Okay, here it is! I know this is later coming than I said it would be, but I just hadn't been in the mood for writing. Anyway, enjoy, read, and review please!

With Gibbs at the wheel, they arrived at Ziva’s apartment in record time. Tony staggered out of the passenger’s seat but hastily recovered and jogged after Gibbs. Once inside the apartment building, they ran up the stairs full-speed, not wanting to bother with the elevator.

Out of breath and bent over with his hands on his knees, Tony started to say something. “Boss-”

“Try calling her again DiNozzo” Gibbs cut him off, not in the mood to hear Tony complain. He knocked. No response. He knocked harder. Still no answer. “She answer?”
Gibbs turned to ask his wheezing Senior Field Agent.

“Nope, still no answer, Boss” Tony glanced nervously towards the door of Ziva’s apartment. “Think she’s-”
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Ziva’s apartment (late the previous night)-

Ziva awoke suddenly to the feeling of cold metal being pressed against her neck.

“Don’t scream” an eerily familiar voice commanded. “Got it?”

She nodded slightly. Slowly, inch by inch, she moved her hand towards her nightstand, towards her gun. A large, rough hand grabbed her wrist. Shit, she thought.

“Don’t try it Miss David.” The same creepy voice told her. She struggled to remember its owner as whoever it was continued to speak. “Don’t even bother” it chided. “You don’t think I’m that stupid, do you? You’re gun is unloaded. Sitting on the floor behind me.” The man laughed a deep, throaty laugh.

Ziva was racking her brain, trying to figure out who this man was. She mentally ran through a list of names, people in America who would want her dead. Or whatever this man wanted.

She came up short, but when she listened to his menacing voice once more, she caught a hint of an accent. An Israeli accent, she thought. A chill ran down her spine, she knew who this was.

“Akim Chazan?” She spoke the name she hadn’t heard in years. Chazan was a former Mossad officer. He had quit because he felt he was treated unfairly and rumors had surfaced that he still held a grudge for the agency from which he had escaped. Those who knew him said he’d do anything to get revenge. But Ziva had never even worked with him. She had met him several times, but never did anything that would make him hate her. Why does he want me?, she thought.

“Very good, Ziva David” said Chazan, adding emphasis to her last name.

He pulled her forcefully out her bed and held her in a way that prevented her from escaping. His Mossad skills had not been forgotten.

“Let us go. I have big plans for you.” At that, he shoved her out the door and led her out of her apartment and to the stairway. Before she could struggle or try to get free, Chazan hit the side of her head with the butt of a gun. The last thing Ziva felt before drifting painfully into unconsciousness was an arm tightening around her and warm blood flowing from just above her temple and running down her cheek.


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