Hi, I've had this story in my document list for a while now but I'm not to sure where it will head to just yet but please review, tell me what you think so far and if you want, give me some idea's.

This story is an Au. And just for your record I have only seen seasons 1-4 as season 5 doesn't come out here until 7th May. So please no gloating from those lucky people who have seen all 6 seasons! :o) Hope you enjoy :o)

NCIS HQ WASHINGTON DC
BULL PEN
0945 ZULU

"Boss how many more reports are we going to do? I'm so board! This is BS," Tony whinged as he shook his hands trying to stretch out the cramps plaguing his fingers, "hey boss, if we get RSI is that covered by NCIS?" he paused and sighed when Gibbs didn't answer, "TGIF!" he mumbled.

"TGIF?" questioned Ziva.

"Yeah, thank goodness it's Friday," he answered. "Then there is BBIAB, do you know what that means Ziva?"

"For you Tony, probably Big Busted Imature annoying blonds!" she smirked as McGee and Gibbs hid smiles.

He pouted, "no, Be Back In A Bit," he said dejectedly.

"DiNozzo, if you don't shut your mouth, your not going to have to worry about RSI as you will be a DOA, and that's not covered by NCIS, is that enough acronyms for you?" he barked as he took a swig of his strong black coffee. Screwing up his face due to the cold brew he tossed the cup in the bin, stood and headed towards the elevator. "Going for coffee," he mumbled as he walked passed Ziva's desk.

She nodden signaling that she had heard him. Letting her eyes follow the tight form of her boss' behind a little longer then she should have, she reveled in the thought of what he must look like under his clothing. A voice from across the bull pen snapped her attention back to the present.

"SYLB!" Tony yelled after his boss, earning him a rude word from Gibbs in sign language, just as the lift doors closed. (see you later boss)

"Wow, boss sure is in a foul mood today, hey Zee-vah?" Tony looked over at his partner.

Looking up she sighed at the older but far less mature agent, "Yes Tony, although it seems to be only when he is around you!"

"Hey that's not nice. Anyway how do you know that he is only like it when he is around me?" he questioned as he lent back in his chair and placed his feet on the solid wooden desk.

"Because you have a unique talent of annoying people Tony!" stated a smirking McGee.

"No body's asking you McIdiot," Tony said as he threw a ball of screwed up paper at the younger agent.

"Well he was perfectly fine this morning before he started work," she sighed inwardly when she realised what she had said, and new instantly that Tony would jump at the opportunity to retort a smart arse remark. "And 3 . . .2 . . . 1 . . ," she mumbled, as she waited for her words to click in Tony's brain.

Then just as predicted and right on time, he said, "what were you doing with the boss before work this morning? Is there a little slap and tickle going on after business hours?" he smirked as he walked over to her desk, sat on the corner of the table and lent over into her personal space. "Maybe just a new, 'friends with benefits scheme'? Hmmm? A little hanky panky to relieve work related stress? You're my partner, you can tell me, you know that right?"

God she wanted to punch him. No, she wanted to put her hand down that big mouth of his and rip out his spine. Sighing though she simply said, "he gave me a lift to work! My car is playing up."

Tony studied her face for a while trying to see if she was telling the truth. "DiNozzo get off Davids desk and finish off those reports!" Gibbs stated as he walked off the elevator with two fresh cups of coffee in his hands. Walking past Ziva's desk he placed a cup of her favorite coffee on it, slapped Tony's head and continued over to his work space. The younger agent didn't move though.

"Thankyou Gibbs," she gave him a huge smile before taking a sip of the hot liquid.

Gibbs smiled back at the female assassin. God he loved that smile. It was a rare genuine eye sparkling one, one she seemed to keep just for him. For a trained interrogator there were a lot of different emotions showing in those eyes, but at the same time he couldn't quite read them either. Lust, want, need. Maybe he was reading to far into it and was only seeing what he wanted to see. A deep noise sounding like a strangled cat took his attention away from Ziva and towards the location of said noise.

"Booosssss!" Tony winned yet again, only this time it sounded like an emergency vehicle siren. "Why didn't McGee or I get coffee? Where stuck doing paperwork too."

"I gave Ziva coffee, because it is a small price to pay for her having to put up with you and your annoying ways every day."

"See I said you were annoying Tony," laughed McGee.

Tony attempted to deter the attention away from him and give it to Ziva, "hey boss did you know that our crazy ninja chick has another job?"

"No DiNozzo I didn't," Gibbs said as he sat down and started to flip through the files on his desk.

He was hoping that his next words wouldn't cause him another slap to the back of his head, "yeah! Mossad assassin by day, escort by night?" He knew he was playing with fire but he was just trying to get Ziva to bite, he was board and needed some verbal sparing with his partner to keep him going for the rest of the day.

