Ncis Gibbs Ziva Novels & Stories

one night, hunters, Zion died protecting his family, and Ziva and the child were taken away. My stomach churned, I didn´t want to find the fate of my sister, I didn´t want to know if she also died, most likely she did because Zane stopped hearing her in his head... I took another drop of blood and searched for Ziva... Nothing. Usually, when someone is dead, you feel the bond breaking in the blood, but with Ziva, there was nothing that would give me a lead, hope, or closure.

“You think the law serves people like us? We own pieces of it, Lorenzo, but not the whole pie. And Pigo? He doesn’t play by rules. He moves people around like checkers and burns the board after.” Gabriel cut in, voice sharp. “Besides, I already got the team. Not you. Not Zia. Not Nia. Not even me. Ghost Squad. Former special ops, current shadows. Faces unknown. They go in clean. No trace. No fallout.” Lorenzo turned to Zia. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted high. “They have my mother,” she said. “I don’t care how dirty we have to get.” A brief silence.

And yet, wrong. They were supposed to have time together. Not much, but a little. And now that would never happen. "Ivy, we need to hear your side of what went on," Logan said. She nodded. "Do I start now, or are you going to record me?" "We're recording this." Zora set her phone on the coffee table. "State your name for the record?" "Ivy Ashley." "Logan Muller, Aegis Group." "Zora Clark, NSA." She shifted in her seat. "Ivy, can you tell us about your undercover mission?"

But she had everything fit and fine with nothing above and beyond. "Come inside", I invited her. She accepted my invite. Normally I would have just said that Kyle wasn't home. But she was the only person I had as a visitor and I was dying for some company. "I thought Kyle lived alone", she said with a forced smile. Ah she wanted to know who I was? I gave her an answering smile. I knew she was dying to know who I was. "I'm Ziva. I'm crashing here for a few days", I said to her. I could hardly tell her that a mobster was after me and I'm hiding out here. Her smile dissipated when she heard my name.

Black dress. Blue mask. Short silver hair catching the light. My chest tightened painfully. No. It couldn’t be. She lifted her head. And I saw her eyes. My world tilted. Those eyes. Fierce yet guarded. Strong but cautious. Eyes that once looked at me like they could see through every wall I built. Zena. My pulse thundered in my ears. This wasn’t possible. She couldn’t be here. Not standing on a stage like she was something to be sold.

How many news alerts will pop up on my cell? “Gina.” His voice was hard. No-nonsense. “Look at me. Now.” My eyes disobeyed me. They raked up his body until they found a sea of bright blue. “We will figure this out. Do you understand me? It’s unexpected and sudden, but we will fix this.” Tears born of a real fear filled my eyes. “My past could destroy you. How can you even look at me?”

"The Russos are murderers! Arrest them!" Sirens wailed outside. An FBI strike team burst through the doors, immediately slapping cuffs on Julian and my adoptive parents. The lead agent walked up to Vivienne. "Miss Valenti, thanks to your intel, we raided The Abyss." I floated in the air, my mind totally blank. What was he talking about? Then, a final piece of security footage popped up on the screen. It turned out that after I died, the person leading the strike team into the morgue of The Abyss... was Vivienne.

Marcus’s voice crackled back, instantly recognizing the tone of a man ready to wage a global war. Vivian Vance let out a breathy, mocking chuckle. "You’re too late, Ethan. By the time your jet crosses the Atlantic, Leo will be in a black-site in Eastern Europe. The Obsidian Coalition doesn't make mistakes." Zara moved so fast it was a blur. She crossed the three feet between them and drove the heel of her hand brutally into Vivian’s throat. Vivian choked, her eyes widening in shock as she slammed backward against the heavy oak doors of the boardroom. Zara pinned her there, her forearm pressed ruthlessly against Vivian’s windpipe, cutting off her air.

He started going. “And where do you think you’re going?” asked princess Zuba “I am walking away; we don’t belong together” “I was going to kill you, or turn you into a vourdalak”, she told him. “But no, you will live; I have marked you with my bite”. She started crying with one eye. When Jason saw this, he returned and embraced her. He checked her face, and embraced her again with tight grip. The two were locked for some moments.

After exchanging glances with his brothers, Ian finally replied, “…Fine. We’ll do as you say!” With that, the brothers quickly got to work. Zivon himself remained at the base to scan through the records of the potential suspects… and since his health had been relatively normal up to this point, Zayne found himself slowly dozing off… However, it was in the dead of night when he suddenly jolted awake from a loud thud… and upon looking in Zivon’s direction, he was shocked to see that the man had collapsed! What on earth had happened?!