Sorry, its been a while.

Same disclaimer. You guys know the drill.


The sounds of dripping awoke Ziva from her slumber, she had spent most of the night trying to rid herself of her binds, after several fruitless attempts she had successfully released her hands and began working on her feet. She has fallen asleep what seemed like hours later, but was probably closer to minutes. Coming to her senses now she groaned slightly, her body aching all over from laying on a cold, damp, concrete floor for several hours. She twisted her body slightly so she was laying on her back, she twitched her body to see if anything was damaged, starting at her toes she made her way up her body. Once satisfied she had no broken bones she ran her hands over her torso and face looking for cuts, all she found was a little dried blood on the back of her head.

She gingerly opened her eyes, it didn't help much, her surroundings were grey, and there was no light entering her small confine from anywhere, she stared at the ceiling for a while, attempting to get her eyes to adjust to the situation. After a while she gave up, and slowly raised herself into a sitting position, she blinked several times, but failing yet again to see anything. She put her arms on the floor, trying to heave herself up, she did so, and put her arms out as wide as they could go to make sure she didn't bump into anything, her right hand grazed the wall, so she shuffled closer to it, holding on for protection.

She started walking around her prison, holding onto the wall, she walked steadily, her left arm changing postion, from hovering in front of her to her side, and back to being in front of her again. The wall led her in a square, there was nothing in the room except her, no bed, chair, table, no weapons, no escape. On one of the walls there had been a crack in it, that she had followed with her fingertips that had led upwards, across and back down again, she realised this was a door, and felt around for a handle, but of course there was no handle. She had groaned at this slightly, but was glad she had found the door, at least now she could sit facing it, instead of having her back to it. Allways be prepared.

Having finished her circle of the cell, she sat back down against the wall opposite the door, she waited, staring at the door, she figured somebodye would come in here eventually, whether it was to kill her, torture her, or the least likely, save her. In the 33 minutes that she sat staring at the door the only thought she had running through her mind was, 'NCIS is so going to end up getting involved in this, Gibbs could never keep his nose out of things, second they hear my team is dead, oh my poor team, Gibbs is going to kick my ass into next year, oh I hope Fornell doesn't fill them in, he knows about Sophie. That'll be a great reunion, Gibbs beating the crap out of me, Tony will beat the crap out of me and come to think about it Abby will too, I mean I left without saying goodbye.'

The door creaked open, and Ziva was imediately pulled out of her reverie, she squinted at the sudden light, although it was actually only a candle, not very bright at all, she could hear two men coming up next to her and blinked to try to focus her eyesight, somebody grabbed her by the shoulder and she pulled away from him with such force that he fell across her feet, she stood up hastily as the second man darted at her, he knocked her to the floor and pulled her arms up behind her back, she tried to kick him off but the first guy had stood across her lower legs. She groaned at his weight, as the second man pulled out some handcuffs and snapped them tightly around her wrists. He roughly pulled her to her feet and tried to push her out the door, she ground her heels into the floor, so the man grabbed her by her hair and slammed the side of her head into the wall.

Blackness began to creep around the edges of her eyes, she blinked repeatedly trying to keep it at bay, but eventually she succumbed falling limply onto the floor. The second man then unceremoniously threw her over his shoulder and huffed out of the room, the first man trailing behind him, the candle holder locked the door behind them and followed.

They reached nother room with two men flanking the doors, they held them open as the man carrying Ziva walked in, dumped Ziva in the room and left. Inside the room another man had came and tidied Ziva to a chair, her arms secured behind the back of the chair, her legs tidied to the legs of the chair. Her head flopped forwards onto her chest, the man left her and resumed his previous position in a darkened corner of the room. After a while the stillness in that corner shifted as the two men got up and left the room, another few seconds passed and a male voice drifted across the room.

'Agent Fornell. I do believe that you have lost an agent. Actually, by now it should be several agents. However, you may get one of them back. If you do something for me in return.'


By the time Gibbs and Fornell had arrived back at the office Tony and McGee had asked so many irritating questions that both Fornell and Gibbs had yelled at them simultaneously, causing both agents to shrink back in the car like two young children being chastised by their parents. Gibbs was now at the end of his tether he stormed into the FBI building and straight into Fornell's office. He kicked the desk as he walked in, and stood staring out the window. He felt like he had let Ziva down, for one he had let her leave, now he had been within the same building as her and he had let her slip through his fingers again.

'Gibbs,' Fornell had just walked in Tony and Tim behind him, 'we should go look through her desk, check her e-mails, just incase she knows who is behind this.'

