Part III of Scorpia Rising

Chapter 1

It had come all different. He had really wanted to kill Ziva. That was what they had planned. They had been absolutely sure and they haven't seen any problem in it. At least, they haven't noticed. Ziva was fully American and she was able to make her own decision. They had even invited her father to the wedding. This had been the greatest mistake they could have done:

It was a nice morning, Saturday. Tony woke up with the good feeling that he would marry today. He looked at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He smiled. It brought bad luck to see the wife before the wedding.

Therefore Ziva had slept this night at Abby's house where they also had partied. Tony had celebrated his stag party in a bar together with McGee, Ducky, Jimmy and a few other friends. It had been really cool, at least what Tony remembered from it. He stood up and moaned.

'Ziva will kill me if I ever drink so much again', he said to himself and looked into the mirror. His hair was undone and he had become a bit too thin in the few months. He looked at the scar at his belly. It still hasn't disappeared and the attacks on the museum and the hospital were over two months ago.

He was so proud on Gibbs. He hasn't even tried to chase the sisters.

Tony had thought about them often. He had received an anonym postcard from Hawai'i just with the words 'Sorry 4 what we did. Hope u r having a nice time' on it. He had immediately known who had written it and hidden the card from Ziva. It was his little souvenir. Caroline and her sister Katarina have been really hot. Tony imagined the two killers now working as hit women in Hawai'i.

At least, it was warm there.

He slowly went to the shower.

It was the evening. Far before sunset started. It was still light outside and Tony stood in the small church a bit outside of Washington. They had wanted a quiet surrounding. McGee stood next to Tony.

'Nervous?'

'Nah. I'm a DiNozzo. I'm not nervous', he said confidently.

'Yes, I fucking am', he added whispering.

McGee smiled. They both walked to the entrance. 'They should already be here', McGee said looking at his watch.

Gibbs joined them 'Where are Ziva and Abby?', he asked.

'Don't know', Tony admitted. 'Ziva's father isn't here either. Although he'd promised to come.'

Gibbs sighed. He looked around.

He saw Tony's father, his stepmother, his own father, Ducky, Jimmy and a lot of other NCIS agents. 'She will come', he sighed and tried to calm Tony and himself down.

The red car arrived.

'It was about time', Tony said when they saw Abby's car coming nearer with a lot of speed.

Abby jumped out of the car and ran over to the three NCIS agents. Something wasn't right, that could be seen in the very first moment. Her hair looked as if she had been in a fight and her white dress was tattered and sprinkled with red…blood.

'Oh my', McGee murmured when Abby ran as fast as she could and hugged Tony.

'I'm so sorry…oh my god, I'm so sorry Tony, it is my entire fault…she-'

'Calm down', Tony screamed and let Abby get down of him again.

'What happened?', Gibbs asked.

Abby coughed for breath. 'Ziva…has been…kidnapped', she said and started to explain the whole story:

Ziva woke up with the good feeling that she was going to marry today. She needed whole three hours to shower, have breakfast, get dressed, put on make-up, convince Abby that she was absolutely alright and to make herself ready. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was muscular and thin. She touched the little scar at her leg. Old Mossad injury.

'I never want back to Israel', she murmured to herself.

She stood in Abby's bedroom and turned around. She looked at herself from behind. 'You're looking all good', Abby said. Ziva hadn't heard her coming. She just smiled. 'Are you sure?' 'Absolutely. And now, be happy, this is going to be the most glad and cheerful day of your whole life', Abby said. Ziva smiled at her. She even wore a white dress and open hair.

It looked really good.

Of course, there was a little skull on the side of her dress. Abby without any picture of a skull wasn't an Abby anymore.

The door bell rang.

'Who's that?', Ziva asked.

Abby shrugged.

She went down to the hallway while Ziva returned to the mirror. 'Who is it?', she shouted.

No answer. 'Abby?', Ziva asked and got curious.

She walked to the door and opened it.

'Hello, little girl', her father stood in front of her.

'Dad', Ziva gasped. 'What-?

'I just wanted to see you', he smiled at her. 'You know, I was so astonished to hear that you married and even more when I heard that this Agent DiNozzo would be the lucky one. Ziva, I have to be honest.'

He put on a severe look and continued in Hebrew. 'I had my doubts when I sent you to America. You started to become an American and now even got citizen of this fucking country. You started to deny your own origin.'

'I never-'

'Shut up!'

Ziva looked at her father. He seemed to be very angry. She had rarely seen him like this.

'And then I heard you would even marry one of those American bastards. I cannot allow this to my little girl.'

He wanted to touch her cheek but she refused.

'Dad, what-?'

'You wanna perhaps ask me what I am doing here right now. The answer is simple: I will show you where you really belong to.' He nodded downstairs and two Israeli looking men coming upstairs and grabbed Ziva's arms. They pulled her down to the hallway.

She saw a man pointing a gun at a frightened looking Abby.

'Sorry', she formed with her mouth, Ziva nodded trying to tell her that nothing was her fault.

She didn't have the chance to warn her. Without thinking Ziva freed herself from the two men but without even noticing falling she suddenly lay on the floor. 'No', she heard Abby shouting and running toward her. Ziva looked at herself. Her dress was red and now Abby's dress was sprinkled, too from the blood. Ziva looked at her daddy.

He put away his gun. He, her own father, had shot her in the stomach.

She felt horrible pain. 'Why? You're my father', she moaned.

Two men pulled Abby away. 'Why have you shot Ari? He has been your brother', Eli answered and nodded to the other men.

Ziva just felt a dumb noise and suddenly all went black.

Abby looked into McGee, Tony's and Gibbs' face. They all looked alarmed.

Tony remembered that day.

This was exactly seventy-two hours, three days ago.

Since that, he hasn't heard a single word from Ziva. He sat down at his bed and turned the gun in his fingers. Of course, he had thought about flying to Israel and killing as many people as possible. But he hadn't even been able to book a flight. Eli David has somehow called the airport control that nobody of Gibbs' team should be able to leave the country toward Israel.

Silent tears ran down Tony's cheek.

He opened the draw of his night table and put the gun into it.

He looked at it for a while.

Then he noticed the white sand beach under it. The postcard from away. He put it out. It was from Big Island.

'That's…an option', he said loudly to himself and looked up. He walked over to his computer and started it. And twenty-minute later he had managed to book a flight to Hawai'i.

Eli just didn't want him to enter Israel.

But perhaps Tony could convince an old enemy to.

He didn't even know why he tried. First of all, he had no idea how to find the sisters. Second, he also didn't know why on earth they should agree to help him. But they were smart criminals. And they had helped him to survive.

Somehow there must be any 'likenesses of them.

Tony didn't want to think twice.

He ran back to his bedroom and started packing his luggage.

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