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Chapter Six
Monday September 17th, 2012
Jenny peered over the edge of her reading glasses and gazed at Jethro. She studied the gunny for a while, and when he looked up, she shifted her eyes back down to the menu, raising her inquisitive brow.
"Something on your mind Jen?"
"Just Ziva."
Gibbs put his menu down, knowing Jenny wasn't finished.
"Today, we went shopping and I never expected to see what I did."
Jenny took a deep breath before she continued,
"She has scars, and wounds. Some that look rather rec-"
As she was speaking, she heard the ring of her date's phone. He flipped it open and answered,
"Yeah Duck?"
"It's Ziva. She seems to have disappeared."

30 Minutes Earlier

Ziva lounged lazily on the couch, enjoying the company of the older gentleman. Ducky was currently brewing some of his famous tea, while the doorbell chimed. Calmly, Ziva shouted,
"I will get the door."
As she opened it though, she was face to face with her half-brother. As if not believing her eyes she asked,
"Ari?"
"It is me tateleh."
"Why are you here?"
"I believe it is best we speak outside sister."
With furrowed brows she stepped out onto the porch, gazing questioningly into her big brother's eyes. They reflected the same brown pools, though they lacked the usual spark of lightness to them. The usual fire that burned bright seemed to be burning dim, and that worried her greatly. After building up enough courage she questioned once again,
"What are you doing here?"
"Zivaleh..."
His voice trailed off and she asked impatiently,
"WHAT?"
Unfazed by his sister's short temper he continued,
"Tali...Tali is dead."
The young Israeli girl's heart shattered like glass of the sizzling Israeli sidewalks. While it was not able to be heard, it could be seen in her eyes. The pain, the defeat, the sorrow, and the grief lit a haunting shadow in her eyes. Ari then wrapped his muscular arms around her. He held her tightly in his arms while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Ziva rested her head on the the older boy's shoulder and simply weeped. Her chest heaved for air, but all she could allow was for more tears to flow. In between bone chilling sobs she questioned,
"Who. did. this."
As time passed, the steady stream of tears receded and now, a fire burned in her heart that demanded revenge. Ari saw this fire reflected in her eyes, that he knew it ran deep into her soul. He only hoped that the fire would not consume her. He studied the girl that once ran with the wind, and smiled without a care in the world. It seemed she had long ago left, and all that remained was a shell. He answered in a near whisper,
"She was killed by a Hamas suicide bomber."
At these words all suffering past, and present flashed in an instant across her eyes. The remains of her heart seemed to twist, her entire body almost collapse on the ground. Another loss to Israel's enemy. Though this time, it was not a neighbor or family friend that was thoughtlessly murdered. No, it hit much closer to home. This time, the plague of unrest and war had struck much closer to the heart: blood. He released his loving grasp on his younger sister and stated quietly,
"I must go tateleh, Shalom."
He pressed a kiss to her temple and retreated back on the path he traveled.
Ziva cried out to him, her voice cracking,
"WAIT!"
The elder of the two spun around and approached her once again,
"Tateleh?"
"What about the funeral?"
Ari's eyes fell, and his eyes sank as he said,
"Papa said that you must stay and complete this. I am sorry motek."
He said his second goodbye for that night, allowing his lips to lightly brush her cheek, and brotherly affection before disappearing soundlessly into the darkness. With a heavy heart she simply stood, immobilized. Time seemed to be frozen in amber while she desperately wished her prior life could be preserved. After her state of numbness passed, the hands of time slowly began ticking again. Instinctively she retreated into the woods, hoping to find serenity in an abyss of darkness.

"What do you mean disappeared Duck?"

"I was making Ziva tea, when someone hit the buzzer. She had said she would answer, and I, content on continuing with the tea, allowed her to do so. She and what I believe to be a gentleman a few years advanced in age stepped out onto the porch. I became curious and looked out the window onto the porch. The poor girl looked terribly shaken up. I decided it was best to allow her to cope on her own before I came out to help. Later, when she had not come back inside after quite some time, I peeked out the window once again and she was nowhere in sight. I called out to her, and received no answer. She simply disappeared Jethro."

Gibbs flipped his phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket. Jenny sat across from, her eyebrows arched, and she was ready to fire off questions. She was not allowed the opportunity though. Gruffly, Gibbs declared,
"Ziva's gone."
Insync, the pair stood up, leaving an uncounted sum of money on the table, and exited the diner.

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