"Does she look like a prostitute?" Gibbs growled out.

"Well, maybe with one of those tight little skirts......." he didn't get to finish as Gibbs rose out of his chair and glared at the younger agent.

"Sorry boss," Tony mumbled as he scurried back to his own desk and hid behind his computer, but not before tripping over his bag which sent him sprawling into the filing cabinet sending papers to the floor.

"Wow DiNozzo, not only do you have the most reports out of us all to complete, but now you'll be here until midnight tonight refiling. Talk about Karma," Gibbs smirked.

SCHOOL BUS 963
STREETS OF WASHINGTON DC
1000 ZULU

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round........." The children on the bus were singing as they made their way to the museum for a grade four excursion, when one of the tyres blew. Unable to continue on the flat they pulled off the road and onto a dirt track before coming to a halt.

"Now kids just sit still and I'll contact the depot and they will send another bus," He was just about to radio for help when there was a tap at the glass window. Pulling on the metal handle he opened the door and was immediately greeted with a man holding a gun. "Whoa steady on there, I have a bus full of children and your scaring them," he stated as he raised his hands above his head.

"Get to the back of the bus," the unknown man ordered with a flick of the gun signaling the driver to move. Once he was seated on the back seat he bound him to the rail in front of him.

"I'm looking for Ahelia, which one is she?" he barked.

"I don't know these kids names, I was just taking them to the museum," the driver stressed.

"Tell me!" he yelled into the mans face.

"I don't know who she is," he bellowed back. The questioning went on for some time before the strange man lost his patience, so aiming the gun at the bus driver he pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. The children started to scream and run for the exit, but another gun shot made them quieten down quickly.

"Now, my name is Rhani, where is my Ahelia?" he questioned again. "If you do not tell me, lets just say that things are going to ugly."

"I am Ahelia!" a girl, quite small and petite for her age raised her hand.

NCIS HQ WASHINGTON DC
BULL PEN
1145 ZULU

2 hours later the NCIS Director Jenny Sheppard, walked into the bull pen. "Jethro I have a case for you and your team," she said as they all gathered around the large screen TV. Flicking the switch a picture of a yellow bus almost completely hidden by trees came up, "A school bus on their way for an excursion was found by a passing patrol an hour ago. The bus driver, a retired marine Sargent, had been found bound, and lying at the back of the bus with a bullet wound to his heart. The class teacher was running late and was going to catch up with them, she called the police when they didn't arrive at their destination. The children where extremely scared, though physically they are unharmed, but they did witness the entire altercation."

"What are they saying?" asked Gibbs, "Did they get a look at the guy that did it?"

"All they keep saying is that the bad man told them his name was Rhani, and he asked the driver a few questions before he killed him. We haven't been able to confirm this just yet but a couple of the kids are claiming that he took a little girl by the name of Ahelia Roshanti, we don't know her last name as she is only new...." Jenny didn't get to finish as they heard a thud from behind the group, turning they all noticed that Ziva had crumpled to the floor.

"McGee call Ducky!" Gibbs ordered. "Never mind," he said as he noticed that the Scotish Doctor and the Lab Technician Goth was already stepping out of the elevator so he rushed to the young Israeli's side.

"Oh, good lord my dear," Ducky said as he too crouched beside her.

"Ziva, come on, wake up.....................there you go," Gibbs murmured as he drew her close to his chest and brushed some of her soft curls back behind her ear.

"Please tell me it is just a dream," she whispered as she clung to his shirt, and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Both sat still, just reveling in the feel of each others warmth.

The group before them stood silently by watching with worry, finally Jenny spoke up, "is there something going on that we should all know about Ziva?"

"Yeah, like maybe the whole passing out thing?" Tony questioned.

Ziva just sat quietly and Gibbs sighed, "We can't help you if you wont tell us Ziva," he said as lifted her off the floor and helped her to sit on the chair behind his desk.

"Are you ready to tell us?" asked Jenny after Ducky had given her a quick once over.

"Ahelia Roshanti, David, is my nine year old daughter," Ziva closed her eyes and brushed her hands over her face.

Abby was the first to break the silence, "I'm an auntie and I wasn't told!" she ranted. "How could you not tell anyone about something like that? I mean we've known you for four years, were your friends right? Don't you trust us?" she looked at Ziva with a hurt expression on her face.

"Abs, take a breath, I'm sure she has a reasonable explanation," Gibbs said softly as they all brought their attention back to Ziva who had regained her stony Mossad composure.

"It was a conscious decision to keep quiet about her Abs. I have either killed or put a lot of people in prison. If someone wanted to take revenge on me, they would try and get it through her. And now that's exactly what has happened."

"I have an urgent delivery for Ziva David!" Came a voice from behind the group, "There are no postage marks so we put it through our scanners and it looks to be a flat object of some kind," said a man that worked in the mail room as he passed the box to Gibbs.

