A/N: So anyway, since my last story, I have started watching NCIS. I think it is great and I am completely obsessed with it! I have been wanting to write a crossover with Criminal Minds in ages but didn't know which other programme to use. And school is just so busy these days; I am staring my coursework in loads of subject and I have just had a test for every subject. My history one is tomorrow! :D Hope you like it. I try really hard with all my stories and appreciate it if nobody trashes it ;).

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or NCIS unfortunately. If I did they would already have had a crossover.

Information: Set in Series 5 NCIS and Series 3 Criminal Minds.


August 1996

David Rossi sat at his desk. As the leader of the new BAU team, he was feeling pretty proud; especially since they had just caught a serial killer days before. Now the people who had looked down on the idea of Behavioural Profilers were looking up at them in awe.

"Sir, there's been a child abduction; we are working with the CIA for some reason," Special Agent Joe Kirk interrupted Rossi's thoughts.

"The CIA? Since when is the CIA interested in a child abduction?" Rossi questioned.

Another man stepped into the small office and cut off Kirk's answer with a smooth reply, "Since the said child is the eldest daughter of a senior officer in Mossad and she was in the CIA's protection. Agent Lowe, sir."

Rossi whistled wearily getting to his feet. "Rossi. Brief me as we walk," he instructed.

"Officer Eli David has demanded that the lead goes to the FBI for he is fuming with the CIA, the girl is called Ziva David, she's 14 years old from Tel Aviv in Israel; she was here because she was struggling with her English and I presume she was getting taught some things too but I wasn't in charge of her," Lowe stated. "When asked Eli David has no preference with what unit got lead and after your teams performance last week you get the joy of finding her."

"Has there been any contact from the kidnappers yet?"

"No, but David has said very clearly that he is not paying anything to get her back."

Rossi almost stopped walking. "He's NOT paying if there's a ransom!" he shouted, disbelief and outrage clear on his face and colouring his tone.

Lowe nodded sadly. "He said, and this is a direct quote; 'If that brat is incompetent enough to get caught, then she can rot in whatever cell they're keeping her.'"

"Bastard," Rossi growled under his breath, thinking longing of his dead son James. "Some people just don't deserve children."

...

The first time the kidnappers initiated contact, they identified themselves as Hamas.

"Ziva David will be returned safely, if Mossad release the 5 men they have locked away in Israel," a heavily accented voice demanded. "If this is not done in one hour, we will ring again for you to hear the sound of your daughter being tortured."

Before the man put down the phone a child's confident voice rang out, "My Abba will not do that even for me."

There was a sharp bang and a barely suppressed gasp of pain and then the line went dead.

David looked up. "My daughter is correct. I am have the Director's ear but I will not use that to release those men for three reasons. They hold valuable information, two are already dead and my daughter is just another child."

...

The second time the phone rang Rossi was almost too scared to pick it up. The technician began typing on the big computer and nodded that he was ready to try and track the phone call.

"David," Eli answered. Rossi did not want the terrorist to know that the FBI were involved though if they had any brains they would already know at least one federal agency was looking for the girl.

"We did warn you, Mr David."

The muffled sound of skin connecting with skin was heard down the line. Rossi cringed as more punches were heard. On the sixth hit a shout of pain cried out. Then there was a metallic noise of knives being cut against one another. More screams rang out as the torturers obviously cut into Ziva David's flesh. After that style of torture, one small noise almost made Rossi vomit. The unmistakeable sound of somebody's zipper being lowered. The heavy breathing grew sharp and quick. Whimpers of no mumbled into the listeners ears. A small scream filled with agony well beyond the years that a 14 year old should know of.

Suddenly there was a beep on the FBI's end of the line. "I have a location!" the technician almost screamed.

...

The FBI cars screeched to a stop outside a desolate warehouse. Arabic words were being shouted as loudly as they could. One was a girl's voice. She seemed to be arguing with her captors, screeching abuse at them. Rossi was surprised that there was not even a hint of fear in her voice and it was strong unlike so many other victims like her.

The SWAT team took the lead inside, Rossi right behind them. They burst through the doors. One man lunged for his gun. Five bullets hit him before he could even get halfway there. Two men raised their arms at once while the last one grabbed the missing, now found, child by her hair.

As his attention was now focused solely on the FBI, Ziva elbowed him brusquely in the stomach. He doubled over loosening his grip on the small army knife he held. Ziva brought her knee up into his face. A harsh crack told everyone his nose had broken. The girl then ripped the knife from his hand and jammed it as hard as she could into his thigh. The terrorist finally caught his breath and let an outraged shriek fill the air.

Ziva staggered away from the Hamas operatives. Rossi stepped towards the girl, holstering his gun. Ziva wearily watched the FBI special agent through heavy hooded eyes that showed all the pain and agony no 14 year should ever know of.

"My name's David Rossi, you're Ziva, right?" Rossi began kindly.

Then all of a sudden Ziva sprinted to Rossi, wrapping her arms around his stomach. Rossi was horrified at how thin but strong they were, even though she'd only been with the terrorists for a day. He could feel every single rib as he hugged her thin frame to his chest. Her torn clothes hung baggily off her body.

Rossi rode in the back of the ambulance to the hospital with Ziva. She held his hand in a tight grasp while the paramedics did a preliminary examination. Once at the hospital, Ziva refused a SAFE kit insisting that her torturers had used protection. Once Eli David arrived, Ziva sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Before she could get to her feet, Rossi leant his hand on her shoulder restricting that movement. Instead she made her back as straight as possible, looking at her father unwaveringly.

"Zivaleh," David greeted no emotion evident in his voice, posture or the kiss he placed on Ziva's forehead.

"Abba," Ziva sighed, relief flooding through her veins; thankful he had not expected her to be Officer David at the moment. Due to the onrush of emotions that nearly overwhelmed her, a single tear escaped from the corner of Ziva's eye; the first Rossi had seen since they'd found her.

A sharp smack broke the silence of the room as Eli David's hand jerked his daughters head to the side. "David's do NOT cry, Zivaleh," Eli murmured. "Do not let those bastards win."

Rossi felt a boiling anger rise in his heart. He wanted to punch and kick the vile man till he was dead. Who could hit their daughter right after she had been beaten? But before he could say anything about the way he had mistreated his beautiful child, Eli's hand wound itself around Ziva's thin bicep and he was dragging her off the bed and out of the room.

"Let us go home and see Tali, she has missed you dearly," Eli said, the name Tali spoken gently and warmly.

The only thing that stopped Rossi from not allowing Eli to take Ziva home was the warm, love filled smile that her features morphed into at the mention of Tali, whoever she was. For a moment the child looked, well, like a child. Her brown eyes normally swimming in horror showed joy and happiness because of this Tali. Rossi knew he had to let Ziva go. Even though her father was awful and quite clearly abusive; the best thing for Ziva was Tali and so against many of his morals, David Rossi watched Ziva David walk out of his life, knowing he'd think of the girl for many years to come.


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