Author´s note

Author´s note

This story just kept creeping up in my mind, it would go away, so what do you do when it just will not go away. You write it down. My other story called History isn't going as fast as I want it to go, so I started this one aswell. Characters don´t belong to me, never did, and never will, I just borrow them every now and then.

Life Line

Gibbs was alone in the bullpen, when Jenny walked over to see him. "what"

Jenny looked at Gibbs, how did he always seem to know when someone was looking for him.

"Ziva around"

Gibbs didn't look up, "She and McGee went back to a crime scene in order to go over it again, seems like we missed something, why"

"there is a man downstairs waiting to see Ziva, he has been waiting for more than two hours now. The guards are getting nervous, he doesn't seem to want to leave, or explain to them why he wants to talk to her. He just sits there and waits"

"well, let him come up, maybe he'll be more cooperative when I talk to him"
"You'll have to get him, he's blind"

Gibbs went downstairs in order to see what is going on, Ziva never got any visitors, she kept her private life far away from NCIS. They only saw and heard what Ziva would let them hear, which wasn't much so far.

Gibbs saw the man before any of the guards pointed him out to him. Gibbs just walked up to the man and asked "are you the one wanting to see one of my teammembers"

The man turned around, "If one of your teammembers is Ziva David, yes, then I am waiting for her"

"Why" Gibbs clearly wasn't going to win any social award with his blunt approach.

"We've met"

"I meet people all the time, doesn't mean I go visit them at work"

The man started laughing "you're right, we met in hell"

"hell"

"yes, we were chained to one another in a Syrian cell. She was the one that kept me from killing myself"

Gibbs looked at the man more closely, "you're mossad"

"No, but I used to be" The man extended his hand "Hamza Michalov"

Gibbs decided that it was oke to take Hamza with him upstairs were they could talk more privately, his instinct told him Hamza was not going to be any trouble.

When Gibbs arrived back at the bullpen he saw that Tony had returned from his meeting with Abby and was working at his computer.

"take a seat" Gibbs pointed at the chair where Ziva usually sat. "Oh, I am sorry, I forgot, …" Gibbs escorted Hamza to Ziva's chair.

Hamza took a deep breath and somehow seemed to be taking in his surroundings.

"this is her desk isn't it"

"how do you know" Tony was curious how Hamza could know that. Hamza flashed a little smile, "there is nothing I don't know about Ziva David, and the smell of her body I will never forget"

Tony looked bewilderd, this man knew how Ziva´s body smelled, what the hell was going on.

Gibbs got Hamza a fresh cup of coffee. One of those cups that would make the hair on your skin stand up, but Hamza didn't seem to mind. "so what brings you here"

"Ziva, nothing more nothing less, when we escaped from that place in Syria we went our separate ways, I never saw her again, and somewhere in the back of my mind I always wanted to see her again, to properly thank her for what she did, if it wasn't for her I would have died in there, she just wouldn't let me, even after the guards had beaten me up so badly that I lost my eye site she just wouldn't let me die. She kept me going"

Meanwhile Jenny had quietly joined Tony and Gibbs in the bullpen, she just listened.

Hamza continued "I however…..nearly let her die, they had brought her back from a interrogation and thrown her back into the hole with me, I crawled over to see if she was still alive, she was barely breathing, I didn't know what to do, the only thing I did was pray to god not to let her die, because if she died I would certainly die as well, she was the one that always took care of me, and now when she needed me the most all I did was pray, damm it." Hamza hit his fist on the top of Ziva's desk. "why didn't I do more"

Jenny walked over "I am sure that you did all that you could at the time"

"who are you"

"I am Jenny Shepard"

"are you the Jenny" Hamza asked.

"What do you mean, the Jenny" Jenny looked confused.

"Ziva mentioned you once, she said that it was all worth it just as long as Jenny got away"

Jenny turned white, Gibbs thought she was about to faint, so he took her to one of the conference rooms "you didn't know, did you"

Jenny shook her head, "No, I didn't. It must have happened in Cairo, when I got wounded, I don't remember much other then waking up on the USS Reagan and Ziva not being there. Oh, god Jehro, she never mentioned any of this, I always thought that she was send on a mission right after the one in Cairo"

Author's note

Chapter 2 on the way, by the end of this week, if not the beginning of next week.