Author: PrincessTiva PM
When Alison is confronted with her past, will Ziva and Tony be able to help her? And who is that guy Ali is constantly talking about? Read and find out! Contains lots of Tiva!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Ziva D. & Tony D. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 7,047 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 06-21-12 - Published: 06-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8213282
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A/N: As many of you asked for it, here's the second story of my series "Alison". It'd be convenient if you read my first story in this series which is called "Alison". ;)
This fanfiction definitely contains Tiva and lots of Ali :) It's gonna be about six chapters long but I already planned another story in this series ;)
Summary: When Alison is confronted with her past, will Ziva and Tony be able to help her? And who is that guy Ali is constantly talking about? Read and find out!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own NCIS or any of it's characters but I DO own Alison, the storyline and all the new characters! YAY! :)
„Ziva, do you have a second?", Alison asked sounding really serious. "Sure, Ali. What's up?", Ziva replied. Ali stared at Tony, who was standing behind Ziva and had put his arms around her waist.
"Alone?", Ali demanded. Ziva eyed her surprised. Ali wasn't the kind of girl who made a big deal of talking alone. She didn't even know her niece had secrets. She turned around and faced Tony.
"Would you give us a second, honey?", she asked. Tony nodded: "Sure, take your time, my girls. I'll go grocery shopping. Is that okay?" Ziva smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"See you later.", she said. Tony grabbed his purse and walked out the door of their apartment. Ziva and him had decided to move in together and now lived like a little mixed-up family.
Ali was kind of their daughter. At least they were taking care of her and they were her parents when it came to the juristic part. Ali was totally fine with that.
Ziva and Tony got along really well now and she finally had people around her, who cared for her like real parents would. When the door was closed, Ziva turned around and faced Ali. "So, Ali. What's the matter?", she questioned.
"Can we at least sit down for a sec?", Ali demanded. She really wasn't keen on talking to Ziva about something serious like that while standing in the middle of the kitchen.
Her aunt nodded and followed her to the living room. They sat down on the couch and Ali turned to face her. "Ali, what is this all about? You have been acting strange lately. Did anything happen?", Ziva asked concerned.
Ali shook her had. "Nah, not exactly. I mean, yes, a couple things have changed but that's besides the point..kinda.", she babbled. She didn't know how to put her problem in words.
Actually she hadn't planned on telling anyone. Ever. But now she had to. There was no other choice. "Oh come on, Ali. Just shoot. You know that you can trust me.", Ziva assured her.
Ali sighted. She needed to do this. "Remember that boy I told you about? Andrew.", she started. Ziva nodded: "The boy you went to Homecoming with and who was your Homecoming King when you were Homecoming Queen?"
Ali smiled. A couple weeks ago she had been crowned Homecoming Queen. Now she was the most popular girl at school and everyone wanted to be her friend or – especially – boyfriend.
But Ali used to ignore them. Not that she was a stuck-up bitch. She just didn't need people around her, who were just being nice because she was the popular Homecoming Queen.
Her best friend Ashley was always there for her. She had been before and she was now. She'd probably be forever. But that was besides the point again. Ali shook her head to get those thoughts out of her mind.
"Yes, exactly. That's him. Well the thing is.. I kinda like him. I really do. But..", she continued to explain. Ziva looked at her. Was her niece afraid to love?
Hadn't she been the one to tell her that love was the most easiest thing in the world? "But what?", she questioned. Man, this was getting on Alison's nerves.
Sure, her aunt was a NCIS special agent but who the hell needed that at home. She was kinda interrogating her. Ali looked at her annoyed and Ziva knew what she meant.
Her expression immediately softened. "Ali, tell me about it.", she said in a softer tone. "In fact I don't just like him. I love him, Ziva. And he told me the other day, that..", she trailed off.
This was really hard to explain. Ziva gave her niece a reassuring smile and she continued: "He told me that he loves me. But I ran. He doesn't know that I feel the same way. I just ran."
