10 Years Abby/Ziva Prompt; Anniversary PG-13
TITLE: 10 Years
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Abby/Ziva
WORD COUNT: 820
SUMMARY: It is 2019 and Abby reflects over the past ten years. Perhaps a bit AR, as I have taken a few liberties and made some suppositions
SPOILERS: For Aliyah and perhaps a bit for the upcoming season.
PROMPT: Abby:Anniversary. Submitted for ncis_shared Thing-a-thon VIII
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while but put them away tidily
Abby took the knife and smoothed the white frosting on the cake. She then took the pastry tube full of black icing and piped 10 Years in block letters. Beneath it she piped two female stick figures, holding hands.
She smiled as she reviewed her handiwork. Here she was nearly 40 years old and still reveling in her Goth-ness.
A door slammed and she heard a voice call “Abby, where are you?”
“In the kitchen, Aahron.”
A sturdily built eleven year old appeared in the room and immediately began swiping icing from the cake.
“Hey…you!” Abby said with mock severity. “You are messing in Abby’s domain.”
“Sorry...where is Ziver?” the boy asked.
“I told you, that is a special nickname.”
“I know. Only Gibbs could call Mom that.”
“And you remember that.” Abby said as she handed her son the spatula. “She will be home in fifteen minutes. You okay with spending the night over at the Martins?”
“Yeah, you and Mom want to have some 'private time' tonight.” Aahron said as he happily licked the spatula clean of icing.
Abby reached out and rubbed the boy’s short cropped hair.
“Thanks A. You better go get your stuff ready. Mrs. Martin said that she would pick you up at six.”
“K” the boy said as he turned and left the room.
As Abby watched him leave, she couldn’t help thinking about all that had happened in the past eleven years.
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It began that day that Ziva decided to stay in Israel. “To finish what Michael had started” her father had said.
It had gone wrong from the start. Ziva had been captured and severely beaten.
Director Eli David and several of his top officials were killed by a car bomb.
As all Intel regarding her mission had been Need to Know and as all those knowing were dead, Ziva was essentially set adrift.
When Gibbs heard of the death of the Mossad Director, he feared for the life of his former liaison officer.
Unable to rescue Ziva himself, he released certain information along all the right channels.
A black op managed to locate the young woman and return her. For humanitarian reasons…Ziva was pregnant.
Back at NCIS, all hell broke loose. Leon Vance was under suspicion for making un-authorized arrangements with Israel. He quickly resigned and Tom Morrow was coaxed out of retirement to help smooth the roiling waters.
Ziva was returned to a DC hospital and Abby was at her side almost night and day. It was touch and go for a while but both the young woman and her baby survived.
It was during this time that the close friendship between the Goth girl and the Mossad agent grew in to a deep love.
So much so, that after the birth of Aahron Jethro David, Abby moved in with Ziva.
As all her ties with her homeland had been severed, Ziva applied for US citizenship. Gibbs was able to re-instate her as an official team member.
Tony had difficulty coping with the fact that he had shot Aarhon’s father; He finally left, taking advantage of an opening at the LA office of NCIS.
Two years passed quickly. Aahron grew into a healthy toddler. But that spring their beloved Ducky suffered a minor heart attack and retired. Finding work to be just that with out his lover of many years, Gibbs took an early retirement.
At Director Morrow’s suggestion, Timothy McGee was moved into the team leader position. McGee and Ziva along with a host of “Probies” worked together for several years.
Until that July when Ziva took a round to the knee. Not life threatening, but defiantly ending her career in the field.
The new director fully aware of her Ninja skills was able to persuaded Ziva into staying with NCIS as an instructor.
So today ten years later Tim, Abby, Ziva and Jimmy were still a team of sorts at NCIS.
“Abby?”
The dark haired woman was jolted from here reverie.
“In the kitchen”
Ziva came into the room. She was a little heavier and she walked with a bit of a limp. But she was still the beautiful woman Abby had fallen for years ago.
Just then a car horn beeped. An eleven year old burst of energy hurtled through the kitchen.
“Hi Mom.” he said as he threw himself against Ziva in an Abby-esque hug. “Love you.”
He bounced to Abby and pecked her on the cheek, “Love you too!”
He said as he ran out the door. “You and Ziver have fun!”
The two women watched their son sprint from the room. They turned, looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Ziva then walked over to Abby and gently but firmly pushed her up against the wall. She pulled the taller woman into a kiss. A deep passionate kiss.
