Full Circle: Chapter Fifteen

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Title: Mistress


 

Wednesday April 20th2005; Motel; unknown; 9:00am

 

"What are we really doing David?" Julie asked as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She leaned against the wall and looked at David with almost sad eyes.

 

David frowned, a little miffed at her using his given name since they'd agreed she would be calling him by his alias. ''What are you talking about?''

 

"I'm not a fool David. Us staying together will only happen once you've finished this mission you're on." she sighed, "Who are you chasing.”

 

David sat up and stared at Julie for several moments. "James and I have a younger brother. We're going after the bastard that abused him as a kid."

 

Julie nodded stiffly and dressed in a pair of blue slacks and a black v-neck top. Then she went back into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. When she came back out, he was gone.

 

She pursed her lips angrily. He had an entire secret agenda, one she knew nothing about nor how far he'd go to complete it.

 

. . . . . .

 

David pulled into the driveway of a beautiful log house and whistled in awe. His parents had money but, nothing like this. He took a good look at everything as he walked to the door and rang the bell. He knew Christopher DiNozzo would be home, the man often ran his business out of here because it was more convenient.

 

The man that answered the door was probably only a few years older than him with thinning light brown hair and frosty blue eyes. He narrowed his eyes at David. "Yes?"

 

David almost smiled at how creepy he made that sound but kept a straight face, ''I'd like to speak to Mr. DiNozzo, please."

 

The man looked him up and down and sneered at his state of dress, ''He doesn't have the time."

 

David caught the door before it could be slammed in his face, ''Tell him David Wilson is here. He will see me.”

 

There was a tense silence for a moment before the man led him in. He was instructed to wait in the foyer, something he was relieved for, since he could have been made to wait outside. He was inspecting a strange piece of art when Christopher arrived.

 

''You're the oldest one are you not?"

 

David straightened, spun around and looked up at the top of the stairs. He nodded in answer to the question and waited.

 

Christopher's ice blue eyes narrowed, "You were the better one. You have ten minutes."

 

"Is he happy?” David asked, because that was all that really mattered.

 

Christopher hesitated, ''Yes….He still has some issues because of your father but he is happy.”

 

David nodded. "Good, I'm glad. How did you meet him?"

 

He was the youngest of a group of boys who broke into our Jersey home. He was also the only one to get caught. I wont tell you why my wife and I detoxed him and took him in, but we did and we've never regretted it."

 

''Thank you. He'd probably be dead if it weren’t for you." Christopher nodded and David took his leave. He didn't need anything else from Tony’s adopted father.

 

Wednesday April 20, 2005; Naval Yard; D.C.; 2:00pm

 

Kate and Ziva were at their wits end, all they could do was wait. They'd gone through all their evidence, been through all the records and still had nothing for Gibbs that would help them find Jonathan or David Wilson. And McGee was their only hope in finding anything out about Antonio, yet he hadn’t come up with anything.

 

So while Gibbs was updating the Director, who was strangely curious about the case, they headed towards the gym. With the need to loose the frustration building within them they figure a good spar would do the trick.

 

They changed quickly with little talk then chose the mats they were going to spar on. Surprisingly, no one else was around. They circled around each other, before Ziva took the first shot.

 

“Do you have any siblings?” Kate asked. She ducked, took a hit then retaliated.

 

Ziva was silent, methodical, and accurate. “They’re both dead.”

 

“I’m sorry,” Kate told her sincerely.

 

They spared for several more minutes in silence, each getting hits on the other but neither getting the upper hand. Kate wondered if Ziva was going easy on her, but couldn’t figure out why. Ziva was going easy on Kate, but it was only because she wanted to assess Kate’s skill without giving away her own.

 

“Do you have brother s and sisters?” Ziva asked suddenly.

 

“A younger sister and three older brothers.” Kate answered, dancing back to avoid a kick. “Matthew is five years older than me, is married and has three kids. Jacob is three years older than me and has a son. His wife left him. Luke is a year younger than Jacob and he just recently got engaged. Ruthanne is two years younger than me and she just got married.”

