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ncisficathonTitle: Gothic Interference
Author: Swithers
Written for: Zivacentric
Prompt: That would give it away, all will be revealed in the end
Archive: Please ask permission first
Genre: Romance/AU
Pairings: Gibbs/Ziva
Rating: M by the end
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Ziva and Gibbs do not belong to me they belong to CBS and DPB
Word Count: This part is 1,200 it will be longer.
Summary: Ziva David is relatively happy alone - Until someone interferes.
Spoilers: Up to 6.25 Aliyah. Then we go a little AU
Author’s Note: In this story universe Somalia never happened, Ziva stayed in Israel and as such her relationship with her father is much improved.
Author’s Note for Zivacentric: When I saw this come up again I knew I had to write it for you. Sorry for the delays, there was only so many times I could put of uni work to write without failing out of my course. I hope you enjoy!
In a quite suburb to the north of Tel Aviv’s central district stood a largely non-descript building. It blended seamlessly in with the other structures on the street, everyday hundreds of people walked briskly past, not sparing a second glance at the sandstone building as they continued on with their daily tasks. Citizens passed back and forth completely unaware of the true significance of the building; not a single one of the people heading for the bus stop at the corner of the street, or heading to the small café opposite realised that hidden behind the red stone walls and the simple wooden door were many of the people responsible for ensuring the safety of their country.
If one of those people however were to venture through the door they would have found themselves in a highly secure holding area, a rather clinical looking waiting area, only those with the correct credentials could venture beyond that point and into the highly sophisticated home of the intelligence agency. Hidden deep inside the building, comfortably located in an air conditioned office sat the Deputy Director of Mossad, Ziva Rivka David. The woman who looked so comfortable behind her desk was almost completely unrecognizable from the one that had spent 5 years in America working with Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his team at NCIS. Espresso brown hair that had so frequently pulled back in a ponytail was now swept back into an elegant top-knot, with a few loose strands escaping to frame a very beautiful face. A neutral gloss was swept across her lips, creating a slight sheen, whilst mascara and eye liner emphasised her deep brown eyes. A crisp white shirt fitted snuggly around her curves, and her previously favoured combat pants had been replaced by a black pencil skirt that highlighted her tiny waist. Long slim legs extended unseen beneath her desk, ending in 4 inch stiletto Jimmy Choo’s. This Ziva David was not afraid to use her appearance to get what she wanted from those around her, but those that truly knew her weren’t fooled, Deputy Director David may regularly be found in designer suits and heels but every man and woman she over saw remembered very well that Ziva was a highly skilled assassin, capable of putting a bullet between the eyes of a target from over a mile away, or snapping a neck in two with one swift motion.
Ziva glanced up from her paperwork as she heard a quiet known on the door; she smiled slightly as she saw her father standing in the entrance to her office. Her relationship with him had improved dramatically since her return from America, for the first time in her life she had the relationship with him that she had always craved, she had his respect and she knew he was proud of her. for the first time in many years he had let her back in behind his walls and it was no longer unusual for him to show her affection when they were alone. “Director David, I thought a benefit of making it to the big office on the top floor was that people came to you and not the other way around.”
Eli smiled fondly at his daughter as he shut the door and crossed the room to sit in the chair opposite her, “I am here as your father not your director Zivaleh, I think I can stretch to a two minute walk…”
She smiled slightly and moved out from behind her desk and crossed to the large sofa in the corner, settling herself against the plush cushions she slipped her feet out of her shoes and tucked them up beneath her before gently patting the space next to her, “Is something wrong Abba?”
