AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
CHARACTERS: Abigail Sciuto & Ziva David
SUMMARY: Set before the Season Nine finale. Abby persuades Ziva to go to a woman who will tell them their future by reading cards.
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just my take, given the spoilers we have had, as to what could happen prior to the finale. After all, anything is possible.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
"Come on, Ziva, it'll be fun."
"I do not wish to, Abby. I do not believe in such things."
"Well, if you don't believe in it, then it won't matter, will it? You won't have to worry about what she might say. Please, Ziva. I don't want to go in there alone."
Ziva sighed. "Very well, Abby; for you."
"Yay!" Abby said, bouncing on the spot. Ziva smiled at her. Grabbing Ziva's hand Abby dragged her into the building. "Hello," she said, smiling at the woman who sat behind the table. "I'm Abby and this is Ziva; we'd like our cards read, please."
The woman looked at them. "You are sisters?"
Abby glanced at Ziva who gave a small shrug. "We're family," she said firmly.
"Then sit down." The woman stared at them in silence. Abby could feel Ziva starting to fidget and even she had to admit she was starting to feel a little uneasy. Then the woman spoke again. "These, I think," she said, picking up two packs with identical backgrounds. "These are of my own design; they have never been seen before, you will be the first people to use them."
"Cool. Right Ziva?" Ziva just gave Abby a half smile.
The woman shuffled one pack and put it down in front of Abby. Then shuffled the second pack and placed it in front of Ziva. "Cut the pack four times towards me." Abby glanced at Ziva who nodded and together they reached for their packs. The woman picked the top cards from the cut nearest to her and looked at them. She frowned and reached for the second; then the third. "No. This is not possible. Cut again."
"What's the matter?" Abby asked.
"I think we should -"
"Cut again." As one they did. The woman looked at the cards and back at them. "You have chosen exactly the same cards twice. This is not possible. Your connection to one another must be very strong."
Abby shrugged. "It is. Tell us."
After a moment the woman pointed to the first cards. "You have both been offered love and have both rejected it. You will both have a second chance. Take it." There was a hint of an order in her tone. "The next card shows you will soon both have an important decision to make; the hardest you have ever had to make. This card shows danger, more danger than even you," she looked at Ziva, "have ever known. And this - No. Get out. Get out now. Here, take your money and go."
"But - what have you seen." Abby said.
"The future." The woman said her tone full of dread.
"We are going." Ziva stood up and dragged Abby out of the building. "She is a fraud. She was just after our money. She -"
"Ziva, she gave us our money back," Abby clung to Ziva's hand.
"She was just trying to scare us."
"Well, she succeeded."
Hands still joined they stared at one another.