Gazing in to the big green eyes she said, “Happy anniversary…now let us go and have fun.”
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Abby/Ziva
WORD COUNT: 820
SUMMARY: It is 2019 and Abby reflects over the past ten years. Perhaps a bit AR, as I have taken a few liberties and made some suppositions
SPOILERS: For Aliyah and perhaps a bit for the upcoming season.
PROMPT: Abby:Anniversary. Submitted for ncis_shared Thing-a-thon VIII
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while but put them away tidily
Abby took the knife and smoothed the white frosting on the cake. She then took the pastry tube full of black icing and piped 10 Years in block letters. Beneath it she piped two female stick figures, holding hands.
She smiled as she reviewed her handiwork. Here she was nearly 40 years old and still reveling in her Goth-ness.
A door slammed and she heard a voice call “Abby, where are you?”
“In the kitchen, Aahron.”
A sturdily built eleven year old appeared in the room and immediately began swiping icing from the cake.
“Hey…you!” Abby said with mock severity. “You are messing in Abby’s domain.”
“Sorry...where is Ziver?” the boy asked.
“I told you, that is a special nickname.”
“I know. Only Gibbs could call Mom that.”
“And you remember that.” Abby said as she handed her son the spatula. “She will be home in fifteen minutes. You okay with spending the night over at the Martins?”
“Yeah, you and Mom want to have some 'private time' tonight.” Aahron said as he happily licked the spatula clean of icing.
Abby reached out and rubbed the boy’s short cropped hair.
“Thanks A. You better go get your stuff ready. Mrs. Martin said that she would pick you up at six.”
“K” the boy said as he turned and left the room.
As Abby watched him leave, she couldn’t help thinking about all that had happened in the past eleven years.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It began that day that Ziva decided to stay in Israel. “To finish what Michael had started” her father had said.
It had gone wrong from the start. Ziva had been captured and severely beaten.
Director Eli David and several of his top officials were killed by a car bomb.
As all Intel regarding her mission had been Need to Know and as all those knowing were dead, Ziva was essentially set adrift.
When Gibbs heard of the death of the Mossad Director, he feared for the life of his former liaison officer.
Unable to rescue Ziva himself, he released certain information along all the right channels.
A black op managed to locate the young woman and return her. For humanitarian reasons…Ziva was pregnant.
Back at NCIS, all hell broke loose. Leon Vance was under suspicion for making un-authorized arrangements with Israel. He quickly resigned and Tom Morrow was coaxed out of retirement to help smooth the roiling waters.
Ziva was returned to a DC hospital and Abby was at her side almost night and day. It was touch and go for a while but both the young woman and her baby survived.
It was during this time that the close friendship between the Goth girl and the Mossad agent grew in to a deep love.
So much so, that after the birth of Aahron Jethro David, Abby moved in with Ziva.
As all her ties with her homeland had been severed, Ziva applied for US citizenship. Gibbs was able to re-instate her as an official team member.
Tony had difficulty coping with the fact that he had shot Aarhon’s father; He finally left, taking advantage of an opening at the LA office of NCIS.
Two years passed quickly. Aahron grew into a healthy toddler. But that spring their beloved Ducky suffered a minor heart attack and retired. Finding work to be just that with out his lover of many years, Gibbs took an early retirement.
At Director Morrow’s suggestion, Timothy McGee was moved into the team leader position. McGee and Ziva along with a host of “Probies” worked together for several years.
Until that July when Ziva took a round to the knee. Not life threatening, but defiantly ending her career in the field.
The new director fully aware of her Ninja skills was able to persuaded Ziva into staying with NCIS as an instructor.
So today ten years later Tim, Abby, Ziva and Jimmy were still a team of sorts at NCIS.
“Abby?”
The dark haired woman was jolted from here reverie.
“In the kitchen”
Ziva came into the room. She was a little heavier and she walked with a bit of a limp. But she was still the beautiful woman Abby had fallen for years ago.
Just then a car horn beeped. An eleven year old burst of energy hurtled through the kitchen.
“Hi Mom.” he said as he threw himself against Ziva in an Abby-esque hug. “Love you.”
He bounced to Abby and pecked her on the cheek, “Love you too!”
He said as he ran out the door. “You and Ziver have fun!”
The two women watched their son sprint from the room. They turned, looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Ziva then walked over to Abby and gently but firmly pushed her up against the wall. She pulled the taller woman into a kiss. A deep passionate kiss.
Gazing in to the big green eyes she said, “Happy anniversary…now let us go and have fun.”