Tony woke from a deep sleep his eyes still adjusting to the bright light slowly filling the room. He had dreamt of her again…as he did quite often. As he dressed he noticed that his clothes were fresh and wondered how they were washed without him noticing.
He stepped out of the small hut he was living in for the time being and took a deep breath taking in the sweet air. As he walked around he noticed an elderly man struggling to make his way down to a small creek that ran through the estate he was holding an beautifully crafted oak cane in one hand and an old fishing pole in the other. He jogged over and without a second thought he gently guided the man to his usual fishing spot. Once seated he was met with a gentle smile and a nod.
“Thank you young man…I usually get down here on my own but this old body just fights with me sometimes.”
“Oh don’t worry about it…it was nothing.”
“The smallest things mean the most…..when we stop and think of others great things can happen.”
Tony sat next to the man…as if the words he had spoken had reached somewhere inside him.
“My names Tony…Tony DiNozzo.”
The man turned and touched his hand and spoke softly but firmly with a Polish accent.
“I am Emil… Emil Kashinsky..”
Tony smiled…he felt calm and relaxed as if he was in the presence of someone great or maybe it was his mind finally telling him that this is how things should be.
“Where are you from…?”
“I am from Warsaw, Poland.”
Tony nodded. “I’m from Long Island, New York, USA”
Emil smiled. “Ah very big city now….when I was a child it was big but not SO big….”
Tony looked at him. “Really when….well I mean how long ago where your born…?”
Emil bated his hook. “Well 1910.…when Poland really didn’t exist and was still cut apart by Russia, Prussia and Austria…so by maps I’m an Austrian…..pah!…But my forefathers were Poles he looked up at the sky and nodded.”
Tony looked at him in awe “So your one-hundred years old…? Wow…..”
Emil laughed.
“Yes boy…I’m old and have seen a lot of things in my life…you’ll find there are many of us here.”
Tony nodded.
“I’m sorry if I imposed myself….I should have asked to help you.”
“No No No…it’s alright many people are afraid to touch me they think I’m glass…but where I come from we respect and cherish our elders.”
“Well….my dad he and I tend not too talk much.”
Emil cast his line and responded.
“Unfortunate…what happened to cause such a strain…?”
“It’s a long story….it started when I was 8 after mom died.”
Emil spoke slowly and with deep conviction as if quoting a Bible verse.
“It is in mothers we learn of love, purity, goodness and honor…when they leave us the world seems a darker place…..for it is our mothers we think of in sad times…either on a far away battlefield or alone with out thoughts. Mothers are the givers of life….and the light in the depths of our soul. Never failing….never yielding…everlasting.”
Tony was stunned and moved by the eloquent words of someone who had been here long before he even drew breath. He remembered his mother yes… she had qualities that were strange at times but there was no doubt that she loved her son and lavished him with love in the eight years he knew her.
After spending several hours with Emil, Tony stood and stretched, Emil looked at him and like Voladya the night before he could tell that something very complex was on his mind.
“What is her name…?”
Tony looked at the elderly man.
“How did you know…I….”
Emil looked back.
“Only a woman would have such an effect on a man…”
“You’re the second person who’s asked who I’m thinking about.” Tony sat back down.
Emil chuckled.
“We here can see through the masks people wear…very easily.”
Tony sighed deeply.
“Her name is Ziva…..she’s…she could do the same thing.”
“Ahh a beautiful name…”
Tony nodded
“Like her….”
***
Ziva sat in a beautiful study inside the Shermanove home…on the phone giving Gibbs her weekly report after several minutes of sitting quietly after her conversation had ended she dialed Abby’s cell…knowing it was very late back in The States….she was happy a tired but awake Goth answered her phone.
“Hi, Abby….”
“Ziva….Hi how are things in the land of bears and ballet?”
Ziva laughed.
“Good….we’re almost done here.”
“Took you a month…..so has Tony kept his hands to himself?”
Ziva sighed.
“Yes, I have made an effort to not be around him as much so we could work more efficiently”
Abby sighed as well
“Ziva…..I know what happened to you….I read your physical and your mental evaluations…they didn’t you know….force themselves on you.”
“No but they….touched me in ways a woman should never be touched…and Tony can not know Abby…he can not… it would hurt him too deeply.”
“But….he wouldn’t ever think less of you…he thinks the world of you.”
Ziva looked out the window.
“I suspected as much…”
Abby sat up in her coffin.
“Ziva…..he….loves you.”
Ziva went silent for several seconds.
“He’s so afraid of pushing you too hard….he can’t get the look you gave him in Somalia out of his mind. When you told him you were ready to die. He told me….that he’s sat up every night since then and couldn’t bare the thought of taking your body home….or back to your father in Israel.
