A/N: I know it's been a while! Sorry! Firstly, I'd like to say thank you so much for all your amazing reviews! Secondly, I've been losing my inspiration for this story. :( If you have any ideas PLEASE tell me then! Lastly, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Five
Sunday September 16th, 2012

Ziva relaxed against the vinyl of the booth. Chatter floated effortlessly between Jenny and her, as the aroma of pancakes wafted through the air. Jenny asked,
"So, how are Ari and Tali?"
Her eyes flashed with pain for a moment as she spoke,
"They are doing well."
Clearly, Jenny was not convinced. Though, she decided it was not the time, nor the place to prod. Soon after, the food came and a small smile crossed the Israeli's lips. Ziva spoke,
"Much better than what they are serving at the mess hall."
Jenny simply chuckled and popped a piece of a pancake into her mouth. A comfortable silence settled as they ate, both of them thoroughly enjoying their food. Breakfast drew to a close and the check was quickly paid. The two woman exited the diner, and Jenny quickly made a dash for the driver's side. Ziva simply raised her eyebrows and said,
"I am not that horrible of a driver."
"You almost caused four wrecks."
"So do most people."
"Perhaps in their lifetime! Not in an hour's drive!"
Ziva simply huffed. Jenny then pulled out of the parking space and out onto the street. Though as Ziva realized they were going in a different direction than the two came, Ziva questioned,
"Jenny, base is the other way."
"I know."
"Then where are we going?"
Jenny simply smirked and replied,
"You'll see."
After a while, what looked to be a mall came into view. As they drew closer to it, and Jenny was able to find a parking spot on the first level she stated,
"We have parking karma today."
"Firstly, I have no idea what that is. And why are we here?"
"I have a date tonight, and I need a new dress."
Ziva's eyes widened as she questioned,
"Did my mother leave out that I despise shopping?"
"No, but it is better than being stuck in your cabin all day."
Begrudgingly, Ziva stepped out of the car and muttered what seemed to be a string of obscenities in several different languages. Jenny simply chuckled and motioned her to follow her. Both of them walked side by side into the store. The two women wore completely different expressions on their faces. The redhead, had a pleasant smile on her face. A stark contrast to the lady next to her who sported a miserable frown. The two ventured deeper into the department store, until they reached the womenswear section. Quickly, an overly peppy sales lady came to their side.
"Hi, I'm Debora, can I help you ladies with anything today?"
Ziva remained mute as Jenny answered,
"We are just looking thank you."
The unrelenting sales lady continued,
"Anything in particular?"
"Actually, yes. An outfit for a date. Nothing too formal, but not too casual either."
"Alright, and your size?"
"Size six."
"I'll start a dressing room for you then."
Soon, the woman scampered away leaving Jenny and Ziva to scan the racks. Dresses were being pulled from the racks, and soon the two of them had a pile of dresses strewn on their arms. After they had picked out almost every dress that came in her size, they headed to the dressing room. Ziva plopped herself on a comfy black velvet chair outside of the room, while Jenny neatly hung up every dress she had to try on. Ziva waited patiently, debating whether to count the cracks on the ceiling, or to stare into space. Deciding to count the cracks on the ceiling, her eyes scanned over each one, and she continued until Debora came into the dressing room area to see how thing were going. As the sales woman looked over her shoulder she saw the young woman who was accompanying the red head. Politely she asked,
"Miss, did everything I pulled for you not fit?"
At the statement, Ziva's head snapped towards Debora,
"I did not ask for anything to be pulled. Simply for my friend."
Soon though, Jenny's voice floated from her dressing room into the sitting area,
"She'd love to go try them on."
Ziva was about to disagree until she realized that arguing would not do her any good. So, she willingly followed Debora to her dressing room. Ziva stepped inside, and looked at the large amount of clothes hung on the rack and neatly laid on the char. She picked the first item of the rack, and within a few minutes it was on her. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The navy blue spaghetti strap dress put her toned arms and legs on display, and the hem floated at about her mid thigh. As she critically examined her reflection, she could noticed the tips of fading scars, some old some new. She turned around, looking at the back. The back hung low, revealing the scars and bruises that resided there. Jenny called to her,
"Ziva, will you come and show me what you tried on?"
Begrudgingly, she stepped out of the safe area of her dressing room and walked towards Jenny. Her friend sported a three-quarter-sleeve green dress that fit perfectly. Jenny's dress looked as if it was made specifically for her. Jenny praised,
"The dress fits you perfectly!"
With a small chuckle Ziva shook her head and said,
"I have no need for this dress. I have nowhere to wear it to."
Unfazed by her previous commented, Jenny commanded,
"Turn please."
Inside, Ziva was fighting an inner battle about whether to turn, and let her friend see the injuries that were (mostly) inflicted upon her, or to simply say she was not going to purchase it, so there was no need to. In the end though, her feet moved, and she slowly turned exposing her back. Jenny fell silent before she laid a gentle hand on Ziva's shoulder,
"What happened?"
"Somethings are better left unsaid."
For a moment, the older woman looked into the younger woman's chocolate eyes. Her eyes shouted about the pain she held within, and told the story without muttering an audible word. So, with motherly tenderness Jenny enveloped Ziva into a hug. The young Israeli rested her head on the other woman's shoulder as tears threatened to fall. Jenny ran a soothing hand through her curls as she whispered,
"I am buying you that dress."
Ziva looked up into Jenny's eyes and couldn't help but let out a strangled laugh.

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