Warning-this chapter is a little heavy. It contains a few bad words, and a whooping at the hands of Eli David (I don't like him much). No characters were actually killed in the writing of this story. BTW-I do not really like this one-too heavy. I like writing about Abby-she is fun because she always throws caution to the wind and to hell with the consequences.

From the minute the plane had landed in Israel, Eli had been drilling and training Ziva without letting up. Ziva had hoped that she would have time to see old He pushed her friends.

"Papa please can I go visit Anna and Aslam. I have not seen them since we left for the US.!" Begged Ziva.

Eli was not moved by his daughter's pleas; in fact it only managed to anger him. He leveled a steely gaze at his daughter. "You are mossad; you no longer have times for friends. You will train 24/7 because on this next mission your life depends on your success. Clear!"

"I hate you". Ziva yelled before turning and trying to walk away from Eli David.

Eli grabbed Ziva by her ponytail and dragged her over to his desk. He pushed her down over the desk and began removing his belt from the loops. He held Ziva down with one hand while he used the other to bring his belt down over and over until he felt his daughter would submit to his authority.

Ziva tried hard to remain brave. She bit her lip to keep from crying but finally after about the 30 swat quiet tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Eli David was not like most fathers. He seemed to have a heart of stone even when it came to his kids. The sight of his daughter crying did nothing to sway his mind from the punishment he thought she deserved. He continued to bring the belt down on her backside a good 50 times until he felt he had beaten the stubbornness out of her.

Most fathers after punishing their children would offer a hug or reassurances of their love. Eli David was not like most fathers. When he was done punishing his daughter he released his hand from her back, grabbed her arm and stood her up. "Do you now understand your place in mossad?" he yelled at her.

Ziva had stopped the tears but her eyes were still wet. She looked her father in the eye and said "Yes papa". The words her mouth spoke may have been what her father wanted to hear but the feelings in her heart were one of anger and hatred for all things mossad including her father.

Maliki (one of Eli's mossad officers) is waiting to train you in diffusing bombs. "Go".

The hours of training turned into days and the days into weeks. Ziva was not allowed to attend school. She was not able to see any of her friends. All of her time was spent learning how to kill a man with her bare hands, diffusing bombs, target practice, and survival skills. She was able to send a few text messages to Tony over the weeks.

Gibbs and Jenny were worried about their son. He went to school and came home. He didn't spend a lot of time hanging out with friends anymore. Although he did continue to play on the school basketball team. There was a change in Tony since Ziva left.

Gibbs and Jenny didn't have to worry about Tony not being unreachable. He didn't go anywhere without his phone attached to him. Not for fear of parental reprimand, but fear of missing a text from Ziva. He read text messages from her over and over. He missed her like crazy and hoped and prayed that she would come back.

Then one week the texts stopped. Tony had tried to text Ziva a few times and never got a reply back. As days of no replay turned into a week, Tony began to worry. Gibbs and Jenny tried to make his see a logical side. Maybe Eli had taken her phone away, or maybe she was busy or maybe she had decided to end communication and didn't know how to tell Tony.

While they both tried to offer explanation for her lack of communication, Gibbs had a nagging feeling in his gut. He knew how much Ziva cared for Tony and had a feeling that if she wasn't contacting him it wasn't because she didn't want to, it was because she couldn't.

Without ever voicing their concerns around Tony, Gibbs and Jenny were doing a little digging on their own while at work. Jenny was using her connections to try to find out what mossad missions were being carried out by Director David. Franks and Gibbs were following up any leads that they had.

As the week began turning into two without any word from Ziva, Tony was beginning to become more and more upset. He felt helpless to do anything to protect the girl her loved. He had no idea where she was or what was going on and that feeling made him sick with worry.

It was the first week in March when Jenny had gotten a tip that mossad agents had been sent on a suicide mission to infiltrate Salem's camp. Among the causalities was a young teenage mossad officer who matched Ziva's description.

When Jenny heard the news she actually dropped the phone. Her first thoughts were Oh my god Ziva is dead, how the hell are we going to tell Tony. Once she recovered a little from the shock she called Gibbs and told him to come to her office.

When Gibbs walked in her office he took one look at her face and knew something was very wrong. "Jen…"

Tears began falling from Jenny's eyes. "Jethro she is dead. Ziva is dead".

Gibbs put his arms around his wife in an attempt to comfort her. "How?"

"Her bastard father sent her on a suicide mission to North Africa."

TBC