Chapter 2

Ziva sighed and picked up her bag, "I'm going I'll see you tomorrow." She said with an attempted smile. Tony shouted after her, causing a real smile, "maybe he does care abut me after all." She thought as she stepped into the elevator pressing the ground floor button, waving back at Tony and McGee. But she was tired, they all were you could see it in their eyes. Because of this case, yet they still had to be on high alert – they suspected e would kill again with in the next week.

The elevator dinged when she reached her destination, she walked out into the parking lot fumbling for her keys. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind; she dropped her keys, twisted and punched him in the face. He reacted in a flash, grabbing her arm turning her around again and grabbed her ponytail and pulled causing her to groan. He put his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck roughly, "You'll pay for that sweet cheeks." Her last thought before he knocked her out was how did he know that name?

The mystery guy dragged Ziva's limp body across into his car, gagged and bound her, and got out his camera.

Tony was sat at his desk, trying not to think about the bastard that's killed all those poor girls. That they couldn't catch.

"Focus Tony, focus." He thought to himself. Although that was hard to do, considering the fact the paper work he was attempting was mind-numbingly boring. It was declining at a painfully slow rate and that was if it was declining at all. So instead, he used his usual distraction, which came in the form of Ziva. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her work, occasionally she would catch him staring, and sometimes he would even catch her staring at him. The desk opposite him was empty, so he couldn't watch her – and there was no way in hell he would be watching McGoo anytime soon. Ziva actually occupied his thought a lot of the time, but right now he felt the peculiar tingling and restlessness inside him, which was also known as curiosity.

"Hey McGeek! How'd you like to know what Ziva was looking at earlier?"

"She put the key in her trouser pocket Tony, and that is beside the point – it's none of our business."

"Oh but McProbie, Ziva keeps that key in the second drawer down in a little make-up bag, and that drawer is unlocked."

"And how do you know that Tony?" McGee raised his eyebrows.

"I'm an investigator McGiggle." He paused for effect, "It's what I do."

"Go ahead Tony, but when she finds out, she'll kill you."

"Ahh, true, but she won't find out McGee, not unless you tell her – and if you do I'll get you before she gets me."

"She'll find out Tony." McGee said as Tony crept over to the desk subtly pulling open the second drawer and unzipping the make up bag, and taking out the key.

He unlocked the top drawer, "Tony" McGee warned. He ignored him. He saw the book from Jenny, and a photo of the team – which was probably from Abbey. A card and a bracelet from him, which puzzled him slightly. Then at the bottom of the pile an opened envelope addressed to her. At this point he knew he should back down, but his curiosity and desire to see deeper into her personal life took over. The envelope looked old and tattered; he carefully took the paper out and opened it up to find a letter, it read:

Shalom Ziva,

I hope you are well. I write in English because papa says I must practise, I hope I will be as good as you. I miss you greatly my sister, it is never the same with you gone from home. I do not have anybody to talk too, or anybody to laugh with! You brought brightness to our home.

How is your work?

As soon as I can I shall join Mossad, maybe we could work together? Yes?

I was sixteen yesterday. I have not heard from you for a month and I am getting a little worried, after all you your work is dangerous, I hope you are well. I know this is difficult, but know I miss you and love you myיפה אחותי

Enclosed is a picture from a life time ago, I miss you.

כל האהבה שלי

Tali xxx

Tony took out the photo and saw two young girls on a beach laughing. The girl on the right he identified as Ziva and he presumed the other was her sister Tali. He was taken by surprise at their similarities, the same hair, and the same gorgeous chocolate eyes. Ziva's eyes had changed, in this she looked care free, truly happy, like a child should. Now her eyes were not unhappy, but they had seen a lot – too much. Tony felt slightly shocked as he remembered what Ziva had said in one of their first encounters, outside the hotel. Tali had been killed in an explosion when she was sixteen. This was most likely the last letter Ziva had received from her before her death. Now he realized she kept this drawer locked with good reason, and felt guilty. This was very personal, and no matter how much he teased her – he respected Ziva.

Tony was just locking the drawer again, when Ducky walked up to him an envelope in his hand.

"Tony, my dear boy, just who I was looking for – a rather mysterious figure came up to me outside a moment ago and asked me to give you this," He gestured at the envelope, "he seemed in rather a hurry to be off and said it was urgent."

Tony took the envelope off Ducky, who started again, "The young man reminded me of a fellow I met once at…" But as Tony saw what was in the envelope the he zoned out on the rest of the Ducky's sentence. Inside was a photo of Ziva, walking across the parking lot, written across it were the words, "tick, tock, tick, tock."

Tony raced down the stairs to the ground floor hardly aware of what the others were shouting after him, he desperately looked around, he saw her car and ran to it. There was something on the windscreen, a photo, of Ziva bound, gagged and unconscious written across it was "Too late."

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