She watched as he rose from the chair and moved over to her, lowering himself into the space next to her, “Nothing is wrong Zivaleh, though I am concerned about you.” He reached across and placed his finger gently over her mouth to prevent the protests that were already forming on her lips. “I am not concerned about your ability to do your job Ziva, since your return from America you have proven yourself repeatedly, you earned your position as Deputy Director and there is not a person in this organisation that questions that face; but Zivaleh I am concerned about you. I have seen the security reports, I know what time you enter and leave the building, the hours you work, you have no time to yourself. If you have taught me anything Zivaleh it is the importance of family. Do not work yourself so hard you do not think of it until it is too late… besides at some point I am going to retire, perhaps I would like some grandchildren to fill my time with…”
Ziva laughed, “Children? As in more than one… And who would you have father these children…”
Eli smiled and relaxed back into the cushions, “Well I shall leave that decision up to you but you need to take some time to yourself, spend some time outside of the building, and actually give yourself a chance to meet someone.”
“I spend time outside of the building abba!”
Eli laughed, “When normal people are still asleep Ziva! Who do you propose to meet outside if all you do when you leave the building at 1am is go to your home, before coming straight back here before 8 the next morning, only stopping to get a coffee across the road…”
Ziva pouted, “What we do is important father…”
Eli nodded in acknowledgement, “But it is not the be all and end all, do not make the same mistakes I did Ziva, there are many things I would change given the chance, there are many things I missed out on during your childhood, I am trying to make it up to you now ahuva, but I will never get that time back, and I will never get the chance to watch my Tali grow up. You have holiday owed Ziva, I think you should take it…”
“Is that an order father?”
“No, just a suggestion Ziva, perhaps you ought to take advantage of that holiday you won…”
Ziva looked up at him in surprise, “How did you…” She smiled slightly, “Never mind, you are head of an intelligence agency, I know you have your means…”
“So you will go…”
“I do not remember entering any competition father; it could be some sort of con…”
“Ziva do you think I would suggest it to you without confirming the details? You will go and enjoy two weeks in the sun, you will relax, and you will come back prepared to live your life and not just survive…”
She smiled again and shifted on the sofa to lean against her father, smiling as his arm travelled around her shoulders. “I cannot promise that abba, but I can promise I will try…”
Eli leant down and kissed the top of her head, “Go home, take the rest of the day to pack, your plane leaves early in the morning…”
Ziva took one look at her father and realised it was not an argument she had a chance of winning, she dipped her head in acquiescence, placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, before rising and making her way from her office.
Author: Swithers
Written for: Zivacentric
Prompt: That would give it away, all will be revealed in the end
Archive: Please ask permission first
Genre: Romance/AU
Pairings: Gibbs/Ziva
Rating: M by the end
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Ziva and Gibbs do not belong to me they belong to CBS and DPB
Word Count: This part is 1,200 it will be longer.
Summary: Ziva David is relatively happy alone - Until someone interferes.
Spoilers: Up to 6.25 Aliyah. Then we go a little AU
Author’s Note: In this story universe Somalia never happened, Ziva stayed in Israel and as such her relationship with her father is much improved.
Author’s Note for Zivacentric: When I saw this come up again I knew I had to write it for you. Sorry for the delays, there was only so many times I could put of uni work to write without failing out of my course. I hope you enjoy!
In a quite suburb to the north of Tel Aviv’s central district stood a largely non-descript building. It blended seamlessly in with the other structures on the street, everyday hundreds of people walked briskly past, not sparing a second glance at the sandstone building as they continued on with their daily tasks. Citizens passed back and forth completely unaware of the true significance of the building; not a single one of the people heading for the bus stop at the corner of the street, or heading to the small café opposite realised that hidden behind the red stone walls and the simple wooden door were many of the people responsible for ensuring the safety of their country.
If one of those people however were to venture through the door they would have found themselves in a highly secure holding area, a rather clinical looking waiting area, only those with the correct credentials could venture beyond that point and into the highly sophisticated home of the intelligence agency. Hidden deep inside the building, comfortably located in an air conditioned office sat the Deputy Director of Mossad, Ziva Rivka David. The woman who looked so comfortable behind her desk was almost completely unrecognizable from the one that had spent 5 years in America working with Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his team at NCIS. Espresso brown hair that had so frequently pulled back in a ponytail was now swept back into an elegant top-knot, with a few loose strands escaping to frame a very beautiful face. A neutral gloss was swept across her lips, creating a slight sheen, whilst mascara and eye liner emphasised her deep brown eyes. A crisp white shirt fitted snuggly around her curves, and her previously favoured combat pants had been replaced by a black pencil skirt that highlighted her tiny waist. Long slim legs extended unseen beneath her desk, ending in 4 inch stiletto Jimmy Choo’s. This Ziva David was not afraid to use her appearance to get what she wanted from those around her, but those that truly knew her weren’t fooled, Deputy Director David may regularly be found in designer suits and heels but every man and woman she over saw remembered very well that Ziva was a highly skilled assassin, capable of putting a bullet between the eyes of a target from over a mile away, or snapping a neck in two with one swift motion.
