Ziva David - NCIS

Chapter 11

"What are you guys doing here?" My voice cracks.

"What did he mean by talk?" Ducky asks.

"One second," I walk into my room limping slightly and grab the first aid kit from the hidden part in my wardrobe. I walk back into the living room and see Tommy standing awkwardly by the wall. We both sit down on the sofa and look at the team.

"You were saying?" I ask.

"What happened in your talk?" Ducky asks again.

"Oh you know, the politics." I say sarcastically.

"I have a feeling you weren't talking about Politics." Gibbs grimaces.

"No, we weren't even talking. I saved my sister from being disciplined. She deserves to be happy, to have a life not filled with pain and misery." I turn to look at Tommy. His stomach and back are filled with more wounds.

"Come here," I say and he collapses on top of my crossed legs. I use an antiseptic to clear his back of dirt before stitching up bigger cuts. I repeat the process on his stomach.

"Why did you take the discipline?" Ducky says.

"Because I have no choice," I bite my lip and lift Tommy up and laying him on my bed. I close the door and walk back to my old team. I fall back on the couch. I take off my overtop and expose my damaged arms. I scrub all the dirt and dried blood off my arms. My fingers weave neat little stitches into the open wounds and I bandage it back up. I pull off my shoe and sock and twist my ankle the right way before tightly bandaging it back up.

"My fathers life is all about death,"  I hear screaming from my room. I get up and walk into my room. Tommy, having another nightmare.

"Tommy, wake up." I slap him gently on the cheek. He shakes and twitches a bit more before waking up.

"Ziva. Sorry, thought you were. Sorry."

"Don't be," he follows me back into the living room. My phone buzzes and I sigh before dropping onto the sofa.

"Dad," I accept the call.

"Training room, now. Bring NCIS with you and wear training clothes." He hangs up. I walk into my room and quickly pull on leggings, a tank top and trainers in black before walking back out.

"Dad wants us to all go to the training room," I announce and I lead the way to the room full of high tech sports equipment. Admist all of this, stands my father.

"Dad," I call him and stand next to him.

"Get on the running thing and just turn it on," my father whispers in my ear before turning to talk to NCIS. I pull myself up on it and scan my finger upon the scanner. It recognises my I.D and comes up with my measurements. I press 'weigh in' and the runner weighs me as I stand on it. I check the total- 6 stone. That's low. I bite my lip anxiously and wait for my father to finish.

"- And one of the techniques we use are the blindfold technique." I hate the blindfold technique, you have to run with your eye sight completely blocked off and use only your other senses. My father hands me a blindfold which I tie gently and press run on the machine.

"How fast?" I ask my father.

"Jog," His voice says to my left. My fingers find the button and press it until the letters say JOG. I slowly run on the treadmill, bouncing on the top and heel of my foot.

"What can you hear?" My father says. My ears detect a person moving around in a... business suit at the back of the gym.

"Back of gym, man about 40-45 years old, brown dyed hair, Gucci grey business suit and a cashmere tissue folded in a star on his right hand breast-pocket. Italian loafers, size 8 honey brown. Married, wealthy, a business collegaue. Last alcoholic drink was a gin and tonic at half ten last night at the Royal Pub in local town. Drives an Ford Fiesta, leather interior." I say still jogging with my blindfold on.

"Good, now go to the fighting combat square." I pull off my blindfold and jump down, walking over to the sectioned bit off the gym. Recruits, initiates stand by the side.

"Fight them," My father says. I look forward and get into a fighting position. The first person runs up, sloppily punching out leaving his face clear so I punch him up from the chin. He staggers back and I swing his legs out from under him. 2 more people come up and kick out, I grab their foot and twist it before pushing them to the ground. I turn away, the corner of my eye watching the girl that's quietly running up behind me trying to get an element of surprise. As she throws her arms around my neck, I pull her arms and flip her over so she lands on the floor. Oops.

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