She stares out the window of a private plane. Gibbs sits in a seat nearby. She doesn't say a word to him. He reads a file to himself. This was going to be a long flight, and an even longer mission. The CIA had provided them with a fifteen passenger plane. All twenty nine children had been identified. Nine of them no longer had either biological parent living. Thirteen had only one biological parent living. Only seven had both biological parents living. Out of the twenty nine children only four of them had their biological parents been located, and contacted so far.
Gibbs looks up from his file.
"I told you to stay put. You are even worse at following orders than she is," Gibbs comments.
Ziva looks around, she sees only herself, and Gibbs in the cabin.
"You can come out now," Gibbs adds.
The bathroom door at the rear of the plane unlatches. Hannah steps out.
"Does Tony know where you are?" Ziva questions.
Hannah walks over to a storage closet, and unlocks it. Tony steps out.
"I still do not understand why I got locked in a tiny closet, and you got the bathroom. I am way bigger than you."
"Because I said please," Hannah reminds him.
Tony takes a seat next to Gibbs. Hannah takes a seat in front of Ziva.
"I thought that we agreed not to bring them with us," Ziva thinks aloud.
"We did, but neither of them are very good at following directions."
"It will be easier if I am with you," Hannah adds.
Hours later they arrive in Tel-Aviv. Malachi Ben-Gidon waits for them at the airstrip.
"Can you tell me why I am meeting you here, without your father's knowledge?" questions Ziva.
She steps off the plane first. Hannah steps off behind her, then Tony, and finally Gibbs.
"Did you do what I asked?" Ziva responds.
"Yes. Four vehicles. Where are we going? Why do you have a child with you?"
"This is Hannah."
"Hello," Malachi greets her.
"Why did you bring a child with you to Tel-Aviv?"
"She is my daughter," Ziva reveals.
"Your daughter? You do not have a daughter."
"I do," she corrects him.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"You should ask Eli that. I would have told you that I had a daughter, but I did not know, until yesterday," Ziva admits.
"How were you unaware of that?"
"It seems that my father has been attempting to create assassins."
"Create them? You mean train them?"
"Create them. From unknowing donors. I am not the only one. It started in 1995. There are twenty nine children. Ranging from 15 to four months. There is another who has not been born yet."
"I think that I would know if this were true."
"Do you know that Hadar had a ten year old son named Jonah?"
"You are making things up."
"Hannah," Ziva motions.
Hannah steps forward, she hands Ziva a picture. Ziva presents it to Ben-Gidon. "This is Jonah," she announces.
"I do not understand."
"These children are implanted into surrogates. After birth they are taken to a training camp in the middle of the desert. They learn to go unnoticed in the world. They are trained to be killers. They are children, and my father had the twisted idea to turn them into cold blooded killers."
"Where is your proof?"
Ziva points to Hannah, "She is my proof."
"You believe her?"
"I don't have to. She provided us with files upon files to prove it. I have names of every donor, every child that was created. I have names, and dates, and pictures. That picture," she points to the picture in his hands, "that is the son of one of our former colleagues."
"How could they have children without knowing?"
"My father paid people off to retrieve sperm samples, and retrieve eggs from spies, assassins, and snipers. Samples were sent to the lab. A doctor in a lab matched up suitable donors, and created embryos. He implanted them in surrogates who carried them until birth. And none of the biological parents knew about them."
"When? When did this happen?"
"The samples were collected after surgeries, during periods of unconsciousness, anytime anyone went into the hospital, this could have happened."
"You lead. I will follow," he agrees.
She grabs her bag, and moves towards one of the empty vans. Hannah follows her.
"Ziva?" Hannah questions as Ziva starts the engine.
"Buckle up," Ziva insists, "On second thought, you might be better off riding with Tony. He is a much safer driver."
"I will take my chances," Hannah answers.
"Ok," Ziva nods.
"Ziva?"
"Yes, Hannah?"
"There is something you aren't telling me, isn't there?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"We will discuss it later," Ziva replies.
"You do not have to keep secrets from me."
"I know that you have seen many things that you should not have in your life, but the fact is, you are still a child. There are some things that you do not need to know."
"Maybe I don't need to know them, but I am curious. What is it that is bothering you?"
"Hannah the whole situation bothers me. The fact that someone would think that it was ok to create children without the biological parents knowledge, that bothers me. The fact that someone thinks it is ok to train a child to become a killer is ok, that sickens me. The fact that someone is my father, does not surprise me, but... I hate it."
"You hate him?"
"Even if I said that I did, it does not make it ok."
"I think it is ok to hate him," Hannah disagrees.
"Maybe he deserves it, but... hate is not a constructive entity."
"There is more. Something I don't know about. Right?"
"Yes," Ziva nods.
"Does it have to do with MN2011D?"
"Yes," Ziva nods again.
"Are we going to talk about it?"
"No."
"Are you afraid?"
"Of what?" Ziva questions as she focuses on driving.
"This ending badly?"
"No. I am not afraid of that."
"You seem afraid of something."
"I am afraid despite all of our efforts, what we do here, today will not be enough to matter."
"It matters."
"Why did you come to NCIS? Why did you come looking for me?"
"Would you have preferred not to know?"
"I am not saying that. I am just curious."
"I knew that you would help them. I knew that you were the only one who would be good enough to want to help them, and not use them for evil. I know that sometimes there is not a very clear distinction between good and bad. I know sometimes that some people do not need to continue to exist on this planet, but I am not ok with being the one to decide who those people are."
"You do not want to kill?"
"I am the best. I never lose a fight. I am tough, because I have to be, to survive, but I did not want this. I do not wish to take anyone's life. Adam, is fifteen, and there has been talk of offering his services to Iran. They are willing to pay a lot of money to have him. The goal is to get him to go to Iran, and infiltrate terrorist cells, and eliminate them. Benjamin should be the next one that anyone is interested in."
"Adam is the oldest, and Benjamin is the next oldest?"
"Yes, Mossad wants us to be package deals. So instead they offered Cayla to go with him. Benjamin would go later, with Dara."
"They do not want Benjamin?"
"They have decided that they do not want any of them. They came to see us, and they no longer want even Adam."
"So they are not interested in any of you?"
"They want me, and only me. After the Iranians came to visit there others from at least three other countries. They all want me."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Negotiations have been going on for nearly a year. Too bad there is only one of me."
"Today," Ziva says under her breath.
"Today? What do you mean today there is only one of me? I do not understand."
"If you found the most valuable weapon, would you attempt to reproduce it?"
"Of course. If you have something that is highly sought after, you create more of it."
"Yes. You do," Ziva agrees.
"There is only one of me today. Does that mean that one day there are going to be more of me? I mean there can only be one of me, but more people like me?"
Ziva does not answer. She simply continues to drive.
"MN2011D? They are in the process of creating another person who is genetically similar to me?"
"Did you read all of the files?"
"No," she shakes her head.
