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In Ziva’s apartment-

After a few minutes of inspection, Gibbs and Tony decided to declare the vacant apartment a crime scene. Gibbs called McGee and the young agent arrived soon after with Palmer and Ducky, who was driving.

They pulled up in front of the apartment building and hurried inside. They rode the elevator to Ziva’s floor with all the necessary gear and entered the open apartment.

Everyone was silent as they collected possible evidence and carried it down to the van. Although no one would admit it, they all held their own silent fears for the Mossad assassin they had come to love. Thoughts and questions ran through each of the team members’ heads but all went unspoken until Gibbs announced that it was probably time to wrap it up.

They all left carrying something or other. Palmer went first, followed by McGee and then Ducky and Tony. Gibbs shut and locked the door and then leaned against it. He pulled off his NCIS cap and ran a hand through his silver hair. Vance and Director David are going to have my ass., he thought angrily. Quickly, he ran down the stairs to catch up with the others. They were still silent. Gibbs wondered how Abby was handling this. Not well., he guessed.


Back in at headquarters-

“Well try harder, McGee!” Gibbs shouted to his agent. He walked briskly out of the bullpen, ever-present coffee in hand, and headed for the Caf-Pow! machine. Gibbs wasn’t any happier when he arrived in the forensics lab but he put on a calmer face when Abby turned towards him.

“Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!” a worried Abby called, running towards him. “Gibbs, I’m sooo worried about Ziva! Do you think she’ll be okay? I hope she is. Who kidnapped her? Where is she? Is she okay? Did you find her yet? I-”

“Abs!” Gibbs interrupted her rambling, handing her the Caf-Pow! and giving her a much-needed hug. “I don’t know. That’s what the evidence will hopefully tell us. You got anything yet?”

Abby sighed. “I usually like evidence but not when it’s-” her voice broke and cut off. “I just want her to be okay” she whispered. Gibbs pulled her in for another hug.

“She’ll be fine, Abs.” he assured her. “Now tell me whatcha got.”

Abby sipped her Caf-Pow! and began telling him what she had found, her platformed toe tapping nervously the entire time. “Well the blood on the pillow and stairs was definitely Ziva’s and there were no other prints but hers on the gun. I basically had to put her whole phone back together because it was in pieces but no luck with prints on there either.” She let out a deep, shaky breath. “I’m running some other tests on this stuff” she gestured to the bags of evidence lying on the metal table behind her. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“Thanks, Abs” Gibbs kissed her on the cheek and left the lab. He took the elevator back up to the squad room, ascended the steps to the second floor and didn’t bother to knock before he entered Director Vance’s office.

“Gibbs.” Vance said, without a hint of surprise over the agent barging into his office. “Have a seat.”

Ziva (in the basement)-

Ziva awoke to the sound of dripping in the corner of the room. She tried to inhale through her mouth but it was full of blood and she choked. It took all her strength and then some to pull herself over to the wall and then up in a sitting position once again. Ziva spit out as much blood as possible and was now breathing heavily. I have to get out of here. I will get out of here., she told herself.

The door swung open to reveal Chazan standing at the top of the basement steps. He switched on a light and saw Ziva, sitting up again. “Ziva, Ziva, Ziva.” he scolded her. “You are a fighter. Your father trained you well.” he smirked as he descended the stairs.

“What do you want?” she whispered to him menacingly. He put his big hand around her neck, holding it tightly.

“What was that, Miss David?” he growled. “You will have to speak up.” His grip got tighter as Ziva did her best to keep the same menacing tone.

“I said what the hell do you want? You-” Chazan shoved her back and let go of her neck, cutting off her words and nearly tipping the chair backwards. Ziva gasped and choked on more blood but she listened as her captor began to answer her question.

“What I want, Miss Dah-veed,” he spat, “is revenge.”

“For what?” Ziva asked coldly. He slapped her across the face with his strong, rough palm and Ziva resisted the urge to wince or cry out.

“For the way Mossad treated me!” he shouted. “And you, Ziva David, are the best way to get my revenge. Daughter of the Director. The only child he has left. This will make him understand! He will pay for Mossad’s actions and so will you! Two birds with one...gun, yes? I quite like the way that sounds.”

Ziva snickered. “You are wrong, Akim.” She said. “My father will not care that I am dead. He will not avenge me and NCIS will find you. They will kill you too, Akim.”

“You are lying!” Chazan shouted. He grabbed the chair Ziva was bound to and shoved it up against the basement wall. Ziva gasped, her left wrist making a sickening crack as it was pinned between the rest of her body and the wall with what seemed like all of Chazan’s strength. He pressed a knife to her throat.

“I will make this torture slow and extremely painful.” he whispered as he repositioned the knife and slowly ran it along her upper arm, slicing deeper as it progressed. Ziva hoped, no prayed, that her team at NCIS would find her soon.
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