Post by sophia on Dec 19, 2007 20:55:25 GMT -5
Hi Guys,
This is a taster of my first ever piece of fan fiction, I'd appreciate reviews but better still a Beta. So if your interested in helping me continue on with this story, read my post in the Beta thread and PM me.
Thanks so much, but most of all enjoy. ;D
Chain Reaction
Rated - M
Summary
Ziva had once integrated so flawlessly, but when a sudden trip to Tel Aviv dredges up unresolved issues, the team rapidly realise how little they truly know about Ziva’s past. Testing the team’s friendship and loyalty to destruction Ziva starts reverting to her Mossad ways, and is caught aiding a supposedly rouge foreign agent.
Gibbs and the team are pushed to the limit as they struggle to find an explanation for her increasingly bizarre behaviour, and her apparent disloyalty. The divide continues to grow even when the agent is proved innocent, with both injured parties burnt and distrustful.
With events spiralling out of control Ziva decides not to trust anyone, even as they reach out to her knowing something’s seriously wrong. When Tony witnesses Ziva in what appears to be unprovoked rage against a suspect. Gibbs is forced to react, ordering her to shape up or ship out.
The ramifications of the situation that she’s got herself into start to dawn on Ziva, as she questions how serious the pains she’s been getting are. Everything hits the fan in a matter of seconds when Ziva collapses in front of McGee and DiNozzo. Then Ducky makes a startling discovery.
Struggling to keep it all together after being confronted by the life and death situation of a member of his team Gibbs redefines family.
Prologue-
Over a year, Ziva thought. It had been over a year since she had last touched this soil. It felt so surreal to be back, like maybe she’d woken from a dream and none of it had actually happened. The grass was maybe longer, and the white of the headstone not quite as glaring as before. If she didn’t look too hard however, just didn’t focus on the names. It could be the same as before.
This was no dream though, the early morning dew soaking through her trousers serving as a physical reminder to the reality of the situation. She wasn’t going to wake up. There was no escape from the words so neatly carved in the stone that silently mocked her.
She reached forward like she had done so many times before, running her fingers over the cool marble. This was different through, the precise indentations felt foreign to her fingertips. The name wasn’t weathered like her mothers, which like her few memories of the woman was faded. It didn’t have the slightly smooth edges of her sister’s name either. It had harsh edges, like the man himself she added bitterly.
Two days ago she had learnt of her father’s death, a month after the event. It wasn’t too bad she considered, since according to the headstone she was already dead. Technically then, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her, to see her own name carved neatly above her father’s. He had told her two months prior she was dead to him, she just hadn’t realised he’d meant it so literally.
Years of training prevented Ziva from jumping as the sudden vibration of the cell phone in her pocket startled her. She deftly flipped it open knowing what the unknown number meant. Another one, another offer of money, an assassin with no country…. Just a gun for hire apparently, a mercenary for the highest bidder.
“Hola, Ms Da-veed,” greeted the heavily accented Latino voice. The words she was going to say died on her tongue as the anger that had been brewing the last two months erupted.
“I will not be brought!” she shouted as she ripped the cell phone away from her ear thrusting it at her father’s name. The satisfaction she felt in the resulting crunch more than made up for the pain she now felt in her hand. Broken shards of plastic cut into her palm, but she didn’t care. Watching her blood stain the grass below was almost poetic, she was positive Abby would see the twisted irony of it all.
She bowed her head defeated at the thought of Abby and the team she’d left behind, they knew so little about her, yet chose to trust her. How did she explain any of this to them, there just wasn’t the words to explain you’re dead but not really.
She snorted at the thought though, McGee would give her that confused expression, Tony would compare it to some movie he saw once, Gibbs would stare silently but knowingly, and Abby well she’d properly dress her all in black.
Her happiness was short lived as she dropped the mangled bloody remains of her cell phone on the grass and stood up. There was so much to do, and she’d already wasted too much precious time. It was time to tie up the loose strings…..