He may not say it a lot to anyone…and mean it….but--”
Abby’s voice shook with emotion.
“I know it’s none of my concern but I know if I don’t say anything…he never would.”
Ziva just sat listening
“He…asked me if he could see your physical I said no…I know what he wanted….to see if you could still have kids…at least in my heart that’s what I think…he’s never talked about babies….ever until you came along. But I think he’s afraid of being like his dad.”
“Abby….” Ziva said warmly
“Yeah..?” Abby replied sniffling
“Thank you for telling me…”
“It’s why we do what we do…..to find out the truth.”
Ziva nodded.
“See you guys soon…”
“Shalom Abby…”
“Shalom Ziva…”
After she hung up Ziva looked out the window to see Tony look over his shoulder at her and offer a small wave which she returned. She then hung her head and quietly wept.
*** Dwight’s Home, James River, Virginia
Tim Shook his head and looked at the clock it was eight AM on Saturday morning his head no longer swam from the shots he had done the night before…he had more then his usual but had also had a great time with his newest co-worker.
He rose slowly out of the soft bed he had been sleeping in. He saw that the house was fairly new and the many boxes he saw had themselves been recently opened.
His feet twitched at the feel of the wood floors… as he walked further down the hall he could hear Dwight’s voice ringing gently down the hall and the gentle hum of what sounded like an organ he stopped and sat down and listened to the tall Southerner sing.
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Tim had never talked about God openly with anyone as he himself had trouble understanding….
Gibbs may have been Catholic before the deaths of his beloved wife and daughter….
Ziva was Jewish and was very private in terms of her spiritual life.
Abby well… she hung out with nuns and wore crosses every now and then and not just to ward off vampires as he tended to think …and Tony was unsure of religion like himself.
As he watched he could see that Dwight expressed deep and loving faith in something far greater then himself…much like a child would in a loving parent.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
He often wondered why there was so much bad….and evil in the world and how could people still believe in a ever-loving being that would forgive man of his sins when evil seemed to be everywhere in the world in which they lived.
As he listened he saw Dwight smile softly as he continued singing with great pride and feeling from a hymnbook that looked aged but lovingly cared for.
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Tim often wondered if someone had been watching out for him during dangerous ops or when escaping harm by miraculous circumstances but like many things….maybe it was just better not to explain away the great mysteries in life.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
As the song finished and the book closed Tim sighed and Dwight nodded his head in agreement…right then and there….all was good.
He stepped out of the small hut he was living in for the time being and took a deep breath taking in the sweet air. As he walked around he noticed an elderly man struggling to make his way down to a small creek that ran through the estate he was holding an beautifully crafted oak cane in one hand and an old fishing pole in the other. He jogged over and without a second thought he gently guided the man to his usual fishing spot. Once seated he was met with a gentle smile and a nod.
“Thank you young man…I usually get down here on my own but this old body just fights with me sometimes.”
“Oh don’t worry about it…it was nothing.”
“The smallest things mean the most…..when we stop and think of others great things can happen.”
Tony sat next to the man…as if the words he had spoken had reached somewhere inside him.
“My names Tony…Tony DiNozzo.”
The man turned and touched his hand and spoke softly but firmly with a Polish accent.
“I am Emil… Emil Kashinsky..”
Tony smiled…he felt calm and relaxed as if he was in the presence of someone great or maybe it was his mind finally telling him that this is how things should be.
“Where are you from…?”
“I am from Warsaw, Poland.”
Tony nodded. “I’m from Long Island, New York, USA”
Emil smiled. “Ah very big city now….when I was a child it was big but not SO big….”
Tony looked at him. “Really when….well I mean how long ago where your born…?”
Emil bated his hook. “Well 1910.…when Poland really didn’t exist and was still cut apart by Russia, Prussia and Austria…so by maps I’m an Austrian…..pah!…But my forefathers were Poles he looked up at the sky and nodded.”
Tony looked at him in awe “So your one-hundred years old…? Wow…..”
Emil laughed.
“Yes boy…I’m old and have seen a lot of things in my life…you’ll find there are many of us here.”
Tony nodded.
“I’m sorry if I imposed myself….I should have asked to help you.”
“No No No…it’s alright many people are afraid to touch me they think I’m glass…but where I come from we respect and cherish our elders.”
“Well….my dad he and I tend not too talk much.”
Emil cast his line and responded.
“Unfortunate…what happened to cause such a strain…?”
“It’s a long story….it started when I was 8 after mom died.”
Emil spoke slowly and with deep conviction as if quoting a Bible verse.
“It is in mothers we learn of love, purity, goodness and honor…when they leave us the world seems a darker place…..for it is our mothers we think of in sad times…either on a far away battlefield or alone with out thoughts. Mothers are the givers of life….and the light in the depths of our soul. Never failing….never yielding…everlasting.”
