I own nothing. This is my idea of how Eli David could show up and finally relinquish control of Ziva. I'm sure it won't happen like this, but I thought I'd share my idea. I'll get back to my other fic, One Too Many, soon. I just had to get this out, you know?

Question: okay so I'm starting a blog and I'm wondering how inappropriate it has to be to need a warning. I want to discuss current issues, but some of the issues aren't exactly pretty. Like abortion. Is that so risqué so as to need a warning? Let me know. I don't want to end up in trouble or anything.

And here we go…

Ziva walked into work that day with Hadag Hanachash blasting in her ears and bobbing her head in time to the beat. By the time she reached her desk she was quietly singing along, much to DiNozzo's amusement.

"Whatcha singing there, Probie?"

Completely oblivious thanks to the pounding bass line, Ziva was saved from needing to answer. However, after sitting down in her desk she looked up, and what she saw made her forget to breathe.

"Mama?"

Despite having barely whispered. Both DiNozzo and McGee spun around. Standing outside of Director Vance's office was a woman with thinning gray hair wearing ill-fitting clothes and staring listlessly ahead of her. She had her hair tucked behind her ears and was chewing her lip, giving her a childish air despite the many wrinkles on her face.

Before McGee had even connected Ziva and the elderly woman the former was running up the stairs. Quickly he pushed out of his chair and followed Tony dashing after her. However, when she reached the woman, she simply stopped and stared. Huffing and breathing hard, the two boys came to a halt behind their coworker.

"Zi…va."

Barely able to breathe, Tony managed to gasp out the name, laying a hand on her shoulder.

The one name was enough for the elderly woman to come to life. Suddenly she turned to them, despite having given no indication she was even aware of them before.

"Ziva? Atem yodim et habat sheli?"

Personally, McGee had no idea what the woman said, and could tell Tony didn't either, but Ziva understood, and she looked crushed by whatever was mumbled by this seemingly senile old woman.

Putting back on her game face, Ziva took the woman's arm and smiled. "Ken, ani yoda'at bat shelach."

Tony was stunned. He'd never seen this side of Ziva; she was soft and kind, never yelling at the strange woman despite how much whatever was being said obviously pained her. Once they were in the conference room and he was able to get a good look at the newcomer, he realized she had the same widow's peak as his ninja. 'Mama' was right. The way that she would suddenly stop and stare at nothing in the middle of a sentence, though, hinted at some form of dementia. Alzheimer's was common in America; he had no idea if it was common in Israel, too.

Speaking of Israel, how in hell did this woman get here?

Just as Tony was about to voice the question, Bossman and Directorman walked in. Well, Gibbs and Vance, that is. Tony opened his mouth again to explain the old woman's appearance, or at least explain what he could, when he realized neither man looked surprised. Obviously, they knew more than he did, so he shut his trap.

"Ziva…." For once in his life, Vance seemed at a complete loss at what to say. Gibbs shot him a derisive glare, making it clear the former had pulled rank and demanded to be the first to speak. Unfortunately, he continued floundering.

Enough was enough, and Gibbs stepped in front of him, kneeling so he was eye level with Ziva and her mother, both of whom were sitting in chairs.

"Ziva," he began slowly, "do you know why she's here?"

Just as slowly, Ziva nodded. "She is a warning. My father is coming."

"Not exactly," Vance broke in, before Gibbs glared at him. Being the boss, Vance glared back, but decided to let Gibbs handle it.

"What do you mean, not exactly?"

Ah, Ziva, that's the hard part, Gibbs thought. "He's already here."

Olive skin turned white and steady hands began to shake.

"He's… what?"

"Here."

Every pair of eyes in the room turned to stare at the unlikely source of the word. As if by magic, the elderly woman's eyes were clear, and she sat straight and strong, staring hard at the younger woman grasping her hand, leaning forward as though imparting the most important of all messages.

"Here, Zivale, he took me here. Run. Go as far as you can. Escape. You must escape him! He'll never let you go! Run run run!!" Quickly the woman's urgent whispers were becoming terrified shrieks. No matter how many soothing noises Ziva made, her mother continued to scream louder and louder. "YOU'LL DIE, ZIVALE! HE'LL KILL YOU HIMSELF! YOU MUST RUN FAR AWAY! HE'LL NEVER LET YOU GO! NEVER LET YOU GO!"

With that, the shrieks no longer carried meaning or words beyond the terror residing in that frail body. She began ripping at her hair and banging her head on the table. Ziva tried to grab her arms but was thrown into the wall by the power hysteria had invested in her mother's frame. Vance tried to hold the woman so she would not harm herself and ended up clawed across the face.

One by one the members of the MCRT tried again and again to control the suffereing woman to no avail. Eventually, she simply stopped on her own. While less harmful, her constant whimpers implied even more pain than her screams had.

When Ziva looked around and took stock of everyone's injuries, she wanted to cover her face in shame. The Director had a bleeding scratch across his face and McGee had two rips in his shirt. Gibbs was sporting a black eye, and Tony… Ziva couldn't stop her wince when she noticed his missing tuft of hair in her mother's clenched fist.

"I am sorry…"

Ziva did not know what else to say. Her mother had harmed her best friends. Again. Ziva had few memories of when her mother wasn't as bad. She'd always had fits, but it wasn't until Ziva was five that she was completely gone and had never come back. However, feeling the hand on her shoulder, she was drawn back into the present and its problems as she turned to face her father.

"I see you and your mother have been reunited."

Angrily, she pushed his hand away.

"Why did you bring her here? She should not travel."

"She missed you. She will have to travel to see you when you so selfishly stay in America."

"She does not even know who I am, Pa-Eli. And I stay here out of self preservation, not selfishness."

"You should be more concerned with your country than yourself."

"This IS my country."

The anger in Eli's eyes had Gibbs hurrying over to stand between father and daughter, if you could call scum like Eli a father. Sperm donor would probably be more accurate.

"She wants to stay. End of conversation."

"There you are wrong, Agent Gibbs. The conversation has only just begun."

Argh okay I thought this would be a one-shot but I guess it's a two-shot. More Daddy David coming, I promise! I guess I just got a little too interested in Mommy David.

Reviews would be much appreciated.