 

Ziva kicked Kate’s feet out from under her and pinned her to the ground. “Your name isn’t biblical like theirs.”

 

“Does it matter?” Kate asked struggling. Her tone was defensive and her eyes had flashed.

 

“It’s just interesting,” Ziva answered with a slight shrug, not releasing her hold.

 

“Well it's not."

 

Ziva nodded and waited for Kate to relax. Then they got up and started again. Kate was more aggressive this time, putting more power behind her moves, and anger. Ziva guessed the name thing had some sort of significance, but for the life of her she could not figure out why.

 

She was completely taken by surprise, and a little turned on, when Kate overpowered her and tackled her to the ground. They struggled for a bit, but Kate had found great strength in her anger and Ziva knew that she couldn't win. If it had been a real fight, she would not have hesitated to use her knife.

 

They spared a third time in which neither of them won. Though Kate was coming down from her anger induced high she still had the strength and determination to win. Ziva chose not to use any of her dirty tricks in case she overdid one of them and hurt Kate, or worse.

 

When they were finished an hour and a half had passed. They cooled off, took quick showers and changed.

 

"I'm sorry," Kate said suddenly as she pulled up her pants and did them up.

 

Ziva's eyes covertly watched the movement of Kate's hands. They slide up her topless body to lock with Kate's. "For what?"

 

“My family are devout Catholics, church every Sunday and then some, depending on the holiday. I didn’t question why my name wasn't biblical until I was 15, when I actually realized my siblings' names were biblical. My mom had an affair, and to kind of throw it in my face as if it were my fault, I got a secular name. I hate it.”

 

Ziva nodded. She wondered if that was how Ari had felt about his name, being both Arab and Israeli. She felt sorry for them both, more so, because she didn't know how to respond to it.

 

“I'm sorry."

 

Kate shrugged it off and resumed dressing. “It normally doesn't bother me now, I guess you just caught me off guard.

 

Ziva nodded, "Do you go against your faith because of it?"

 

Kate paused, leaving the flat expanse of her stomach exposed. “I think it's one aspect of why I'm not really a believer anymore. Also, I've never really experienced God, not in the way some have, so how can I believe in something I don't personally know is there?”

 

The shirt dropped the rest of the way, covering Ziva's view, "Faith?"

 

Kate snorted, "Only in people who deserve it, same as my trust.”

 

“Do you trust me?" Ziva wondered, stepping closer, so that there was barely any room between them.

 

Kate didn't miss a beat, "I do now, I'll be honest with you, I didn't when we first met."

 

Ziva nodded, leaned forward and captured her lips in a soft but searching kiss. Kate was surprised to find herself responding and actually liking it. It was like nothing held ever experienced before, and she wanted more.

 

Ziva pulled back, "I can see that this won’t go against your beliefs." Then she leaned back in and resumed the kiss.

 

Wednesday April 20, 2005; Unknown; northern California; 5:00pm

 

“Hello Samuel,” Jonathan greeted his old friend from college.

 

Samuel was five years older than Jonathan with greying black hair, faded green eyes and a natural haunted book to his face.

 

“Jonathan. What in the Devil's name are you doing here?"

 

"Can’t I be here for a visit?"

 

Samuel shook his head, ''Nothing is ever so simple with you. Come on.”

 

He let Jonathan into the fair sized apartment and to the living room, grabbing them both a beer on the way.

 

''You still practicing all that religious shit? "Samuel asked gruffly.

 

Jonathan laughed, "That was only to placate my wife. She was highly religious. I won't ever have to do so again though."

 

“She leave you?"

 

Jonathan shook his head, ''She's dead."

 

“Shit!'' Samuel set his beer on a table. “What the hell happened?"

 

''My son David shot her. He's coming after me.”

 

Samuel snorted, "He won't get you here, he would not dare."

 

Jonathan nodded, "How have you been Sam."

 

Samuel smirked, "Better than you it appears. I've got all I need, not a mansion but it suits me well"

 

“Good. That's exactly what I need."