"Ziva…", Tony whispered reaching out to pull her into his arms. He wanted to do anything to stop her from pacing around.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped, continuing her pacing. "I have to call my father."

No one moved for fear of upsetting her. Both teams where all crowded around the bullpen while Abby and McGee working feverishly to find any clues they possibly could. They had already processed the scene and had only come up with one set of prints that didn't match parents at the daycare, not that they where no including them a suspects. They checked every database known to man and came up with nothing the only thing Ziva could think of was calling her father.

"Someone give me a goddamn phone!" She yelled at no one in particular.

Tony pressed his cell phone into her palm, she tailed the phone so quickly Tony barley saw her fingers move across the keyboard. After two rings her father answered the phone.

"Papa… no Papa please listen… no I'm not…. It's Caleb he- we can't- he was abducted… I don't know there's nothing was left behind… yes I believe it was by a professional … I'm not sure… yes please… I love you Papa."

Ziva snapped the phone shut and all but threw it back at Tony resuming her pacing. "He's coming bringing a team of his best men to help… I-" She took a deep breath looked and looked at Tony.

In that moment she looked like a little girl so scared and broken like he had never seen her before it hurt him just to look at her. He closed the distance between the two of them and wrapped his arms around her for a moment a very short moment she relaxed into his embrace he touched her hair softly soothing it enjoying the texture of it the smell of it called him down enough to properly comfort Ziva. But just as quickly as he had gathered her in his arms she had pushed him away.

"Don't do that!" she warned shaking her head in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. "I can not fall apart right now and if you keep doing that I am going to so just stop okay stop my son needs me right now."

"Ziva no one expects you to be strong your allowed to fall apart." Abby said hugging her daughter closer to her as if she was trying to protect her from the very horrors that Caleb was no doubt dealing with now.

"Caleb expects me to be strong! He needs for me to be strong for him." Ziva argued back she didn't know what else to do how else she was supposed hold herself together if she didn't.

Her father would be here in a few hours and then everything would be okay they would help find Caleb and Caleb would be okay everything would be okay it wasn't going to be like Ezar her son was going to survive this.

"You need to sleep Ziva."

Ziva shook her head and continued pacing, she had been pacing for almost two days strait racking her brain wondering who could possibly be doing this. She hadn't sleep since the night before Caleb went missing and she had no intention of doing so anytime soon besides she was so pumped full of coffee there was no way she would settle down long enough to go to sleep.

"Not sleeping." she said shortly. She mumbled something in Hebrew it sounded like a name fallowed but an angry stream of words. This happened about every ten minutes. Then she would look up and she would have the name on the tip of her tongue before she would shake her head and continue her pacing.

"You know everything's going to be okay you've got three of the best crime investigating teams in the world."

Again Ziva shook her head she didn't even look at him. Somehow hours later he had managed to calm her down enough to get her to sleep.

"Ezar?" Ziva said quietly as she walked over to his desk trailing her fingers across the cool wood. What she was about to tell him scared the hell out of her. What if he wanted nothing to do with her after he found out? She hadn't ever thought about the big 'what if' and they had never spoken of it.

"Yes, Zivaleh?" he asked brushing her dark curls out of her eyes, he kissed her lightly on the lips. She was very aware that telling him this essential piece of news while they where working was a bit inappropriate but after a week she had finally gotten up the courage to tell him and she wasn't going to back out now.

She took a deep shaky breath, "I'm Pregnant."

"Pregnant?" He said in a voice so low she barley heard her.

Ziva nodded biting her lip.

"Amazing." He whispered against her lips. When he pulled away he noticed the surprise look on her face and laughed lightly

"How did you expect me to react."

Ziva smiled weakly. "I-I thought you would leave me." She muttered.

Another laugh slipped past his lips. "I would never leave you my love,"

"Never?" She asked hating the way that he made her sound like a hopeful child.

"Never, I promise you."

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She laid in the hospital bed exhausted but fighting it as hard as she could as she watched the tiny baby in her arms in wonder. If their was ever a miracle then it was him. He was perfect from his dark curls to all ten of his tiny little toes. The moment he had been given to her she was in love. A love she had never felt before, this was the love between a mother and a child. Unyielding never ending love.

It hit her then like a tidal wave of emotion. She hated herself for it, hated that he was on her mind while she was in her husbands arms with their child in hers. It was sick but she couldn't help it. While she loved Ezar he wasn't the love of her life. No, she shook her head, it was disgusting to think of something like that when her son had just been born. Absolutely disgusting. And yet she still wanted him to be some part of her little boy the name slipped out before she had a chance to think about it.

"Caleb Daniel." She said quietly so that she wouldn't wake up the sleeping infant.

"I love it." he replied, kissing his son on the top of his head and then Ziva's lips.

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She could smell it, the strong stench of gasoline was burning her nose and making her woozy. They had drenched this place. It was only a matter of time before the place went up in flames. She prayed that they would get out in time to survive this. Her eyes are wide observant as they always are on a mission, loosing your partner was not an option. Particularly when said partner was the father of your child. Her heart was beating out of control. Inside she was panicking but if you looked at her you wouldn't be able to tell, there was no emotion on her face just pure focus. She wanted to get this done with in time to tuck Caleb in bed. He was always upset when she didn't do that.

Gun raised she quickly changed her position fallowed closely by Ezar. The rest of the team was on the other side of the building sweeping that side. The take down had to be tonight who knew when they would get another chance at this creep? Their was a crash coming from the middle of the warehouse. Quickly and silently Ziva made her way to where the sound was coming from.

And then before she could even blink shots where fired out of no where.

One gunshot

Another

And another.

All hitting the desired target in the chest. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was him. That he had been shot. Her throat was tight with emotion when she finally did turn around she saw him there his eyes where wide from surprise his mouth slightly agape and he was gasping for breath. Her gun fell to the floor with a clank and lay forgotten. Ziva ripped off her jacket and pressed it to his wounds trying to stop the bleeding.

"Ziva." it came out in a wheeze.

"Shh, don't talk you'll be okay I promise okay?"

"No, I love you always." He choked out with great difficulty.

"Don't do that damn it! Your going to live I swear it!"

He shook his head with a grimace and with surprising strength he pulled her down and kissed her with everything he had left. When he pulled back he closed his eyes, his chest stopped rising and falling. Ziva collapsed in tears across his chest.

The body beneath her transformed into that of a child's. Lifeless at his father Caleb laid there, dead.

"No!" Ziva yelled shooting up right in her bed her breathing was erratic and her cheeks where wet. She had been crying in her sleep. A loud beeping noise broke through the haze, Ziva snatched up her cell phone.

"David."

"Be at the warehouse on Alamos rd. noon tomorrow if you ever wish to see Caleb again. Be alone or the boy dies."


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