Gibbs put some gloves on, took the parcel, opened it and pulled out a disk, "McGee!" he handed the item over to the younger agent.

Placing it in his computer he set it so it played on the big TV. When the screen jumped into life it showed a video of a petite little girl sitting on a chair. Her curly chocolate coloured hair draped over her shoulders and hung down to her waist, her golden skin glistened under the intense lights of the room, her hands were cuffed and she sat looking at someone that was standing just out of view.

"Look at the camera and tell them what I want," came the harsh order from a heavily accented man.

Turning she looked at the screen to reveal a pair of striking violet colored eyes. Sitting tall and proud she allowed no trace of fear to pass through her strong facade as she slowly started to speak, "hello ima, I am fine so do not worry........."

The man off screen yelled at her, "That is not what you're supposed to say!"

Turning she pursed her lips and glared at the man, "my mother says if you are mature enough to handle a weapon, then you are old enough to be held responsible for your actions. You handled a weapon when you killed that man and you are responsible for kidnapping me. Yet you can't pass on a simple message on your own?" she paused. "You have a mouth, yes? So you can say it yourself," she demanded with her own Israeli accent.

The man walked to stand beside the little girl, as he started to talk he held a gun to her, but still she didn't let any of her feelings show. "It is easy to tell she is your daughter Ziva, full of fire and very stubborn, just like you always were. I spent 10 years in a prison because of you, and you don't even tell her who her father was! Why didn't you tell her Ziva? Anyway my demands are simple. I want you, in exchange for our daughter. I will ring at 1600 on your phone at your apartment to arrange a meeting point for the exchange." He was silent for a while as he looked over at the girl still sitting quietly beside him, "Violet eyes are rare for someone that is of Israeli blood, yes? She will break many hearts when she is older," he trailed his free hand down the side of the young girls face before looking back at the camera. "She is a very beautiful nine year old Ziva, but screw with me, and our daughter will not live to see her tenth, understood," with that the screen went black.

"That moron cuffed her, he cuffed a defenseless nine year old! His nine year old!" Abby said as she looked at the group around her.

"She's not defenseless," Gibbs stated. "She is her mothers daughter after all," they looked confused so he explained. "By the looks from the footage she wont be cuffed for long," he sighed, "and she is now in fact armed."

"Replay the CD McGee," requested Ziva also knowing what her daughter had been doing.

They watched the film again but this time focused on the little girl, even though she was looking forward they could see that her eyes never left her kidnapper. Waiting for the right moment, she reached out slowly and lifted a small knife out of the mans holster that sat on his waist, and quickly tucked it into her jacket pocket. Then she lifted her hands to her head and swiftly grabbed a small bobby pin from her hair, they could see her tiny fingers moving as she tried to pick the lock on her cuffs. She did all this, as she kept her attention at the camera and the armed man beside her.

They all turned to look at Ziva with shock, so she explained, "If you are born into a Mossad family you start to train from the time you learn to walk. But don't worry I have taught her to injure not kill. Although she has been shown how to perform some lethal moves by her grandfather."

"So we not only have a crazy ninja chick, but a crazy ninjaret on our hands," Tony mumbled but they ignored him.

"Ziva, who is this Rhani?" questioned Jenny.

"He was a target of mine. Ten years ago my mission was to infiltrate a Hammas terrorist cell, operating out of Beersheba in Southern Israel. Their leader was Rhani Shaphat. I had to go undercover, and work my way into his group, I eventually became his girlfriend, it was another two years before we were able to take him and his followers down. It was not long after this that I found out that I was pregnant. He is supposed to be serving a life imprisonment in a high risk facility called Camp 1391."

"Never heard of it!" stated Gibbs.

"Until 2003 when an Israeli historian stumbled upon some old maps, the facility was top secret. It is operated by the Israel Defence Force Intelligence Corps. It is such a high risk facility that the prisoners are allowed no visitors at the main compound, and anyone that wondered upon it accidentally, disappears permanently."

"I have a question that you might think is stupid, especially at a time like this, but why does she have violet eyes?" questioned McGee.

"Yes they are rather unusual, even for a caucasian it is rare," Ducky stated as he was rather intrigued to know as well.

"She was born with an unpigmintation of the iris, which is where you get blue eyes from, but due to abnormal Melanocyte cells hers are violet. Doctors told me she might end up vision impaired due to this rare abnormality, but she has been tested and has exceptional eye sight."

"Alright, I'll put Charlies team on the case of the murdered ex marine. Your team Jethro are to work on getting Ziva's daughter back. Now I have a call in MTAC to SECNAV that I'm going to have to make, keep me up dated," the Director said as she headed towards the stairs.

TBC

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