NCIS High School Teenage Years

Chapter 33: Fighting Again

They ate dinner outside while watching the sunset. The ham, olives and cheese were delicious. The teenagers drank Spanish drinks such as Trina, Fanta, and Nestea, while Jenny and Gibbs drank Spanish red wine.
Ziva was still annoyed at Tony for being immature, but she got over it. She didn't want to spend the whole vacation fighting.

Jenny stood up and stretched. "How about some music?" She asked, and walked over to the stereo to turn on some music. "Does 'Sting' sound good?" She asked, and turned up the volume. The song was 'Shape of my Heart". Gibbs stood up and walked over to Jenny. They slow danced to song, and soon enough, McGee and Abby stood up to slowdance as well.

Tony stood up, and offered his hand to Ziva. Ziva smiled up at him and took it. He led her near the two couples slow dancing, and held her close. Ziva's head rested on his chest as the chorus started.

"I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart".

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After a few minutes, the song ended. Jenny walked over to turn off the stereo. "Alright guys, time for bed". She declared. "Go get dressed, and go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow!"

The four teens walked into their room and took out their pajamas from the suitcases. The boys stripped so that they were only in their boxers, and climbed into separate beds. The girls were changing into their bandeaus and boy-short panties in the bathroom. Abby wore a black bandeau with matching boy-short panties, while Ziva wore white. The white contrasted beautifully with her olive complexion.

They exited the bathroom and climbed into their beds as well. Ziva was sharing a bed with Tony, and Abby was sharing with McGee. Ziva reached into her suitcase and took out a book in Hebrew.

"Nice pajamas". Tony stated as he checked Ziva out.

"Thanks, Tony". Ziva said, and turned on her side, away from him, to read.

Tony scooted closer to her and looked over her shoulder at the book she was reading.

"Hebrew sex novels are the best". He whispered in her ear. Ziva swatted him away.

"It's not a sex novel". She said coolly. "It's a murder mystery".

"Mmh-hmm" Tony said. "Sureee".

"Tony stop". Ziva commanded, getting annoyed. "Let me read in peace".

"Then turn off the light, I can't sleep". He whined. He reached over her to turn off the nightstand lamp, but she pushed his arm away.

"Stop it". She demanded.

"Oh, c'mon Ziva. You can read tomorrow. Just go to sleep". He said, and started to draw circles on her hip with his finger.

Without taking her eyes of her book, Ziva grabbed his finger and bent it backward. Tony howled in pain.

"Ziva, stop hurting Tony!" Gibbs yelled at Ziva from the other bedroom.

"How do you know it's me?" Ziva yelled back.

"Cause I know you!"

Ziva scowled and closed her book. She placed the book on the nightstand, and turned off her lamp.

"Thank you". Tony mumbled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Shut up, Tony". Ziva snapped.

"Whatever, Ziva". Tony said icily. "Don't know what your problem is".

"You". she hissed. "You are my problem".

Tony sighed. "Look, I don't know what I did, but you need to put a lid on it. Honestly!".

"Leave me alone tonight. Don't talk to me, don't touch at me, don't even look at me". Ziva hissed again. "Just leave me alone".

"Look, Zi..." Tony started to say, but Ziva interrupted.

"Don't talk to me".

"Ziva?" He asked concernedly. "What's wrong?"

She sighed. "You, Tony. You are an overgrown child, and are incapable of having an adult conversation". She snapped. "Now leave me alone. I want to sleep".

Tony was taken aback by her blunt response. It was true- he acted more like a child than an adult, but it never bothered her before. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and stroked her arm up and down with his finger.

"Can we at least talk about it?" He asked hopefully. Secretly, he hated to be on Ziva's bad side. He wasn't afraid of getting hurt physically, but she could make you feel like scum of the earth. "Please?" He begged, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

Ziva kicked out, and her foot connected with his shin. Tony grunted at the painful impact.

"There is nothing to talk about. Just leave me alone". She said shortly.

Tony sighed. "Fine". He then rolled over on his side, and tried to fall asleep.

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Ziva however, could not fall asleep. Her mind was wandering, and it was keeping her awake. Feeling frustrated, she rolled onto her back and tried to sleep. She remembered that when she was young and couldn't sleep at night, she would sneak into Aunt Nettie's room and climb into bed with her. Aunt Nettie would wake up and beam at her when she snuggled next to her. Ziva would always fall asleep faster when Aunt Nettie was around.

Her mind then wandered to the last time she saw her Aunt Nettie. She remembered cracking the door to Aunt Nettie's room ajar and seeing her sitting in her chair, crying. She remembered when she crawled into her lap and hugged her tight as Aunt Nettie cried. She remembered Aunt Nettie telling her that this was last time she was ever going to see her, and how much she loves her.

Tears started to flow down Ziva's face as she remembered when she was forcefully yanked away by her father from Aunt Nettie as she was leaving. It was all too much for Ziva. She cried silently as the memories of her Aunt Nettie overwhelmed her.

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Tony sensed something was wrong and turned to look at Ziva. Through the slight moonlight that shone through the window, he could see the tears making their way down her face.

"Ziva". He whispered quietly to get get her attention. She looked at him and he could see the agony on her face. It made his heart break. "Come here". He said, lifting the covers up to allow her to come closer to him. She rolled closer and buried her head in the crook of his neck. He laid the covers back over them before wrapping his arms around her. He ran his hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. "It's ok, Ziva". He said, kissing the top of her head.

Ziva screwed up her face against the crook of his neck, and cried harder. She tried to be silent. But a few loud sobs escaped here and there.

"It's ok, Ziva". Tony repeated, trying to calm her down. "Everything's ok. Just go to sleep".