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NCIS headquarters-

McGee was desperately trying to identify Ziva’s kidnapper, Gibbs was up in MTAC with Vance, talking to Director David, and Tony was…being Tony. He had his feet propped up on his desk and was awaiting the call from Abby about the rest of the evidence.

Every once in a while, McGee glanced over and shot him an irritated look, but he didn’t realize that his partner’s calm demeanor was just an act. Behind Tony’s collected façade, he was panicking. He had no idea where his partner was or even if she still alive. Gibbs said she was fine, but- No, I can’t think like that. Stop it DiNozzo! He mentally head-slapped himself as the phone rang.

Tony quickly lifted the phone off its hook and his mind flashed back to the time when he had first met Ziva. After Kate had died and he was- The Goth forensic scientists’ voice brought him out of his reverie and he listened to what she had to say.

“Okay, Abs. Yeah he’s in MTAC.” He paused while she said something incomprehensible. “Be down in a bit. Bye.” Tony slammed the phone down on the receiver and stood, moving briskly towards the elevator. As he stepped inside ten seconds later, he heard McGee’s voice behind him and turned.

“Tony, wait!” McGee called, trying to catch up before the elevator doors closed. Tony stuck his hand between the closing metal doors and stared at the young agent with a look that said ‘What do you want?’.

“Um, I- uh-” McGee stepped inside elevator and Tony let the doors slide shut. The short ride down to the lab was silent and both agents stepped off as soon as the elevator doors opened.

When they entered the lab, Abby turned, lab coat swirling around her with the motion. “Hey guys.”, she said, turning back around to face her computer. The usual peppiness was not present in her voice and it was obvious she wasn’t taking Ziva’s disappearance well but, then again, neither was anyone else.

“Hey, Abs” both men said simultaneously. McGee walked towards her and stared at the computer screen she was busy studying. Tony came up behind them, curiously looking over their shoulders.

“Have you found anything new?” McGee asked.

“Well there were no prints other than Ziva’s anywhere so whoever kidnapped her must have been wearing gloves.” Abby sighed. “I ran the hair samples you found in the bedroom and all but two matched Ziva.”

“Two?” McGee asked. Tony was still silently listening. “Who do they belong to?” Both McGee and Tony shifted nervously as they awaited her response.

“Well they were from two different people. I got the DNA results back on one of them. Belongs to some guy named...” Abby glanced back at the computer to double-check her findings. “Chris Roberts. From America and no criminal record as far as I can tell. I’m-”

At that moment, Gibbs walked in, coffee in one hand, Caf-Pow! in the other. “What about the other hair, Abs?” He handed her the drink and she took a few sips before answering.

“Thanks. Like I was about to say, I’m still running that one. I ran it through U.S. databases first but no luck. Now I’m running it internationally and it could take a while but it might be for nothing if this person isn’t in the system so-” Just then, the computer behind her beeped, announcing that it had found a match. All four quickly turned to face the screen.

“That’s weird.” Abby said, confused. “It says I have a match but it won’t give me access to the file. It won’t even give me a name.”

Gibbs glared at the screen for a second before speaking. “McGee, help Abby. Find out who it is and why it’s blocking us. Abs, you got an address for this Roberts guy?” Abby handed him a piece of paper. “Thanks. DiNozzo, you’re with me! Let’s go!” he called over his shoulder, already out the door and waiting for the elevator. Tony ran after him.


The basement-

Ziva was losing too much blood. Chazan had left ten minutes ago, after Ziva had fallen unconscious from the pain he had inflicted. Now she was awake again, struggling not to pass out or die from the blood loss. She had to stay awake so she could form an escape plan.

She assumed that what bound her hands, feet, and torso to the cold, and now bloodstained, chair had to be rope. It, like the chair, was soaked with blood. The rope was chafing her wrists so much that they too were bleeding. Ziva had decided that for now, she shouldn’t risk moving them, especially the broken one. No need to add gas to the fire., she told herself. That is how the saying goes, right? She sighed.

Ziva was angry with herself. I could have- should have- taken him down. I was stupid! Careless!, she constantly scolded herself. She wanted to scream in rage, stamp her foot, punch something, but she knew it would not help her condition one bit so she restrained herself from doing so.

Sighing, Ziva wondered if her team had noticed her absence yet. Of course they have, she told herself reassuringly. Gibbs would have noticed right away, and Abby…and McGee. Tony I am not so sure about. Ziva wondered whether or not they had some kind of lead on her whereabouts or captor’s identity.

Deciding that these thoughts would get her nowhere right now, she attempted to stand, but the ropes around her legs made it nearly impossible. She was becoming too weak to even cross the small basement, let alone climb up the stairs, and who knows what would happen from there.

As the blood seeping from her wounds began to dry, Ziva found herself wondering whether she would come out of this alive. Why Chazan thought this would affect her father, she wasn’t sure. What she did know was that she was not going to give in to anything. This man would not receive the satisfaction or victory she was sure he was aiming for. She wouldn’t let him.

And as Ziva David drifted into a restless sleep, she wondered what it would have been like to have a father that did care, that did go to her dance recitals. A father that treated her like a daughter, not one of his officers he just happened to be related to. A weak smile appeared on her face. How nice it would have been…
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