Ziva David - NCIS

Chapter 10

The plane doors swing open.

"I'll get the car," I say and jog out into the airport. People immediately part way as they see me. They worship me, they treat me like royalty. And I don't like it.

"Morning Ziva," they mutter as they move out of the way. I go out the glass doors and find the black Land Rover waiting by the side of the road. I lean against the side of it, people moving so there is a great space between me and them. I place one foot on the car door to support myself and cross my arms waiting for them. Soon, I see a group of people trying to get through the massive clump of people waiting for the arrivals. I sit on the bumper of the car and just about see my father and the NCIS team behind him trying unsuccessful to get through the people. I use two fingers to make a loud, high pitched whistle noise that makes everyone stop what they're doing and turn to look at me.

"Make way for the director and NCIS team behind him." I yell out and everyone quickly rushes to the sides allowing a clear path. I see my father and the team behind them, looking at me as they walk up.

"Sorry Ziva," the audience call out as they reclose the pathway once everyone is through. My father, Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Abby and Ducky stand in front of me.

"Finally." I slide off the car bumper and walk around to the drivers side. Once everyone is in, I put my foot to the gas pedal and we are driving ridiculously fast along the desert like valleys of Israel. Soon, we emerge into the barriers of Mossad. I stop at security.

"Hey Ziva, how was the trip to DC? My favourite guard looks at me , grinning widely.

"It was alright Eddie,"

"I must say, you are looking very nice today,"

"Eddie, how's Chloe doing?" I ask about his wife. "and your two kids, they ok?" I lean towards him.

" Yep, they're, they're fine." He nods and lets us drive through. I pull up outside the big mansion house that my father calls home and jump out. I turn to see the others get out aswell.

"Ziva!" I quickly twist around to see Sky and Emma walk up the driveway.
Sky runs and jumps into my arms.

"Hello little one," I hoist her on my hip.

"Hello Auntie Ziva," The cute, caramel coloured hair 4 year old squeals.

"Hey Z," Emma comes over.

"Missed Ya" I put Sky down and get squished in a massive hug from Emma.

"Look," She points towards her hand, which is decorated with a diamond ring.

"Jesus, that's a expensive diamond," I stare at the sapphire ring.

"I know right," she grins.

"Are you drunk?" I say as I watch her twitch around.

"Noo!" She says loudly, then comes closer to me and yells, "I'm a little bit drunk! But don't tell anyone." I look at my father who looks like he's about to despair.

"Dad, take Sky while I go put Emma somewhere.... safer for her." I suggest.

"I need to have a talk to Emma first," I know what he means by 'talk' - torture.

"How about I take her place and any important messages I can tell her later." I look at my father in the eye.

"Are you sure you want to take her place?" He confirms.

"Let me just take Emma upstairs," I grab my drunken sister who's dancing by the waist and hang her over my shoulder. "Come on," I mutter to her and walk down the driveway into the house. I tuck her in bed and find my father outside.

"Tommy you stay with Ziva, I want to talk to you aswell. Quill, Woody take the NCIS team upstairs to their rooms." He directs my team. I look down at the floor as they pass.

"Basement," My father says and we both follow him downstairs. 2 chairs sit in the middle of the room. Such fun.

2 HOURS LATER
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"I hope you've learned your lesson," my father looks at us. My arms have been targeted and my foot. My right ankle has been twisted harshly and covered in multicoloured bruises. I don't dare too look at Tommy.

"Now, get out." I limp out of the room, Tommy following me hobbling. My arms barely have enough strength to get up the stairs. I sneak a glance in the mirror. My hair, top and shirt are perfectly intact, like noting has happened at all. I cough and find blood on my hands. Joy. I keep my emotions clear, like I've experienced no pain. I reach the final step and lean against the wall.

"You, alright?" I straighten up and look at Tommy.

"Yep," he winces.

"My room, first aid kit." I squeak out and locate my room. I fumble with the handle and swing the door open to find people sitting, waiting for me. The NCIS team.