The letter on Ziva's desk was just too tempting. Tony was early to work, so he siddled up to her desk and grabbed it. No return address... strange. He held his breath by habit, a habit formed ever since he had contracted the plague. He started reading.
'Dear Ziva,
You already know you deserve to die. But I think you deserve far worse. You have suffered through torture with no effect. Countless of your loved ones have been killed, you have even killed some of them. You haved been kidnapped, stabbed, shot, tortured and-' Tony winced- '- raped. But what if we stopped trying to hurt you directly and turned to your team? You get to watch helplessly as I cause your team so much anguish in trying to find what has been taken. I have already started, Ziva. As you are reading this, you will find that Ms. Scuito has vanished. And this is all because of you.'
Tony stopped breathing, and bolted to the elevator.