Festive wishes
Sophia
This is a taster of my first ever piece of fan fiction, I'd appreciate reviews but better still a Beta. So if your interested in helping me continue on with this story, read my post in the Beta thread and PM me.
Thanks so much, but most of all enjoy. ;D
Chain Reaction
Rated - M
Summary
Ziva had once integrated so flawlessly, but when a sudden trip to Tel Aviv dredges up unresolved issues, the team rapidly realise how little they truly know about Ziva’s past. Testing the team’s friendship and loyalty to destruction Ziva starts reverting to her Mossad ways, and is caught aiding a supposedly rouge foreign agent.
Gibbs and the team are pushed to the limit as they struggle to find an explanation for her increasingly bizarre behaviour, and her apparent disloyalty. The divide continues to grow even when the agent is proved innocent, with both injured parties burnt and distrustful.
With events spiralling out of control Ziva decides not to trust anyone, even as they reach out to her knowing something’s seriously wrong. When Tony witnesses Ziva in what appears to be unprovoked rage against a suspect. Gibbs is forced to react, ordering her to shape up or ship out.
The ramifications of the situation that she’s got herself into start to dawn on Ziva, as she questions how serious the pains she’s been getting are. Everything hits the fan in a matter of seconds when Ziva collapses in front of McGee and DiNozzo. Then Ducky makes a startling discovery.
Struggling to keep it all together after being confronted by the life and death situation of a member of his team Gibbs redefines family.
Prologue-
Over a year, Ziva thought. It had been over a year since she had last touched this soil. It felt so surreal to be back, like maybe she’d woken from a dream and none of it had actually happened. The grass was maybe longer, and the white of the headstone not quite as glaring as before. If she didn’t look too hard however, just didn’t focus on the names. It could be the same as before.
This was no dream though, the early morning dew soaking through her trousers serving as a physical reminder to the reality of the situation. She wasn’t going to wake up. There was no escape from the words so neatly carved in the stone that silently mocked her.
She reached forward like she had done so many times before, running her fingers over the cool marble. This was different through, the precise indentations felt foreign to her fingertips. The name wasn’t weathered like her mothers, which like her few memories of the woman was faded. It didn’t have the slightly smooth edges of her sister’s name either. It had harsh edges, like the man himself she added bitterly.
Two days ago she had learnt of her father’s death, a month after the event. It wasn’t too bad she considered, since according to the headstone she was already dead. Technically then, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her, to see her own name carved neatly above her father’s. He had told her two months prior she was dead to him, she just hadn’t realised he’d meant it so literally.
Years of training prevented Ziva from jumping as the sudden vibration of the cell phone in her pocket startled her. She deftly flipped it open knowing what the unknown number meant. Another one, another offer of money, an assassin with no country…. Just a gun for hire apparently, a mercenary for the highest bidder.
“Hola, Ms Da-veed,” greeted the heavily accented Latino voice. The words she was going to say died on her tongue as the anger that had been brewing the last two months erupted.
“I will not be brought!” she shouted as she ripped the cell phone away from her ear thrusting it at her father’s name. The satisfaction she felt in the resulting crunch more than made up for the pain she now felt in her hand. Broken shards of plastic cut into her palm, but she didn’t care. Watching her blood stain the grass below was almost poetic, she was positive Abby would see the twisted irony of it all.
She bowed her head defeated at the thought of Abby and the team she’d left behind, they knew so little about her, yet chose to trust her. How did she explain any of this to them, there just wasn’t the words to explain you’re dead but not really.
She snorted at the thought though, McGee would give her that confused expression, Tony would compare it to some movie he saw once, Gibbs would stare silently but knowingly, and Abby well she’d properly dress her all in black.
Her happiness was short lived as she dropped the mangled bloody remains of her cell phone on the grass and stood up. There was so much to do, and she’d already wasted too much precious time. It was time to tie up the loose strings…..
Festive wishes
Sophia
