A/N: All characters, cases, and locations belong to CBS and affiliates. This is the sequel to "Tateleh" and you do need to read that before this one. I had so many requests to continue the story and I've decided to. We just have a short chapter to start out so I can still see who's interesting. Please leave any feedback, if you love it or hate. Enjoy and please review.

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"Leon … Ziva was proclaimed dead in March. They never found her body in the Somalian desert."

*THREE MONTHS LATER*

Caitlin Todd struggled heavily against her zip ties. The last thing she could remember was darkness and fuzzy. As she took stock of her surroundings, she couldn't see anything through her

"Let go of me. You have no idea who you're dealing with," she growled through the cloth on her head. The only response was a punch to the gut.

Gasping in pain, she tried focus her mind, just as Gibbs had taught her. What had she been doing? Where had they been? What could she observe?

Oh god, Gibbs.

Gibbs was going to kill her. Voices surrounded her, all in a different language, Hebrew or Arabic she thought, as they muffled through the bag on her head.

Nothing seemed to hurt like it was broken, but she couldn't be sure until she could actually see anything. She spit a piece of hair out of her mouth and tried to wiggle slightly.

She was definitely tied to a chair. A plastic chair, maybe? The zip ties pinched her skin and she felt a scratch bleed down her arm as she moved.

Gibbs was going to kill her for screwing this up. They were supposed to be tailing the subject, but her argument with DiNozzo had taken a turn for the worst and she had gotten out of the car to grab the guy too fast.

God, Rule 15, why did they always have to screw up?

There was some scuffling around and Kate moved to gain her footing. Just as she managed to get both feet on the ground, the bag was suddenly jerked off her face.

Black spots danced in her eyes as she found half a dozen faces peering down at her. The ugliest one kneeled down at her eye level.

"Just who might you be?" he growled threatening, his dark eyes dilating. Kate frowned and searched for an ally in the crowd. She found no caring eyes.

"Caitlin Todd, NCIS. My team and boss know I'm here. If you do anything to me, they'll kill you," she rattled off immediately.

The man chuckled and stroked his stubble amused. He straightened up and caressed the gun at his side. He barked an order at the rest of the group and a few dispersed.

He was in the center of what looked to be a run down, nasty apartment kitchen. High tech laptops and heavy gunnery sat on the table. The other men surrounded her, all seeming to be around thirty or older in military grade clothing or camo.

"Is that so?" he said, sitting down leisurely in one of the chairs, twirling a hunting knife he had picked up from the table.

"Well, we've noticed you hanging around, Caitlin. It seems that stealth isn't one of your team's strengths." There was vain laughter with that.

"We're caring for precious cargo you see, Agent Todd and Mossad takes their missions very seriously, you see, and you're interring. We can't have that," he continued.

Fear frizzling into her spine and she quickly realized that this man was very serious.

"My team and I aren't looking you or your mission, we're looking for whoever murdered the two petti-officers and the man they were escorting from the embassy," she said quickly, her tongue feeling like cotton in her mouth.

The man seated in front of the computer called out the lead man and Kate tugged in vain at her restraints.

The man nodded and stood.

"NCIS is it?" he said dismissively. "Is that some sort of baby FBI?"

He took another step forward before-"Caitlin?"

A thin, Israeli man appeared from the back. Kate immediately recognized him.

"Ari?"

The Israeli looked at her, surprise echoing off his handsome features. "Caitlin? What are you doing here?" he said his words heavily accented.

"What … what's going on? You're not supposed to be here? I thought you and Ziva went to Paris. We were looking for the Black Snake Cartel…"

She caught sight of the heavy set older man that had been with the party the last time they had been in the bullpen, Hadar was his name.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Paris?"

There was a short heated conversation between Ari and the other man that Kate tried in vain to follow before giving up. The Hebrew she had learned from her short time in Tel Aviv wasn't sustaining her in this situation.

"Caitlin, what are you doing here? Who sent you?" Ari asked urgently. "Was it my father? Gibbs?"

Before Kate could answer, there was a sharp command from in back of the room that was immediately obeyed. The group parted like the Red Sea as a tiny, young woman stepped forward.

She looked ill and thin, shadows were evident under her large brown eyes. She wore a too big black jacket and heavy army boots.

"Ziva?"

Kate blinked quickly from the girl to her brother.

"Where the hell have you been? Tony's been freaking out for months about you. He's been calling and calling…"

The girl sighed heavily and ran a hand through her wild curls. "I know," she said, her Hebrew accent more noticeable than the last time they had met. "You do not understand, they … they've come for me."

"What do you mean they're coming for you?" Kate said as an electric shock ran through the men in the kitchen. Their whispers in Hebrew got louder and caught Ari's attention.

Ziva didn't move from her position standing in front of the NCIS agent, allowing Kate to get a good look at her. She looked different than the last time they had encountered, Ziva all dressed up in black lace after she and Tony had been undercover. She had been beautiful and sexy, smoky and couture.

Not she just seemed dead.

There were deep sunken bags under her eyes. She wore cameo pants that obviously weren't hers and a large long sleeved shirt that was three sizes too big for her under her black jacket that hung off her thin frame.

She had lost weight she didn't have since the last time Kate had seen her, any more she noted and the girl would cease to exist.

There was a sharp click and Ari stood back from the table with a large metallic gun at his side.

"We have to leave," he announced sharply. "Now."

Ziva's head turned to look at the rest of the group who was assembling similar weapons. The man who had previously been in Kate's face handed her two guns and the girl took them without question.

She simply looked tired.

Then the man turned to look at Kate in distaste. "What about this little bird?" he asked Ari, pulling on a bulletproof vest. "Should we cage her?"

Kate's heart beat a little faster and she glanced over at Ari hopefully.

"You cannot kill her. She's one of Tony's people," Ziva interrupted, accent loud and clear. All the men turned to look at her, but she ignored them, turning to her brother with big brown eyes. "Ari?"

"She's with me," Ari said, begrudgingly, slicing through the zip ties binding her ankles in one move with a large hunting knife. "I'll look after her. I'm sure she knows her way around one of these," he said, handing her back her gun.

Kate glared at him, but cocked the gun, rubbing her wrist to try and take away the stinging.

"What's the plan?" she asked immediately as the others around her moved in sync. She felt vaguely out of the loop. "What are we even looking at? Assassination team? Hostage control?"

Ari gave a harsh laugh as the men continued to pack their things and move through the house, creeping around the floorboards and checking through the cracks in the windows.

"Not an assassination team, no, something much worse. We'll stay here and try to make it out of the back bef—"

Ari's instructions were cut off by the doors and siding of the house exploding with bullet holes. Blood splattered all over Ari and Kate before he could finish. Glass from the windows shattered loudly and gun fire commenced.

Shouts in Arabic and Hebrew echoed in the small, dingy house. The small party was clearly unprepared for the onslaught outside.

Kate felt Ari's warm back press her back toward a more defensive position. They fired off rounds through the now glassless windows as bodies in the kitchen fell.

"Tateleh! Run!"

Ziva looked over at her brother from her defensive position in the kitchen as glass exploded over their heads. Their eyes met for a brief moment, before the girl dashed into the gunfire, disappearing into the night.

Kate wondered if she would ever see her alive again.