Tears were forming in her eyes. Hell, what was wrong with her. Ziva put her arms around her and hugged her. "Ali. Why did you run? What's wrong with you?", she murmured in her hair.
Ali pulled away and brushed away the tears with her thumb. "I'm afraid.", she whispered. Ziva looked her in the eyes, searching for an answer. What was Ali afraid of? How could she help?
"Afraid? Of what?", she finally managed to ask. "Of him being close to me. But it's not only him. I'm afraid of men being close to me in general.", Ali admitted. Ziva thought about it.
What she was saying made sense. That was why she never let Tony hug her. She'd always lied about the reason. She'd said that either it was too hot outside or she didn't want to ruin the moment by a girly-thing.
Ali hadn't even let Gibbs hug her. The closest thing Ziva had ever seen Ali with a man was when Gibbs had kissed her on the forehead. She tried to remember every detail of that scene.
Had Ali shivered? Ziva wasn't so sure anymore "Why, Ali?", Ziva asked softly. Ali tried to avoid Ziva's gaze. She answered really quietly: "Grandpa." That single word made Ziva shiver.
It explained so much. She immediately felt the anger rising in her gut. "What did he do to you, sweetie?", she breathed. Ali looked up again, locking her eyes on Ziva's for support.
"He did terrible things to me. I don't remember them all. When I said something against his orders he hit me, when I said that I didn't want to join Mossad he told his men to make things clear.", she explained.
"Oh, Ziva, I'm so, so afraid that it will happen again. He was always so close when he hit me, I was pinned up against a wall. I can't take it anymore. I'm so afraid, Ziva.", Ali cried out and let herself fall into Ziva's arms.
She buried her face in Ziva's shoulder and allowed the tears to fall. Ziva put her arms around Ali and rubbed her back softly. "Shh, sweetie. It's alright.", she whispered into her hair and hold her close.
How could her own father do that to her Ali? She was his granddaughter after all. Ziva knew that Eli was not fair and that he was really rude. But she'd never expected him to do anything like that.
Ali was 16 now, so back then she was under 14. A cold shiver ran down Ziva's back when she thought about it. "Ali. Is it just the memory or are there scars or anything?", she asked after a while. Ali pulled back and looked at Ziva again.
"There are three scars on my back. They're not that worse but they still remind me of grandpa. Three scars. It doesn't mean anything but to me it's like a symbol. Three scars stand for three letters. E. L. I.", Ali started and Ziva looked at her worriedly.
"Don't worry, Ziva. I'm over it. It's just the memories.", Ali assured her as if she had read her mind. Ziva nodded. "Sure thing, Ali. But please promise me one thing. If something like that ever happens to you again, tell me asap.", she demanded.
Ali smiled. "I will.", she promised. Then Ziva sat up straighter again and faced Ali. "So what about Andrew? You are afraid that he might remind you of a situation from Israel. You are afraid that he might hurt you.", Ziva said and it was more a statement than a question.
Ali nodded. "Yes, Ziva. I know it's stupid but..", she started but she was cut off by Ziva: "No, Ali. It's not stupid." Ali knew exactly why Ziva was so sure about that.
She had experienced something much worse when she was kidnapped in Somalia. There were only a few people who knew about it and Ali was one of them.
She could understand her aunt and she was sure that her aunt could understand her. "Do you think he would understand?", Ali blurted out. Ziva was shocked. She didn't expect Ali to ask it that directly.
She did expect her to ask sometime but not right now. "Well, I guess he will. I mean, he loves you after all.", she replied and smiled. Ali smiled back. "Yeah. That's true."
"Do you trust him?", Ziva asked. Ali nodded: "Yes, I do. So I gotta tell him, right? It's the only way to make things work between us." "That's right, Ali.", Ziva answered and cupped her cheek.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading, hope you enjoyed :) Please leave a review! :)