I love NCIS so I thought I'd write a Fan Fic! Here we go!
Ziva is sent under cover to infiltrate a group of terrorist that kidnap children of naval officers as bargaining pieces, want to plant a bomb in a military fort in D.C. When the bomb explodes before hand, Ziva is left injured and without her memory. The team rushes to try and help her remember since she's the only one with the knowledge to shut the case. Will she remember? Will the case be solved? Or will they all be left in the dark.
Ziva slipped silently through the halls of the Fort Lesley J. McNair naval camp, moving deeper and deeper into the basement. Soon, she heard the chatter of voices and her hand moved to her gun.
"Easy Ziva," Gibbs whispered in her ear through the mic. She nodded, taking a deep breath and let her coat fall over the holster again. The wood door opened easily under her weight. She thought about DiNozzo and McGee following her with reinforcements and was calmed momentarily until she caught sight of the scene in the room before her.
"Ah, comrade! Welcome! Thank you for coming!" a tall, older man beckoned her, grinning and gesturing the row of chairs that was almost completely filled with men and women, their heads turned towards a large container in the corner. She nodded, taking the seat nearest to the exit. A row of chairs faced them and the occupants were significantly smaller, with brown bags over their heads, hands bound behind their back. Ziva nonchalantly scratched the back of her head, activating the camera attached to her collar.
"Welcome all!" the man greeted, smiling across the room. Ziva remained stoic, watching the man closely.
"We are gathered at this naval base to celebrate a momentous moment in the century. Today, we will detonate three bombs. These bombs will show the United States government that our threats are not idle! Today, we mark our names in the American History!" his speech earned cheers from all the recipients.
"You get all that, Gibbs?" Ziva whispered through the yells.
"Copy that. Good work. Keep the camera focused on Johnson," he urged her. She nodded slowly, turning her head and upper body towards the speaker, Samuel F. Johnson.
"Now, let's meet our special guests!" he said fondly, approaching the row of seven chairs.
"I'd like you all to meet Sarah Foss, daughter of Captain Marshal Foss. Michael Smithy, son of Lieutenant Jane Smithy. Kylie Brown, daughter of Admiral Heather Brown. Sandra Hawke, daughter of Petty Officer George Hawke. Matthew Morton, son of Sergeant Harris Pollock. Marty Ferris, daughter of Major Abigail Ferris. And finally, Lila Jones, daughter of Second Lieutenant Jeff Jones!" For each name, he pulled off a sack, revealing the faces of terrified teenagers and young children, Kylie Brown seemed to be the youngest, around six years old.
"Alright Ziva. How many children?" McGee asked.
"Seven," she muttered under her breath as Johnson continued to speak.
"Okay, we're going to move in, in five minutes."
"Sonia!" Ziva looked up sharply, Johnson looking directly at her.
"Yes?" she asked. He frowned slightly, placing his hands on the children's shoulders.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, not at all," she assured him. Johnson nodded but he was still frowning. Suddenly, his phone started ringing.
"Someone get us a link on that call," Gibbs said. He listened for a few moments before nodding and hanging up.
"Change of plans." He placed the bags on the children's heads again and started gathering the papers he'd spread out. She tensed, watching his rapid, nervous movements and stood up.
"Stop Sonia! Or if that's even your name?" he snapped. Ziva sighed, turning to face him again. The rest of the peoples in the room stared leaking out of the room. Her hand hovered over her gun, twitching. He grinned, pulling a different phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open and pressed a few buttons.
"Bomb activated," a voice called out from his phone. Johnson looked down at the phone with horror. He tried typing in more numbers but the voice kept repeating its original words.
"Let's get out of here!" he yelled, waving at the people that had stayed behind. They all rushed out the doors, pushing past Ziva. She ran forward, kneeling behind the chairs and started pulling apart the ropes.
"Run!" she yelled as each child rose and ripped the bags off their head. They sprinted to the door, disappearing down the halls.
"Ziva, get out of there!" Gibbs ordered. She nodded, pulling the rope free off Kylie. She instantly started sobbing, refusing to move. Ziva rolled her eyes and scooped the child off the chair and ran. When she pulled the door open, the huge bomb behind her exploded, flinging Ziva and child across the hall way and crashed through the sliding glass doors.
"Ziva!" DiNozzo, McGee, and Gibbs all yelled together into her mic as she drifted into unconsciousness.