Tony was stunned and moved by the eloquent words of someone who had been here long before he even drew breath. He remembered his mother yes… she had qualities that were strange at times but there was no doubt that she loved her son and lavished him with love in the eight years he knew her.
After spending several hours with Emil, Tony stood and stretched, Emil looked at him and like Voladya the night before he could tell that something very complex was on his mind.
“What is her name…?”
Tony looked at the elderly man.
“How did you know…I….”
Emil looked back.
“Only a woman would have such an effect on a man…”
“You’re the second person who’s asked who I’m thinking about.” Tony sat back down.
Emil chuckled.
“We here can see through the masks people wear…very easily.”
Tony sighed deeply.
“Her name is Ziva…..she’s…she could do the same thing.”
“Ahh a beautiful name…”
Tony nodded
“Like her….”
***
Ziva sat in a beautiful study inside the Shermanove home…on the phone giving Gibbs her weekly report after several minutes of sitting quietly after her conversation had ended she dialed Abby’s cell…knowing it was very late back in The States….she was happy a tired but awake Goth answered her phone.
“Hi, Abby….”
“Ziva….Hi how are things in the land of bears and ballet?”
Ziva laughed.
“Good….we’re almost done here.”
“Took you a month…..so has Tony kept his hands to himself?”
Ziva sighed.
“Yes, I have made an effort to not be around him as much so we could work more efficiently”
Abby sighed as well
“Ziva…..I know what happened to you….I read your physical and your mental evaluations…they didn’t you know….force themselves on you.”
“No but they….touched me in ways a woman should never be touched…and Tony can not know Abby…he can not… it would hurt him too deeply.”
“But….he wouldn’t ever think less of you…he thinks the world of you.”
Ziva looked out the window.
“I suspected as much…”
Abby sat up in her coffin.
“Ziva…..he….loves you.”
Ziva went silent for several seconds.
“He’s so afraid of pushing you too hard….he can’t get the look you gave him in Somalia out of his mind. When you told him you were ready to die. He told me….that he’s sat up every night since then and couldn’t bare the thought of taking your body home….or back to your father in Israel.
He may not say it a lot to anyone…and mean it….but--”
Abby’s voice shook with emotion.
“I know it’s none of my concern but I know if I don’t say anything…he never would.”
Ziva just sat listening
“He…asked me if he could see your physical I said no…I know what he wanted….to see if you could still have kids…at least in my heart that’s what I think…he’s never talked about babies….ever until you came along. But I think he’s afraid of being like his dad.”
“Abby….” Ziva said warmly
“Yeah..?” Abby replied sniffling
“Thank you for telling me…”
“It’s why we do what we do…..to find out the truth.”
Ziva nodded.
“See you guys soon…”
“Shalom Abby…”
“Shalom Ziva…”
After she hung up Ziva looked out the window to see Tony look over his shoulder at her and offer a small wave which she returned. She then hung her head and quietly wept.
*** Dwight’s Home, James River, Virginia
Tim Shook his head and looked at the clock it was eight AM on Saturday morning his head no longer swam from the shots he had done the night before…he had more then his usual but had also had a great time with his newest co-worker.
He rose slowly out of the soft bed he had been sleeping in. He saw that the house was fairly new and the many boxes he saw had themselves been recently opened.
His feet twitched at the feel of the wood floors… as he walked further down the hall he could hear Dwight’s voice ringing gently down the hall and the gentle hum of what sounded like an organ he stopped and sat down and listened to the tall Southerner sing.
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Tim had never talked about God openly with anyone as he himself had trouble understanding….
Gibbs may have been Catholic before the deaths of his beloved wife and daughter….
Ziva was Jewish and was very private in terms of her spiritual life.
Abby well… she hung out with nuns and wore crosses every now and then and not just to ward off vampires as he tended to think …and Tony was unsure of religion like himself.
As he watched he could see that Dwight expressed deep and loving faith in something far greater then himself…much like a child would in a loving parent.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
He often wondered why there was so much bad….and evil in the world and how could people still believe in a ever-loving being that would forgive man of his sins when evil seemed to be everywhere in the world in which they lived.
As he listened he saw Dwight smile softly as he continued singing with great pride and feeling from a hymnbook that looked aged but lovingly cared for.
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Tim often wondered if someone had been watching out for him during dangerous ops or when escaping harm by miraculous circumstances but like many things….maybe it was just better not to explain away the great mysteries in life.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
As the song finished and the book closed Tim sighed and Dwight nodded his head in agreement…right then and there….all was good.
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oh and i want a vote do u think i should delet the the intier 2 chapter or try to just write an fix it hope that i can fix it to your liking pleas coment and tell me how to make it beter