Hey Guys, so today i met up with one of my mums friends and her baby called Blake. He was like the sweetest little thing with this bright blue eyes and i played with him for hours and he just sat on my lap and it was so fun!! :) So... i felt in the baby mood today so i decided to write a alternative chapter to the other 2 parts of What Do You Mean? A bit of detail has been re-written in this chapter e.g Ziva's description so expect it to be the same. :)
So i basically changed today's events into Ziva's day :))
Enjoy xx
Ziva's POV
My body ached as i finally lay sprawled down on the couch. My 8 month old baby boy sat in his bouncer next to the sofa while i tried to get at least some sleep. I've been at Mossad for about a year now, i was 4 months pregnant when i left NCIS. You can kinda guess who the father was. I had a baby boy which i called Blake. He has the brightest green eyes and thin brown hair. I'm wearing my Mossad uniform of high-waisted black skinny jeans, a strappy black flowy top that just about skimmed the tops of my jeans and, my black combat boots and my compulsory black Mossad hoodie. My long, now bright blue, hair was all tangled and messy due to the fact that i hadn't had time to wash it in a whole week. Just as i close my eyes, heavily coated in black eyeliner and mascara, there was a knock on the door to my apartment.
Blake immediately gurgles as his piercing green eyes look at my chocolate brown half-closed ones.
"I know buddy." I smile at him tiredly. I had just managed to calm him down from screaming his head off and now another distraction has come to piss me and him off even more. The knock at the door gets louder and more consistent. I sit up and turn to see Blake's face crumple up. Crying. Again. I quickly scoop him up and put him on my hip and bounce him but it isn't doing anything. The knock at the door sound again. "Coming!" I end up yelling at the door as i try to make my way to the door while keeping Blake occupied with my hair. I've pulled my long blue hair to the side and he buries his face in it, his cries becoming more quiet and i put my hand on the door handle and swing it open. Them.
"What do you want?" I say almost breathless as Blake suddenly becomes more interested in screaming than playing with my hair. "Screw that, come in and close the door behind you." I say and turn around before walking to the sofa where his little nest of blankets is on the sofa and laying him with his back on the sofa. The door closes and i hear the sound of footsteps approach the double sofas oposite.
"You can sit down." I say as Blake takes a breath to start screaming again. His cries pierce my ears as i grab his bottle and a sachet of formula before sitting on my left leg next to him, my right leg skimming the floor. He writhes and screams on the sofa before i quickly empty the sachet into the water, screw the top back on and shake it vigorously.
"Blake don't be silly." I give the bottle to him and he quietens down to a moan. He starts biting the rubber top of the bottle and then starts sipping it with his tiny little mouth.
"Thank you." I say sarcastically at him as he looks at me with his big green eyes.
"So... what do you want?" I lean on my arm, head propped up on my fist.
"Daniel McCrawley, what do you know about him?" Gibbs asks first.
"He's a good man, used to be involved with us but then left and joined the marines... And you are probably investigating his murder." I quickly realise.
"Your relationship with him?" DiNozzo asks.
"Cause of death?" I ask.
"Asking another question to avoid answering a question. You ever study psychology?" Ducky says a i keep my eyes on DiNozzo's.
"Got a degree in psychology Ducky." I turn to look at him. "And i want answers."
"Gunshot to the head." The new blonde-head girl said after a couple of seconds.
"Where?" I ask.
"DC." The new girl replies.
"Relationship with victim?" DiNozzo asks again.
"Long or close range shot?" I keep my voice and temper cool, probably pissing them off even more.
"Close." McGee answers.
"Any other materials, objects, anything that could indicate someone else at the scene?" I keep asking.
"No." Abby answers.
"What's your rela-" DiNozzo starts, his voice clearly raising angrily.
"When my father used to abuse me, my sister, my brother and my mother, he would take us in and fix any injuries that we had. Once, i had a stab wound in my leg and he managed to get me to a hospital and sign me in and out without my father knowing so that he wouldn't hurt me even more. So i owed my life to him, we had a pretty good relationship. Like brother and sister." I cut in before DiNozzo could finish his question. "And he's not Blake's dad, incase you were wanting to know that too." I try to keep my temper down as Blake leans against my leg and attempts to climb over it. I look down at him and smile before lifting him up and over my leg to set him down on the other side. Blake gurgles at me before sliding down into a laying position and sticking his feet and hands up in the air. I skim my finger over his stomach, making him giggle slightly.
"Anything else we need to know... like why your skin cells were under his fingernails." DiNozzo says coldly.
"Dance class yesterday morning before he got on the plane to go to America. We both teach ballet, contemporary, tap, jazz and modern. It was a ballet class and we were showing my 6 year olds how to do a type of lift. His hand scraped against me by accident when i was coming down because we hadn't got the balance right. The dance moms were there as well so do you want to go talk to them?" I smirk.
"How would we get them all together?" The new girl... i am going to call her Blondie asks.
"I am meant to be doing the class today, Gianna is covering me for the first 10-20 minutes and then looking after Blake so if you let me get changed into my dance stuff i'll take you." I come up with the idea.
"Ok." Gibbs says.
"Give me 5 minutes, and can you take him for me." I sit up.
"Yeah, sure." Gibbs says and i pick Blake up and pass him over to Gibbs.
"If he starts to cry, just bounce him up and down and he'll be fine." I smile and turn around to my room to get changed.
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