'She's gone. She's gone.' The very words repeated in Tony's head every since he heard the news.

'Another daughter. Another daughter.' The very words repeated in Gibbs head every since he heard the news.

'Ziva, no. Ziva, no.' The very words repeated in both Abby's and McGee's head every since they heard the news.

She had been called to Israel. Her father's possessions needed lifting and she was the only one left to do it. It was simple, really. Well, so it seemed. She arrived in Israel and went straight to her father's house and lifted all his belongings. She knew something was wrong, her Mossad Ninja senses felt it, as Tony would say. She missed him so much and she'd only been gone 24 hours. She blamed her worry on old feelings arising from being in her childhood home again. But, she trusted her gut, like Gibbs. It was too late, she did not hear the beeping. The constant tick-tock in the background. The timer of the bomb that was about to kill her. She finally heard it, but she knew she was goner. Her last thought before the bomb went off, 'Tony, I love you, remember that.'

How hadn't he felt it, how did he not feel it in his heart. The heart that held all their memories, held his love for her, for his Ziva.

How hadn't his gut knew something was wrong. He had always trusted his gut. He even taught her that himself. Now his gut had cost him another daughter.

They Lost Her.