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ncisficathonAuthor: 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 1,500 Still more to come.
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. Sorry for the delay, exams kinda got in the way as they count this year lol.
Very early the next morning Ziva’s journey began in the back of her father’s chauffer driver town car as she was taken to the Ben Gurion International Airport; her father had insisted that the security detail that would accompany them would ensure they made their way quickly through the extremely busy rush hour traffic. Ziva was quite convinced that in all actuality her father simply wanted to make sure she actually got on the plane. As they pulled up outside the terminal Ziva quickly hugged her father, “You do not have to accompany me to the gate father, I promise I will get on the plane and you will not see me for the next two weeks…”
Eli nodded, “Enjoy yourself Zivaleh, it will do you good…”
She kissed his cheek before elegantly exiting the car; she smiled at the driver who had removed her suitcase from the trunk, grasping the handle she pulled it along behind her as she entered the terminal, she turned to give her father a final quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of people already waiting to check in for their flights. Swiftly moving through the queue of people checking in on the British Airways flight to London, she handed her suitcase over, took her boarding pass and headed for the first class lounge determined to take advantage of the free coffee before boarding; three cups and a couple of magazines later Ziva heard her flight being called and made her way to the gate. Minutes later she was settling back into her first class seat as the hostess handed her her pack of complimentary in-flight items. A little over five hours, four cups of coffee, three chocolate biscuits, a couple of movies and one particularly delicious meal later Ziva was reaching down her carry-on bag and heading out into the terminal at London Heathrow. Safe in the knowledge that her luggage was being transferred by the airline she made her way to the waiting car, slipping into the back seat of the luxury 4x4 she fished her cell out of her bag and called her father, letting him know the first leg of her journey was complete. Call ended she retrieved a book from her bag and began to read as the driver whisked her across the city to Gatwick. From there it was an overnight flight across the Atlantic touching down not long after she awoke in Barbados. The intense heat as she stepped off the plane was in stark contrast to the cool air conditioned cabin she had just left, and she swiftly removed her jacket, tucking it over her arm as she headed towards immigration. Visa approved, and passport stamped she made her way through to the baggage carousals just as the bags began to circle around. She smiled at her luck as her bag appeared fifth on the conveyer belt; slipping in between two waiting families she grabbed her luggage and started for arrivals. Being one of the first ones into the area had its advantages, the terminal although busy was not as crowded as it could have been and she easily spotted a man holding up a card with her name on it, although she was sure she would have seen him anyway, standing a good head and shoulders above all those around him he was not the sort of man you could easily miss. Crossing to him she smiled and held out her hand, “Hi, I am Ziva…”
The other man smiled broadly as he grasped her hand, “My friends call me Sam, come now I am to take you on the last part of your journey.”
He picked up her suitcase with an ease only a man of his size and build could, and with his spare hand gently steered her in the correct direction. Rather than heading out of the airport as she had expected she was directed back towards the tarmac. Following Sam through a set of security doors she stepped out back into the sunshine and looked around her at all the waiting planes. She fell into step alongside Sam as he made his way over the tarmac. The plane they were heading towards was small, Ziva estimated it would only hold about six people; it was also the strangest looking plane she had set eyes on during her lifetime. It was brightly covered and didn’t display any company livery it was clearly an independently owned plane; not unusual in itself but the shape of it was. Its landing gear was partially obscured by what looked like skis. Her wonderings stopped as they reached the plane. Sam easily lifted her case into the back of the plane before offering her a hand up into the small cabin. Stepping up behind her he closed the door and made his way into the cockpit. Settling himself into the seat he reached for his headset and started the engine. He smiled as he glanced back at Ziva who was just finishing fastening her seatbelt. “You all ready to go?”
Ziva nodded in confirmation and Sam turned back to the front, confirming with air control that he had clearance to take off he taxied towards the runway and took off. Given the benefit of being awake this time Ziva was able to take in the beauty of the island and the turquoise sea surrounding it. 30 minutes later Sam turned back to her, “See the island to the left, that’s going to be your home for the next two weeks.”
She looked in the direction he indicated and spotted a small island, white sandy beaches encircled the entire island and lush greenery covered the majority of the island, “Sam, there’s no runway…”
He smiled and turned back to face the front as he began the descent. “My baby don’t need no runway to land…”
One more lap of the island later and Sam was low enough to land the plane. Suddenly Ziva realised why the plane had skis as he touched down on the ocean, navigating the plane around to the wooden jetty Sam expertly pulled up alongside in and lowered the door, jumping down he grabbed the waiting rope and looped it around the leg of the plane, securing it to the jetty. He took Ziva’s case as she passed it through the door to him, standing it upright on the jetty; he reached up and helped her from the plane. Gesturing up the beach he explained all to Ziva, “Everything you need is in the cabin up there, it’s fully stocked with food and everything else you’ll need for your stay. I’ll be back for you in two weeks, enjoy your time on the island…”
She smiled, waved and watched as he untied the plane, climbed back into the cabin, closed the door and took off. She watched until the plane was a mere spot in the distance before turning her back on the ocean and looking up the beach. Pulling up the handle of her suitcase she made her way up the jetty, grateful she wouldn’t have to carry her case across the sand she followed the wooden walkway across the beach and onto the large deck of a house that was to be her home for the next couple of weeks. Leaving her case standing outside she pushed the door open and stepped inside to find a large air-conditioned lounge. Just then a door on the other side of the room opened and she found herself sharing a room with a man she hadn’t seen or spoken to in years. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was standing on the far side of the room, sure his hair was cut a little differently, and perhaps a little greyer; and sure she was more used to seeing him in pants and a sports jacket than the simple white towel that was currently hanging rather low on his hips but there was no hiding from those ice blue eyes. The man she had successfully avoided since her return to Israel was here on her private getaway, a private get away with no way out. As he called out her name and took a step towards her she came out of her revelry and did the only thing she could, she bolted back through the door to the beach. Following the deck around to the back of the house she found a covered seating area, the sides were left open to the elements, but a ceiling fan created a gentle breeze in the area. Moving over to one of the overlarge sofas she collapsed down into the plump cushions and tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do next.
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Date: 2012-01-02 12:25 am (UTC)Can't wait to see where you go with this.
welcome back to writing sweetie!
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for the welcome back, feels good to be writing something other than essays for a change
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:05 am (UTC)Much love,
ZC
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-02 02:55 pm (UTC)*bouncing up and down, waiting for more!*
xoxoxo
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:03 pm (UTC)Off to work now but I have the next two days off so keep your eyes peeled
xox
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-03 11:48 am (UTC)I'm loving this story, and I can see Abby's hand all over it... as it were! Look forward to reading more, and seeing how Gibbs has actually been 'organised' to go on vacation and his thoughts on Ziva's appearance... just a surprise to him or not?
Beautifully written, as always.