First Day of Work

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Who: Wilson and OPEN
Where: The doctor's office
What: The Doctor is IN.
When: Day 50, bright and early.

The doctor's coat fit him

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It was not particularly bright or early when Ziva found herself outside of the closed office door, the IN sign hanging mockingly in the window.

She had done as she said she would, heading into the diner early enough for the breakfast crowd. If there were a breakfast crowd. And of course there had not been. Peaksville was not inhabited by enough captives to require a breakfast crowd and, what was more, most of the other people were probably doing just as she had, reporting to whatever job West had seen fit to give them. So there had not been much cooking, not much of anything, really, except thinking and cleaning

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Wilson was beyond bored. He really was not used to having no patients. Work, for him, at PPTH was an almost endless stream of patients and meetings and doing rounds and paperwork. Here, it was like working in the clinic with no one waiting in the clinic. He was sure that House would appreciate this pace, given that the man was used to having about 2 or 3 patients a month, but this was all new to Wilson.

He was just about to start ripping his hair out when he heard a soft knock and a woman (a very attractive woman) walked in looking a little nervous. She also looked familiar.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Wilson," he replied, slipping right into his patented friendly doctor motif. "What can I help you with today?" And if he added just a little flirtation to his smile, what would it hurt?

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"Nothing," she said, far too hastily. She winced slightly at that, stopped, smiled and started again. "That is I have this friend--Abby? She said I should see you. She is worried."

Again, she stopped herself, because really it was unlike her to ramble so, those rare occasions usually involved an unhappy Gibbs. Sighing, she leaned a hip against the wall, giving her head a shake. "I am sure that did not make much sense....I am here because my friend Abby is concerned. She wants me to make sure that everything is all right after..." She paused, and her smile faltered. "After my trip to the cornfields. She suggested I come see you. Apparently, you made quite the impression," she added, the smile returning though perhaps a shade less bright.

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A concerned look crossed Wilson's face when the woman was too quick to answer. That was usually a sign of someone that wasn't okay, but really hated doctors. His face lightened though at the mention of Abby.

"Oh, you're friends with Abby? How's she doing?" He stopped then, as she continued to speak and mentioned being in the cornfield. Considering House came back blind, something really could be seriously wrong. "Why don't you come in and sit down and tell me what's going on and I can give you a regular check up, make sure everything seems on the up and up."

He gestured for her to come into the exam room and sit down. "I know whatever happened to you out there, you probably don't want to talk about it, but it might be affecting your health. So, if you can, would you mind telling me everything that's happened leading to you feeling... off, Ziva? It is Ziva isn't it? You look an awful lot like the girl I went sledding with a few days ago."

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There was only a slight hesitation before she moved towards the exam room. She did not particularly like going for a doctor's exam under normal circumstances and these were anything but. Still, she was here and there was nothing particularly worrisome about a standard exam.

"Abby, yes, we are good friends. We work together back in Washington," she said as she crossed the room, sitting and placing her hands in her lap.

Her gaze averted when he spoke of the cornfields but it returned to his immediately when he called her by name, her eyes narrowing in question, head tilting slightly as he explained. Then they widened in recognition. "You are Jimmy?" she asked, a smile returning to her face. She gave a little laugh. "You were a very cute child...And an excellent sledder."

If they could spend the entire visit talking about such things, perhaps this would not be so bad.

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Wilson gave her his best charming smile (the one he used with all his hesitant patients) as she made her way into the exam room. "Now, I don't want you to worry. I'm just going to do some basic tests and ask a few questions. The typical 'open up and say ahh' kind of thing, okay?" Looked like Wilson's bedside manner wasn't rusty at all, or at least he hoped it wasn't

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Ziva gave him a nod, following his instructions without complaint or hesitation. There was nothing to hesitate about at this point, she knew there was nothing wrong with her physically. At least, not so long as she was not trying to punch the heavy bag at the YMCA

