A.N. Hey here is the second chapter it was quite long so I split it into 2. I would love feedback anything that will help me improve my writing. Also if people like it I will continue writing the rest. Enjoy
"Morning McGoo, what are you doing there?" Tony walked over to his desk and dumped his backpack, took his gun, badge, phone and keys and slid them into his draw. He then walked over and stood in front of McGee's desk while he was concentrating on his computer screen.
"I have just Overclocked my CPU, boosting performance in the processing of data. I Also updated the Hard Drive to 10'000rpm raptors, lowering seek time and assisting the loading data. The GPU has been tweeked so that it is operating at optimum levels. I have also..." Tony was standing with a neutral look on his face completely tuned out. "Stop with the McGeek speech McGeek. Last time I ask you what you are doing."
Tony walked back to his desk and leaned back in his chair, he glanced over and just then realised that the desk opposite was unoccupied. "Where's Ziva?" said Tony, he started to think about how she acted in the park yesterday and hoped that she was just on a coffee run and not actually ill. "Ummm, hasn't come in this morning" said McGee still not lifting his eyes from the computer monitor and typing at lightning speed.
Tony logged into his computer and started researching the background of the dead Lieutenant although not concentrating very much he found enough to keep Gibbs happy, not that Gibbs is ever really happy… o well it was enough. What Tony was really concentrating on is Ziva, why does it bother me so much? She can take care of herself. Tony felt down knowing that she had fallen ill and he wouldn't get to spend yet another day with her in the bullpen. He hadn't really realised he would care so much if she wasn't there which yet again got him thinking how he really felt. He had really screwed up her life, he felt pain when thinking about killing her boyfriend, and if it wasn't for that she wouldn't have gone back to Israel. She wouldn't have gone back to Mossad and she wouldn't have been captured and tortured for 3 months, mentally and physically. This is what hurt Tony the most, he can remember thinking she was dead. How his life just stopped, how he felt… crushed. He remembers her face when he first saw her in Somalia. The scratches on her face, the bruises, the scars and her lifeless expression, if already dead.
"Where's Ziva? Tony!" Gibbs was standing in front of Tony's desk impatiently waiting for a reply.
" I don't know boss isn't she sick? I thought she had called you?" "Well do you think I would be asking if she had, Tony?" "No boss, I will call her right away", Tony picked up the phone and dialled the too familiar number. No answer. He tried a second time, a third, he tried her mobile her home, no answer. Thiswas not like Ziva she would have called and she is always on time. Tony felt the same worry he experience seeing her in the park yesterday afternoon, what if something really was wrong, she wasn't sick she was in trouble… why didn't I see it!
"Boss she isn't answering… I think something is wrong." Gibbs looked up and stared in question. Tony told both Gibbs and McGee about what had happened the day before. "This isn't like her boss… I think she may be in a lot of trouble", and Tony knew it.
It didn't take long for Abby to find out about Ziva's disappearance and she was pacing up and down in her lab, a look of worry spread over her face and when Tony walked into her lab he almost got knocked flying when Abby and him in one of her hugs.
"I can't lose her again Tony! It was too close last time, not again! Oh please tell me she will be ok, I guess she can take care of herself being an assassin and all, but what if she isn't Tony!" Tony just embraced her hug and let her get it all out, he rubbed his hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. "Abby, I'm sure she will be fine" I hope she will be fine. "Abby can you trace her phone; we need to start looking for her".
Abby dropped her arms from around Tony's neck and raced over to the computers in the middle of the room. She brought up the search and typed in Ziva's number. After a couple of minutes the computer beeped to show it had found the results. Abby read the computer and with a confused tone simply said "It says she's at home". Before Abby could even say another word the room was empty.
The car tires screeched to a halt as Tony pulled up to the curb opposite her building, double parked like the night he went up and killed Rivkin. Tony shuddered at the thought and hoped that this time wouldn't be so dramatic. He was out the car door and across the street within seconds before looking up the building and sliding in the glass doors. Tony pushed the button for the elevator and after waiting for a mere 5 seconds couldn't wait any longer and dashed for the stairs. Why does she have to be on the top floor, Tony was panting hard when he finally reached Ziva's door hoping that she would be inside.
Tony walked closer to knock when he saw a fine crack down the edge, his eyes slid down to the lock, tampered. Tony had his gun out when he slowly pushed open the door, it creaked loudly and the room was dark. "Ziva? Ziva are you in here, its Tony" No response came from the dark apartment. Tony slid across the wall feeling for the switch and it was soon clear that there was no Ziva. The dim light filled the room and revealed open draws, paper scattered across the floor boards, there was broken glass and photos knocked down, he saw that every book in the bookshelf had been thrown across the room, someone had trashed her apartment in search of something, but what?
Tony walked into the middle of the living room where a mobile phone sat on a cleared coffee table, Ziva's phone. Tony picked up her phone and flipped it open, he decided to look through her previous calls and messages to look for a clue on what might have happened the only problem was that there was no memory; all her messages, photos and contacts had been erased. Tony snapped the phone shut and looked down to see a message on the table. Tony picked up the note and started to read the one sentence written in neat hand writing, Ziva's neat hand writing.
Please do not come after me, stop looking.
Ziva
