A black motorbike with two people gripping on to it swerved around the corner. It was immediately followed by a black car, hurtling towards it. The front person in the motorbike lifted his pistol and shot three times at the car, creating three holes in the car's windshield. The two people in the car ducked as the bullets flew through.

Ziva David swore in Hebrew, as Tony pressed on the gas pedal. Tony chuckled, and the car again zoomed after the motorbike, catching Ziva offguard.

"I never knew you liked driving fast, Dinozzo," Ziva gasped.

"Well, this is an exception. I have to make the most of it when a crazy ninja chick is sitting in the car beside me, and we are chasing after a hot suspect," Tony answered, over the roar of the motorbike and the car put together.

"Should I shoot?" Ziva asked, watching the motorbike beginning to outrun them.

"Now or never, Ziva. Just do it," Dinozzo replied, his determined eyes on the motorbike. Ziva leant out of the window, her gun held steady. The person in the front had his eyes on the road. Ziva shot, the bullet flying. At that same moment, the person in the back turned. She spotted the flying bullet, and ducked, missing the bullet by inches. The bullet flew into the front person's back. He screamed, and then fell, run over by the motorbike. The person in the back scrambled to the front and pressed the brakes. The motorbike spun around, then stopped. The car followed suit, screeching as it braked. Ziva and Tony opened the car doors, slamming them, their guns pointed at the person standing shakily on the ground, her gun held in her white hand.

"NCIS," they both shouted, in unison.

Ziva had her gun held out, ready to press the trigger if the person should make any action. The person dropped her gun . She then lifted her helmet. Ziva gasped.

The girl looked exactly like Ziva, except she had a fourteen year old build, and skin a tone darker than Ziva's. Her dark hair fell messily to her shoulders. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, and they had dark circles under them. She looked tired and shaken. Ziva's gun clattered onto the floor, braking the eerie silence.

"Zevida." Ziva's face was rock smooth. Tony's eyes were flickering from Ziva to Zevida, again and again.

"Oh, Ziva!" The girl ran across the path, sobbing into Ziva's arms. Ziva's arms enclosed her automatically, and patted Zevida's back. Ziva looked on the brink of tears too. Tony was shocked. He stared at them. They were so similar, yet so unlike. Tony wondered who this was, and if she was really trained at Mossad, as they were taught to hide away their emotions. Zevida shuddered, and took in a large, shaky breath. Yes, Tony thought, she is becoming less like Ziva by the moment. Finally, the girl stooped crying, and wiped her eyes on her black shirt. Ziva held her close still. Finally, Ziva let her go.

"Who did I just kill, Zevi?" Ziva ask, her voice wavering slightly.

"Ishmael. How…….could…you?" Zevida whispered, breaking into tears again. Ziva gasped.

"Ish…mael!" Ziva stuttered, and her eyes could not help themselves, but began to overflow. Ziva let go of Zevida, and rushed to the dead man, lying on the floor, run over by the motorbike. Ziva did not hide her remorse. She shook the man.

"Ishmael, wake up,"she whispered. The man lay limp in her arms. "Ishmael!" she screamed. Tony thought this was getting on the brink of insanity. He rushed over to Ziva, trying to pull her away from the dead man. The girl stood rooted to the spot, tears flowing down her face.

Tony could not handle this. He pressed "Gibbs" on his speed dial.

Gibbs was drinking coffee, reclining on the chair, waiting for the ring from Dinozzo or David. Finally, his cell rang.

"What news, DiNozzo?" he asked. McGee heard and walked over to Gibbs desk, hoping to eavesdrop.

"What?" Gibbs' voice rose sharply, "Why is she like that?" McGee thought the conversation was going strangely.

"I'll be right there in a moment," Gibbs answered, and he switched the phone off. Turning to McGee, he said, "Get your stuff. This is going to be interesting." McGee, looking puzzled, prepared and followed Gibbs to the elevator.

Gibbs and McGee climbed out of the car, to be met by a sight which was shocking. Ziva was clearly crying over a dead body, with another person which Gibbs thought was Ziva, but there could not be two Zivas. Tony was wringing his hands, lounging on the car.

"Ah….boss?" Tony tried to catch Gibbs' attention, "I wouldn't go near Ziva and that…girl right now. She's a bit…ah……touchy." Gibbs ignored his warning and tapped Ziva on the shoulder. Ziva whirled around, her gunning pointing at Gibbs' head. She registered him for a moment, then lowered her gun. The girl turned around. Gibbs staggered back, looking from Ziva to the other girl, then back to Ziva. They looked so similar, as if they were twins, except the girl looked around fourteen.

"Ziva? What the hell is going on? And who is this girl?" he asked, staring at the bedraggled Ziva, whose eyes were rimmed with red.

"This is Zevida David, my cousin," she replied, her voice immediately turning flat, expressing no emotion.

"I'm a Mossad agent," Zevida replied, flipping out her identification. Gibbs was right. She was fourteen. Zevida tried to compose herself, but her voice was slightly shaky.

"What on the hell is a fourteen year old doing as an overseas agent? Aren't you meant to be fifteen or over?" Gibbs asked, his voice in shock.

"Well, ever since Ziva returned to America, the Director's gone crazy. He acts as Ziva has died in the United States. Therefore, he states that he has no children left. If anyone mentions Ziva, or anything to do with Ziva, they are sent on a suicide mission. Also, the Director, my uncle, believes that if he doesn't have any children, nor should his brothers or sisters. My father is his youngest brother. So he has sent all his nephews and nieces on suicide missions, no matter their age. We have to finish the mission, or we can not go back to Israel. That makes it nearly impossible to go home again. So, I am doomed. He sent me out with Ishmael," her heavily accented voice began to waver at the name, "And now he's dead…killed by Ziva who swore to……." Her voice broke, and tears began to leak down her face.

Ziva's face was blank, as she hugged Zevida.

Zevida began again, "I did not know it was Ziva chasing after us in the car. We thought that they were the enemy. Ishmael shot at them, then Ziva….shot…him. Right in the back. I should have died. Except I saw the bullet, and I ducked. Then Ishmael fell, and was run over by the out of control motorbike. I can't believed I fully killed him! And I can't believe that Ziva actually killed him! Ishmael and Ziva had swore to protect each other, and she kills him. What is wrong with the world?" Zevida finished., her large eyes incredulous.

"Lets get back to headquarters and sort this out." Gibbs stalked to the car.