Ziva David stood silent in observation. She was staring at an olive skin tone woman through the glass. There was a thick silence in the air and her partner Tony Dinozzo was eager to break it. Ziva kept a consistent stare on the older woman. Agent Gibbs, the head of the team, had given Tony a folder that held valuable information on the older woman located on the other side of the glass. After a few moments of silence, the older woman stood. She made her way to the glass in very sweet movements that almost seemed angelic. Agent Dinozzo opened the file holding the truth behind the woman who had begun to pace around the interrogation room in anxiety. Ziva continued to glare at the elder woman, following her every move. It was long before Agent Gibbs arrived to give orders. He strode into observation with a steaming hot cup of Starbucks coffee. Black and unsweetened. His icy blue eyes fell on the back of Ziva's neck, and slowly moving toward the mysterious woman on the other side of the glass.
"She wants to see you." Agent Gibbs stated in a husky voice.

This caught both the agents' attention. They turned their attention to the older agent expecting him to continue. There was a pause before Ziva began.

"I don't want to see her." Ziva made her emotions very clear.

She wanted no contact with the woman on the other side of the glass. Tony was shocked by Ziva's heartlessness with the woman.

"But Ziva, she's you mother." Ziva only gave him a sour look.
Gibbs took the folder resting in Agent Dinozzo's hands and made his way to interrogation. He opened the door and watched a two pair of saddened chocolate brown eyes burned into his icy blue eyes. Gibbs gestured her to take a seat. She obeyed his order. The woman placed her semi-wrinkled hands on the medal table and watched as Agent Gibbs imitated her actions.

"Why am I here? I have done nothing wrong." She stated in a matter of fact tone.

"That's a good question Mrs. David." Gibbs said her name slower than normal.

"Please, call me Rivka. The only person that calls me Mrs. David is my father and I hate him so don't give me the displeasure of a reminder of his character." Gibbs smiled at the violence she used in her words.

It gave the agent the sudden reminder of Ziva, who was probably becoming very uneasy at the sound of threats coming from her own mother.

"Rivka." Gibbs tested the name before beginning his questionnaire.

"The last place you were seen was in a hall way at Mossad fifteen years ago. Do you mind explaining to me where have you been?" Gibbs asked his first question then took a sip of his coffee.

Rivka watched him and then answered.

"I was held captive in Russia. Moscow. I went on a mission with Eli David. You are familiar with him, yes?" Ziva flinched at the sound of her father's name, and Tony noticed the reaction which made him all the more nervous.

"Yes, I am." Gibbs answered allowing Rivka to continue.

"The operation was called Butterfly. The mission was to extract information on a possible attack on the director of Mossad. My job was to find a man named Aleksandr Mikhailovich and kill him. He was said to have been the leader of a Russian organization that was built to attack other countries and by other countries I mean enemies. The organization was called Blue Feather. Their sole purpose was to kill." Rivka paused and observed her surroundings.

"Eli was my partner. He had been my partner for twelve years up to Butterfly. By that time Ziva and Tali were born and going to school. Ziva was on her way to working with the Mossad. I disagreed with her decision, but I respected her choice." As Rivka continued to speak her Israel accent became more noticeable.

"Eli was still an officer at this time, two year later he would become the director. Anyway, it was January 1996 when Eli and I were first given the mission, separately. We were told separately incase one of us refused the mission. We both accepted. We were briefed on what was to happen and what was not to happen. It was about two weeks until I was able to track Aleksandr. He knew we were coming. On the night Eli and I were going to finish the job three men burst into the hotel room where Eli and I were staying and they took me. They left Eli bleeding on the floor. They shot him twice, and then hit me over the head and I lost consciousness. I don't remember much of what happened after. I awoke in a dark room that was made of cement. There were no windows or doors it was six walls of cement which was very disconcerting. I didn't understand how you could get into a room with no windows or doors. Anyway, I was chained to one of the walls by my left ankle. My body was sore and I knew they had hit me. Later I found out how they entered the cell. There was a passage way on the ceiling that would open and close. They would climb down a ladder and do as they wished with me." Gibbs shifted in his seat become uncomfortable with Rivka's frankness.

Rivka noticed his reaction and let out a strong belt of laughter. Gibbs gave her an icy stare and she slowly continued.

"Well, as I was saying. I was left in the cell for years. I was given little food and water and tortured everyday. They wouldn't torture me for information, but rather for pure entertainment. One of the guards said to me once he loved the way I screamed. I stabbed him the neck with my dinner fork that was made of plastic. He died a slow and painful death, and of course I was severely punished." Rivka sarcastically stated the last word.

"How'd you escape?" Gibbs questioned.

"There was a bomb blast. It made a hole in the ceil that was big enough for me to squeeze through. After two years of my stay in the cell they stopped chaining me to the wall, and I was able to leave. When I escaped the cell and made it to the guards "relaxing" area I finally understood where I was."

"Where?" Gibbs began to pull the information out of her.

"Underground. I had to take twelve flights of stairs to reach level ground. When I did I was in a building of some kind or maybe it was a warehouse. I don't remember. I knew I was free and I wasn't really concerned of my exact location. I was more concerned on the bomb blast and hoping there wasn't another one, and escaping the guards. I made it to a street and I followed that to a town were I figured out where I was. I called an old contact of mine that was located in Russia and she was the one who searched for Ziva's name and I came here to NCIS to see her. She's the first one I wanted to see. I was a little surprised when you apprehended me. I have just escaped a prison camp and I am yet held again and questioned again. I just want to see my daughters." Rivka finished and let out a sigh of exhaustion.

Gibbs was concerned by one piece of Rivka's story. She had said, "daughters" not "daughter." He didn't say anything because he knew informing her of the last fifteen years occurrences shouldn't be done in interrogation. Instead he stood and opened the door. Rivka kept her place. She turned her head when she noticed he was standing in the doorway.

"C'mon, let's go see your daughter." Rivka gave him a small smile and followed.

Hey, what do you guys think? Should I continue this? And if I should…should it be long or short? Thanks!

Agent T