Getting to Know the truth~ It was only a kiss

Okay now we go 16 years back. To Tony and Ziva.

It was a stakeout again. Cramped up in a small shabby room, in an equal small and shabby apartment building, watching everyone who came and went into the even more shabby, but not as small apartment building across the street.
"Well I don't think we're going to see anything, we've been at this for days." The voice of Anthony DiNozzo rang out across the room.
It was true, they had been at this for five days, trading off with McGee and Gibbs.
"Gibbs seemed sure that this is where the drug ring-leader lives" Ziva David called out in reply. She was quite beautiful. The woman the Tony predominatly thought of. He wished she could be his, but Ziva would never agree to anything like THAT.
"Have you ever thought that maybe Gibbs is wrong this time?" He asked.
"Gibbs is never wrong." Ziva said more bluntly than she intended to.
"Ziva what is wrong?" He asked, not even trying to hide the tone of concern in his voice. For tears had started to well in her eyes.
"Nothing" she snapped back, but something was wrong because three years ago today, she shot her half- brother Ari.
Tony didn't stop staring at her in concern. For this was Ziva, Ziva the Mossad assassin. She never cried, never EVER. and yet here she was about to break down into tears.
"All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see." Tony sang softly to Ziva. She turned her head so her dark eyes were level with his blue ones. Then, it was if a lightbulb clicked on in her head she knew what she wanted and that it had been in front of her for years. Then their mouths were closed on each other. They pulled apart. Their warm breath still lingering in each others mouths. They were on each other pulling off each others clothes, kissing the whole time. That was how it started. With the kiss. They only stopped making love to each other when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Glancing up at the clock Tony muttered "Shit"
"What?" Ziva asked.
"Gibbs" Tony said motioning towards the clock, for it was time for them to change shifts.

Getting to Know the Truth Part 2~ Leroy Jethro Gibbs

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Yes, exactly where to start. It was in the Star of David I wore around my neck- well sort of. The necklace was my mother's. I had got it on my 6th birthday. It had came with a letter, a letter that I still had in the top drawer of my desk, a letter signed with the name Leroy Jethro Gibbs. So that is where I would start my search, I would talk to this Leroy Jethro Gibbs, for I was pretty sure he knew my mother- and well too. I stopped walking abruptly, for I had finally reached my grandfather's house, where I had lived all my life. Oh, frick!!! I thought my he'll be sooo mad if he hears about this out burst! I was hoping he would find out, but fat chance at that given that he is the director of Mossad. I marched up to my room, tears stinging at my face all the way, wondering what my grandfather would think if he knew I was crying now. I got to my desk, opened the drawer and pulled out the two letters I had received. The first one, the oldest one, the one that came with the necklace said



Tali,
I'm sure you're wondering who I am, for now let's just say I was a friend of your parents. Your mother would never forgive me if I didn't tell you that you were named after her younger sister, who died when she was only sixteen. With this I sent your mother's necklace, she would have wanted you to have it. Happy Birthday!
Leroy Jethro Gibbs


I don't know why I even bothered to read it, I've read it so many times in the last nine years that I had it memorized. I pulled out the other one. This one came on my 10th birthday. It said.


Tali,
Hello! Do you remember me? I sent you the necklace 4 years ago. I just wanted you to know that if you ever need, or want, answers come to me, I can explain everything. With this I am also giving you a knife that once belonged to your mother, but since I can't send it through the mail, I came here, I talked to your grandfather and explained somethings to him. He wanted to know why I didn't just tell you now, but I told him you weren't ready yet and you would know when you are ready. You will just know, and I want you to come to me. Happy Birthday!
Leroy Jethro Gibbs


Now was the time to know the truth, I could feel it. Just as this Gibbs guy suggested, I would go to him, but I needed to plan first. Only I couldn't think. I walked down stairs wondering what I should do since I couldn't seem to think about my parents or Gibbs at all and well didn't know where to begin planing this trip. The I stopped. I had just walked past the piano. I might as well play something on it. You might think that it is a bad idea, to sit around playing the piano when I needed to be planning a trip to DC, but for me it actually was a very good idea. Playing the piano always seemed to calm me down and I needed calming down now, if I ever did. I sat down the whispered softly "This is for you Mom, Dad, grandfather" the latter I added very reluctantly. "and Leroy Jethro Gibbs" I finished and began to play through the tears that had started to fall from my face stinging the keys as my fingers danced across them.

New Tiva fan fiction- Prolouge: a search for answers

This is something new I was experimenting with. Please tell me if I should continue or leave it alone. I'm going to be working on At Death's Door, my other fic for awhile.

"Toooonnnnnnnyyyy" a woman screamed out just as a bomb exploded. Then there was nothing, but darkness.


"Miss David maybe you can share how many elements are in the perodic table, since you seem to know so much about the subject. You think you can sleep through class."


I sat up groggily the horrible screech from the dream still lingering in my mind. I'd been have that dream every night, well more than every night. More like everytime I fell asleep. I think it would get boring after awhile- if it didn't scare me senseless everytime I had it. Those people in it were my parents. I just knew even though I had never seen them before, and only occasionaly in photographs.



"Miss David?" my teacher said. Oh crap, the question. I hadn't a clue.

"Um, I don't know" I mumbled out.

"Well maybe you should sleep in class then." the tone in her voice really irked me.

"You know I find your tone very irksome, because I'm sure you would feel the need to sleep in class to if you kept having a nightmare about your parent's death every single night"

"Your parents were moles and traitors both to Israel and the United States." oh boy as if I hadn't heard THAT one before.

"Listen I think I'll just leave right now if you're going to besmirch my parents good name." Then I got up and walked out slamming the door as I went. I ran out of the school on to the streets of Tel Aviv. Tears were stinging at my eyes my did everyone think my parents traitors? I was on a search for answers, a search for answers to know exactly how and why my parents died and most importantly why everyone thought they were traitors. What's really good? I think I know just where or who to start my search with.