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I couldn't help but look at her. Her legs covered in denim were crossed and her hands gently folded in her lap, her black hair sweeping across her face and spilling down her white t-shirt. She was a mess, she was tired, I knew I had to let her sleep but there was something inside me that made me feel the urge to go over there and hold her. Ziva needed me now, she needed someone.
I walked into the dully lighted break room and picked up some napkins that read "Happy Birthday" in red and yellow and then I reached into the cupboard and pulled out the alcohol, cotton balls, and some bandages. I poured a little of the alcohol on my own wounds and walked out to Ziva to help clean up hers.
When I reached the couch were she was sitting, I brushed the hair out of her eyes and I felt like I wanted to kill the man who did this, I would find him and kill him for what he did. Her big brown eyes were lined with bags, I could tell she was tired. I set down the alcohol and other supplies and hugged her, her face into my chest, and she began to cry lightly. I lifted her chin and picked up a cotton ball and put some alcohol on it. I dabbed it lightly on the scrape across the bottom of her face and across the scratch on her right cheek. I used the napkins to wipe off the blood that had dried onto her forehead and neck, and I got up to my desk and threw away the trash. I glanced at the clock next to my signed picture of Brooke Burke and it read 12:37. I knew I had to sleep but that was out of the question because all I had pumping through my veins was adrenalin. I pulled the Jack Daniels from the bottom of my desk and took a swig, leaving the cap my chair, I brought it over to Ziva and handed it to her and laid back on the couch. I reached over and pulled Ziva down to me, her face on my chest and her arm around my neck. I let her cry into my shirt, its a special occasion.
It hurt me to have to leave her, but I had to. I took my coat off and stuffed it under her head. I laid a kiss on her red splotched face and got up. I pulled my cell phone out and dialed the one man who I trusted to help me.
"McGee, I need you to wait for me in the garage, I'll be down in 5." I said.
I got my gun out of my desk along with my badge and sunglasses. It was going to be a long day. I called Abby and asked her to take care of Ziva, and that I left 40 dollars in the pocket of my jacket for them to go get something to eat later.
McGee was waiting for me in the company's black Suburban. I got in and slammed the door on my hand. "Damn it!" I yelled. I held it and tried to move my finders, it would be okay.
"So what do we know? Is McClainer still at the warehouse, or did he set up shop somewhere else?"
"I don't know," I said, "I haven't gotten a hold of Gibbs, he's still on assignment. I'm pretty sure he hasn't been informed of the attempt at our lives."
"How's Ziva" He said. I shot him a hurt glance, and he shot a sympathetic glance back.
"That bad? We could have used her help," he said, "We still can."
"No, I'm not risking her life, not again, not after we know what this guy does to women." I said.