A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your review last chapter, you guys are awesome. Your reviews made me so happy! Due to that happiness, I was able to write more quickly than usual and have another chapter posted more quickly than usual. I hope you enjoy chapter fourteen!(:
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Chapter Fourteen
Saturday October 6th…
A few stray tears made their way down her cheeks, as she stormed out of the Doctor's house. She heard his kind voice beckoning her to return, but she harbored too much rage in her heart to turn back to him with a calm and forgiving expression. Instead, she continued on her path, only stopping when she was unexpectedly knocked to the ground by a passerby. With a groan she closed her eyelids in attempt to dull the intense pain from the unexpected collision of another individual's and her own skull. The Israeli did not offer the equally careless person a glance, but simply laid there. The man questioned,
"Ziva?"
Her eyelids flew open and her neck snapped towards him. In one swift motion, she wiped away the old tears, and answered,
"Hello Tony."
Immediately the Italian noticed that something was off, and it was not just the fact that a few stale tears marked her gorgeous face. Concerned he asked,
"Are you alright?"
"I am just fine. Thank you."
The man quickly got to his feet, and then proffered his hand to hers. He could not help but smile as she accepted it, and he pulled her back onto her feet with both their bodies in close proximity. His tone became tender as he spoke,
"I meant in general Zi."
"Everything is fine Tony."
His hand rose to her cheek and carefully tucked a loose lock behind her ear.
"Your puffy eyes beg to differ."
She held his gaze for a moment, not trusting her own voice at this point. She felt a pair of strong arms envelop her into a warm embrace, and tentatively placed her head against his taut chest. For a second the pair just stayed in the position, enjoying the feeling of each other in their own arms. However the man broke the peaceful silence with his prying,
"What is bothering you?"
Sharply she answered,
"People prying."
For a few moments everything was silent, and Tony became lost in the deep chocolate hue of the younger woman's eyes. Slowly, he whispered,
"I'm Sorry."
Awkwardly, Ziva fixated her eyes upon a still tree and hushedly spoke,
"I need to go."
He held her in his arms for a few moments longer, briefly pressing his lips to her already bruised forehead. Softly, he whispered,
"Ani mitstaer meod,"
"When did you begin speaking Hebrew?"
"I know how to say I'm sorry, care to dance, where is the bathroom, and there is someone trying to kill me in eighty three different languages."
For a second a smile stretched across her lips before she carefully pushed him away, and mumbled,
"I really need to go."
He watched her leave, with her unruly chocolate locks swaying in the sudden breeze. As soon as her silhouette had escaped his view, his hands combed through his hair in frustration as he thought, is there something wrong with me? Am I looking in the wrong direction? Why can't she look in the right direction? There has to be more than just 'nothing' wrong...
As she walked away, different emotions mixed inside her heart. Hate and love raged within, attempting to overpower the other. Hate screamed, The silly American has no sense of boundaries and has crossed your own!, while love gently reminded her that You enjoyed that. You have feelings for the American boy. While those feelings intermixed with those of betrayal from earlier that night, she was simply left with an overwhelming sense of confusion, with anger sizzling beneath the surface.
Ziva waltzed into the cozy cabin, announcing her presence with a loud slam of the rotting door. Resting upon the couch, the Israeli found her two "parents" snuggling. At her dramatic arrival, they both simultaneously sat up, and questioningly glanced at her. Gibbs began,
"Ziver? Is someth-"
However she did not allow him to finish. Instead she angrily snapped, allowing all the emotions of the day to become evident in her bitter voice
"Is there something wrong? You thought so. Why not go ask Dr. Mallard to make sure Gibbs?"
"Ziva..."
"You had no right to try to have me unknowingly undergo a psychological examination!"
"ZIVA!"
"No. Allowing someone to pry into my own mind, is not okay Gibbs!"
As she finished, the door once again flew upon, revealing the old doctor with the same yellow notepad she had seen earlier that evening,
"Jethro, I have the re-"
His gaze landed upon a figure he had not expected to be Gibbs' cabin at that time. Surprised he spoke,
"Hello Ziva."
Jenny stood up, and approached the teenage girl, knowing that if she stayed in the room only more ill willing words would be said. So, she gingerly place a hand upon the teen's shoulder,
"Why don't you go to your room for a few minutes."
And that she did after shaking off the woman's slender hand.
"Jethro, the poor girl just blames herself. She carries all her burdens upon her own shoulders, and does not wish for anyone to lighten her crushing load. Nor can she healthy cope with loss, as she decides to shut down or bury the grief, both things that I believe to have been taught to her by her father. I also discovered that she is fiercely loyal to those who she loves, to those select few that she actually trusts. Jethro, I believe you are one of the few, along with that Anthony boy."
A sigh escaped the Gunny's lips, as he began pondering how he could right his wrong. The doctor interrupted his thoughts saying,
"Jethro, apologies may be in order, from the both of us."
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