One Last Mission

It was hours later when the darkness still dragged on and she realized that something was horribly wrong – something more wrong than the obvious. Night had been too long … night was longer than it had ever been. Was it possible that no windows existed in the place? Adrenaline raced through her veins as she turned her head towards the sound of Gibbs. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. "Gibbs," She said, clearing her throat. "is there a window in this place?"

He was decidedly less coherent than before, but he answered her, which allowed the former Mossad agent a moment of relief. "Yes, Ziva." His voice was nearly silent and it took him a moment to complete the sentence. The last thing she remembered, he'd been hit in the head with the butt of a gun. Were the affects worse than she'd thought? "Why?"

Instantly her throat closed, and she struggled with the sudden fear that she'd never allowed herself to feel. "Can you…" she swallowed. "See? Can you see, Gibbs?"

"Ziva?" Gibbs was suddenly more coherent, forcing himself to be for the sake of the woman next to him. He could hear the fear she struggled to repress in her voice. "Why are you asking me?"

"No reason, Gibbs." She suppressed all fear she may have felt.

"Ziva?"

Blind and very close to being afraid, the world turned to black as Ziva fainted …

Flashback

She was sitting at her desk when the call came through, a call that would send chills through her veins and nearly stop her breath. She knew it couldn't be possible – and it wasn't possible for it wasn't true, but it didn't stop her from having to put her head down on her desk for just a fast moment.

The call … the voice on the phone … it wasn't possible, for the voice that spoke the words was long dead. She knew this. She'd killed him herself. And there was something off about the voice that scared her. She knew it couldn't be real, but it didn't fail to freak her out. Perhaps that was what scared her the most – that she had allowed herself to be riled by the call.

The call was from her brother. It was his voice, undeniably, and it told her that she had to complete one more mission, under the threat of her father.

"You'll complete this mission, Ziva." He'd said, and the voice was so familiar that her head spun. "Or someone on your team will meet the same fate as Caitlin."

She knew that he wasn't below it. She wanted to cry, but she didn't. She wanted to scream and punch the computer at her desk, she thought of kicking the copy machine again.

But she didn't. Because she had control, because it was how she'd been trained.

"What're you up to, Zee-vah?" DiNozzo passed the desk as he came in that morning, but didn't wait for a response – he went to McGee, discussing his plans for this weekend. She knew she couldn't tell him – as much as she wanted to. It was the first time she'd ever really wanted to tell someone else just how much this hurt – but she didn't.

"Nothing, DiNozzo." She said, picking up her bag in her hand and starting to walk towards the door. They could wonder where she went, she pretended she didn't care that it would panic them. She could feel his eyes on her back, the confused state of his mind.

"Where are you going, Ziva?"

She'd been so caught up in her own mind that she hadn't noticed her boss's entrance. "Gibbs." She acknowledged, trying to continue out of the building.

"I asked where you were going, Ziva." He blocked her way.

"I'm leaving."

"Ziva."

"Gibbs." She answered.

"Meeting room. Now, Ziva."

Author's Note:

Rukia (PROBIE 3): My friend edited this and I did the best that I could coming up with this idea, please be kind. Thank you and have a nice day!

SSW: I'm the friend. And your chapter was awesome. Couldn't have done it without you.

Dawn: Yes, the dawn.

SSW: There's something wrong with you, Dawn.

Dawn's writing the next chapter. Please review, hope you enjoyed, no Ari is NOT coming back to life, don't worry. SSW thought about being Dead Kate (Abby's vision, FTW.) for Halloween, because she's wearing a blonde wig right now and found spray paint blood for the bullet hole. Now THAT would have been funny.