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Wilson was glad to see her relax as he continued to examine her. He hoped that the more relaxed she was, the more she trusted him and the more likely it was that she'd share a bit more about what was going on with her. It wasn't that he really wanted to know. Wilson was really a more 'duck and cover' kind of guy when it came to the things West was doing to people. As much as he wanted to go home, he wanted to avoid things like House and Ziva had gone through too

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She smiled. She had had dealings with the CIA, none of them pleasant, and she was sure that many would say the same about Mossad. She nodded. “I believe that would be a fair comparison. And Mossad operatives, like your CIA agents, are trained extensively in many forms of combat-I have been extensively trained,” she said, leaning forward, her frustration leaking into her voice.

“Basic hand to hand, karate, Sambo, Krav Maga-and now,” she had been ticking each style off on her fingers but let the hand fall as she paused, taking a calming breath. “And now, it is as though I have had no training at all. That was West’s price. My training, my skill.” She stopped short of saying that she was essentially defenseless, but she most likely did not need to.

She wanted to pace, wanted to do something, but she refrained, instead lacing her fingers together between her knees. “I cannot even hit a punching bag,” she said, her voice lower now, edged with loathing, gaze on the floor

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"Wow," Wilson said, honestly impressed as Ziva mentioned all the combat training she'd recieved. It sounded like it was a damn good thing he was on her good side. Wilson was most definitely a lover and not a fighter.

Then she actually mentioned what her deal had been and his features tightened slightly and momentarily. It was apparent that it was quite the deal for her, but Wilson just plain didn't understand. So she couldn't fight anymore, so what? At least she hadn't lost her damn sight. It took him a moment to school his features again and smile at her.

He'd just managed to get himself back under control and was about to reassure her as best he could when she continued. Now that made sense, there just had to be more to her deal.

"A bonus? What else did he do?" he asked, hoping none of his previous annoyance showed through in his tone. He really did honestly hope he could make her feel better, but he couldn't deny, at least to himself, that so far he didn't understand her plight.

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She may have dealt away her combat training, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with her observational skills. She caught the tail end of the look that passed over his face, understood that he did not get it. And though she felt a flash of annoyance of her own-she had known this was more than likely pointless, had she not?-she could not fault him for his lack of understanding. It would not be easy for anyone from such a different background to grasp that this loss was not, for her, such a simple thing

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Wilson leaned back slightly, looking thoughtful. It was true, there really wasn't much he could do. Even neurology and psychology specialists would have problems here, considering Peaksville didn't seem to run in the same reality he was used to. Still, for the first time since arriving he wished for the expertise of someone like Foreman.

He wasn't completely useless in this area though, he just needed some more time to figure out exactly what he had in inventory. He seriously needed to bone up on his medical history, that was for sure.

"These flashbacks," he started, not yet giving away that he might be able to help, at least a little bit. "Do they happen more at specific times? Are you having more like waking hallucinations? Or are they vivid dreams?"

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"Specific times?" Ziva gave a slight shrug. "I do not think enough time has passed to say for sure. They have seemed very random so far."

She thought a moment about the second and third quetstions, going back over the most recent occurences. "I would have to say both. I was awakened by one my first night back. It was very real. I could feel the sand rubbing against my skin under the ties..." she said, left hand going unconsciously to the opposite wrist and rubbing it.

"And during the day it is much the same. It is almost as though I have literally been transported back to Somalia, even though the entire time I am more or less aware that I am really no longer there."

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Wilson rubbed the back of his neck and looked thoughtful. He didn't want to admit it just yet, but he was pretty sure that Ziva was right, he couldn't help her, not really. If there was one thing Wilson truly hated, it was telling a patient that there really wasn't anything he could do.

"Well, I can see why you were hesitant to come here. If we were back home, I'm sure I could help you, but the bottom line is, West can do things I previously thought impossible and being stuck in this time period with no actual proper hospital means I don't have access to anything that could help me figure out what he's done to you. Honestly, the best I can do for you is give you some Valium to calm you down after an episode," he said, sounding as bad about the diagnosis as he felt.