"I'm looking for someone," Tony said, then paused.
"You want us to guess?" Ziva asked.
"No. Um, he is about the same height as me, brown hair, and geeky looking," Tony described.
"We have not seen anyone of that description," Ziva said.
"Take a seat while you wait," Abby said.
"Ziva?" Tony said with a moment of uncertainty until Ziva turned to look at him.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I thought I had your name wrong for a minute. I'm not sure how someone could though; it is an unusual name," Tony explained.
"It is Israeli," Ziva told him.
"Are you from Israel?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Yes I was born and lived there until I was nine. Then I moved here," She replied.
"Why?"
"My father had a job opportunity and he took it. I did not want to leave, but I think that when they go back to Israel I will stay here,"
"Who does your father work for?" He asked.
"Mossad," Ziva stated then tried reading his reaction.
"Oh," He said in surprise. He went to say more when he laid eyes on his friend and began yelling out his name which drew him over to the table they occupied.
"Who are these people?" The man asked.
"That is Ziva, and...?" Tony trailed off looking at Abby. They had been talking for a few minutes and Abby had talked to him quite a bit but he was yet to find out her name.
"Abby," She said.
"Ziva and Abby. Ziva is Israeli," He said to his friend who nodded, "This is Tim," He said.
"What happened to your face?" Tony said sitting back down while Tim found another chair and pulled it over to their table.
"Nothing happened to my face," Ziva said.
"It looks like a bruise," Tim said.
"Since when did this conversation involve you?" Ziva snapped at him, "I am going to order," She muttered to Abby while she stood up and walked to the counter.
Once she was out of ear shot Tony lent forward and began talking to Abby, "Do you know what happened?" He asked.
"She said she walked into a door frame," Abby said.
"You don't believe that?" Tony asked.
"Oh, no. Ziva used to be trained to be an assassin. She's not clumsy and she has good balance. There is no way she would have walked into a door without being pushed," Abby said.
"She used to be trained to what?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, her father wants her to follow in her footsteps. Her father works for Israeli Mossad, and he has been teaching her all this fighting and shooting stuff. But it stopped last year when she wanted to finish school. She still likes using weapons and everything so she is going to study law enforcement next year," Abby explained.
"Really? I am too. Except I'm in my second year next year," Tony said, "What do you think happened?"
"I have my suspicions. She keeps to herself but it's not the first time she has 'walked into a door frame'," Abby said.
At this moment Ziva walked back over, "I have ordered for you too. I got what you usually have," Ziva said to Abby.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you like that before Tim, I do not like people prying into my life," She justified. He nodded understanding and a little fear at the new information about her and her family. Tony kicked him once he read the look on his face.
He jumped and shot Tony a look of irritation. Ziva watched him for a moment longer then sighed, "I guess that Abby told you a bit about my family and me while I was ordering," She stated more than asked.
When there was no answer, Ziva looked at Abby's slightly guilty expression.
"It doesn't bother us," Tony quickly said, "Does it? It was just a bit of a surprise,"
Ziva's phone buzzed in her pocket, she pulled it out and had a look at the ID, "Excuse me, I have to take this," She said standing up and walking away from the table. Before she was too far away she grabbed Abby's arm and hissed, "I need to talk to you too," Pulling Abby with her.
Once they were gone Tim turned to Tony and looked at him staring at the Israeli woman up and down, admiring her figure, "You like her don't you?" He said.
"So what if I do? She is very attractive," Tony said not taking his eyes off her until she turned and looked back at him with a small smile playing on her lips. He didn't know whether that was from her catching him looking at her or whether it was because of what she hearing on the other side of the phone. But the phone call looked pretty heated...
"So, how do you know she is interested in you?" he asked.
"I don't. That would be why I am admiring from afar," he said, "I will ask when we are alone," He replied.
"Are you planning to do what you do with every other woman when you get her alone?" Tim asked.
"No," Tony replied.
"Oh, you really like this one,"
"Yep,"
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