Ziva glanced up from her paperwork as she heard a quiet known on the door; she smiled slightly as she saw her father standing in the entrance to her office. Her relationship with him had improved dramatically since her return from America, for the first time in her life she had the relationship with him that she had always craved, she had his respect and she knew he was proud of her. for the first time in many years he had let her back in behind his walls and it was no longer unusual for him to show her affection when they were alone. “Director David, I thought a benefit of making it to the big office on the top floor was that people came to you and not the other way around.”
Eli smiled fondly at his daughter as he shut the door and crossed the room to sit in the chair opposite her, “I am here as your father not your director Zivaleh, I think I can stretch to a two minute walk…”
She smiled slightly and moved out from behind her desk and crossed to the large sofa in the corner, settling herself against the plush cushions she slipped her feet out of her shoes and tucked them up beneath her before gently patting the space next to her, “Is something wrong Abba?”
She watched as he rose from the chair and moved over to her, lowering himself into the space next to her, “Nothing is wrong Zivaleh, though I am concerned about you.” He reached across and placed his finger gently over her mouth to prevent the protests that were already forming on her lips. “I am not concerned about your ability to do your job Ziva, since your return from America you have proven yourself repeatedly, you earned your position as Deputy Director and there is not a person in this organisation that questions that face; but Zivaleh I am concerned about you. I have seen the security reports, I know what time you enter and leave the building, the hours you work, you have no time to yourself. If you have taught me anything Zivaleh it is the importance of family. Do not work yourself so hard you do not think of it until it is too late… besides at some point I am going to retire, perhaps I would like some grandchildren to fill my time with…”
Ziva laughed, “Children? As in more than one… And who would you have father these children…”
Eli smiled and relaxed back into the cushions, “Well I shall leave that decision up to you but you need to take some time to yourself, spend some time outside of the building, and actually give yourself a chance to meet someone.”
“I spend time outside of the building abba!”
Eli laughed, “When normal people are still asleep Ziva! Who do you propose to meet outside if all you do when you leave the building at 1am is go to your home, before coming straight back here before 8 the next morning, only stopping to get a coffee across the road…”
Ziva pouted, “What we do is important father…”
Eli nodded in acknowledgement, “But it is not the be all and end all, do not make the same mistakes I did Ziva, there are many things I would change given the chance, there are many things I missed out on during your childhood, I am trying to make it up to you now ahuva, but I will never get that time back, and I will never get the chance to watch my Tali grow up. You have holiday owed Ziva, I think you should take it…”
“Is that an order father?”
“No, just a suggestion Ziva, perhaps you ought to take advantage of that holiday you won…”
Ziva looked up at him in surprise, “How did you…” She smiled slightly, “Never mind, you are head of an intelligence agency, I know you have your means…”
“So you will go…”
“I do not remember entering any competition father; it could be some sort of con…”
“Ziva do you think I would suggest it to you without confirming the details? You will go and enjoy two weeks in the sun, you will relax, and you will come back prepared to live your life and not just survive…”
She smiled again and shifted on the sofa to lean against her father, smiling as his arm travelled around her shoulders. “I cannot promise that abba, but I can promise I will try…”
Eli leant down and kissed the top of her head, “Go home, take the rest of the day to pack, your plane leaves early in the morning…”
Ziva took one look at her father and realised it was not an argument she had a chance of winning, she dipped her head in acquiescence, placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, before rising and making her way from her office.
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