'Right, Ok I'm coming.' He followed the three out of the office and into the one next door. He stood in the doorway as the three agents took to a desk, Tony and McGee taking the ones closest to the door, Fornell went straight to Ziva's. 'Fornell, I'll take that desk.' He didn't argue, just moved onto the final desk in the room. Gibbs walked slowly towards her desk, he switched on her computer and waited for it to boot up. He glanced around her desk, it was quite sparse, looking exactly the same as her desk at NCIS, except there was one difference, a photoframe stood on the desk, it contained a picture of a little girl, about 18 months old, she was sat on Ziva's lap, who had her arms around the little girl. He picked the photo up to look at it more intently, studying Ziva's expression, her eyes were softer than he had ever seen, and she was smiling. He turned the frame over and pulled the photo out, there was a date on the back, it was dated to almost a year ago. He put the photo back in the frame and turned back to the computer.

'She has a password, whats her password?' Gibbs asked the room at large. Fornell walked over to him and tried a few words, he paused for a moment and then typed in something else, it accepted this and he continued work on the desk he was working at. 'What was it?' Gibbs asked, to be answered by silence. He scoffed, and started opening up her e-mails, he read through those that were still in there, including her unread ones, nothing struck him as suspicious. He minimized the window before opening up her case files, and the most recent documents she was working on. He managed to pull up a file on Raphael Anders, who just happened to be the missing link in their case, he read the file quickly nothing stood out that would suggest him being capable of this. The only thing that concerned him is that he had dealings with all three agencies Ziva had been linked to in her life, Mossad, NCIS and FBI.

He stored this in his head and began rifling through her drawers, he found several case files, several files in Hebrew, and several other languages. Most of which were either half way or fully translated into English. There was nothing else of interest in her drawer, except the photo he found of the NCIS team, he smiled at it, knowing she would have given anything to be back at NCIS, but failed to acknowledge why she hadn't returned. He shifted things around in her drawer and again found nothing of use. He looked up at the other team members, 'Find anything you three?'

'No Boss.' 'Nothing Boss.' 'Not a thing Gibbs, You?' Came the chorus of replies.

'Maybe, this guy, Raphael Anders, he was being hunted by FBI, NCIS and Mossad, at one time in his life or another. Though under different aliases.' This was met by silence as the three team members tried to think of a connection. Fornell looked at Gibbs obviously joining the dots. Gibbs decided to give his own team a little helping hand. 'He is wanted by NCIS for terrorism, his alias of the day was Mike Robertson.' This revelation was met by an audible gasp. The team having tried their damned hardest to get this guy. Gibbs recalled Ziva had been the most anxious to kill him, and when he slipped through the bars yet again she was so furious, she was out of it for the whole next week. He figured that she was just tired, and he was one of the only guys who managed to slip through their fingers. It frustrated Gibbs to no end as well.

'Woah, so this guy? Raphael Anders, is actually the same guy that we was chasing about four years ago? And he came back, and shot down a load of FBI agents? For what? It doesn't make sense.' Tony jabbered, he asked good questions, questions Gibbs and Fornell could answer. They shared a look, and Fornell nodded, before Gibbs launched himself into a monologue.

'Now Tony, Tim, I'm going to tell you what we know, but you are not going to interrupt me do you hear? Good. Now, We know that this guy, Raphael Anders and Mike Robertson are one of the same, and we also know that he is the guy we was after, we know he did shoot down a load of FBI agents, but he also kidnapped one, or at least, one is missing.' He took a deep breath before continuing. 'We don't know to what purpose they have taken her but we do know that she probably worked on trying to take this guy down at Mossad, and now at the FBI probably has been trying to catch this guy again, vendetta's can be difficult to control. And No, it doesn't make sense at least it doesn't yet, untill we get the forensics back off Abby and the Autopsy back off Duck we can start doing some investigation. Okay?'

'Is it Ziva Boss?' McGee whispered, 'I thought I saw her yesterday here, walking down this corridor, Tony didn't believe me but ... I mean, she was NCIS and Mossad so she's a link right, and if she is FBI too then ... ' He floated off into silence. Fornell answered this one with a swift yes. Tony and Tim stood in silence several emotions hitting them like bricks, Confusion, Hurt, Worry. Fornell and Gibbs left the office and headed back into Fornells, Gibbs asked Fornell who the child in the photograph was and Fornell's opened his mouth to answer. However, his answer was spared when his cell phone rang. He sat on his desk chair and flipped it open, 'Fornell.' He quickly said, tiredness etched across his face, though this soon turned into a look of alert when he realised who he was being called by.

'Agent Fornell, I do believe you have lost an agent ... '


Ack. By the way, the postion of the photos is important. The one of the team and then the one on her desk.

So yeah, give me some constructive critisism. Cos I love it. I'll write Sophie back into it again, no fear, though she doesn't have much of a big role to play. She's more of a means to get Ziva out of NCIS and into FBI. Though I think now maybe she would have been better in the CIA... But the only CIA agent I know is Trent Kort, and I really don't like him, or Jeanne. Ruined a good season she did.

Anyway, until next time Mi Amigos!

love kate xoxo