Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, sadly.

"Ziva, my daughter, you continue to amaze me!" Eli enthused with a smile. "I thought for certain that you would bring young DiNozzo."

"You did not ask me here to see who I would bring," she spat. "What do you want?"

"Such hostility. Do not worry, we will talk. But I do not like discussion business in the car. It is hard to get a feel for the other person, you know?"

"So, where are you taking us?" Gibbs asked.

"Agent Gibbs. My daughter has always spoken very highly of you. I do have one question for you, though," he said.

"And what would that be?" Gibbs smiled a humorless smile.

"Why take the credit for killing Ari? Why not allow Ziva the glory of having done her job and her duty?" Eli asked, true curiosity apparent in his voice.

"There is no glory in having to kill your brother, Director," he answered, looking at the other man, then sneaking a glance at Ziva. He wondered how someone as evil as Eli could have a daughter that was so good. "But you never answered my question."

"Ah yes, where am I taking you, right? Well, I assume you want me to say it aloud so that your friends can hear you, maybe send the cavalry, as you Americans say? I hate to disappoint you, but NCIS is very predictable. We've been jamming you since you sat down. Your friends cannot hear you." He sighed. "Agent Gibbs, I apologize for my daughter. I did not expect her to involve her team, I had thought it would be just her."

"Why are you apologizing?" Gibbs asked, getting a bad feeling in his gut.

"I am taking Ziva home. We are on our way to an airstrip where one of my planes will take me and my daughter home."

"That is abduction," Gibbs snapped when Ziva paled.

"No, it is not, Agent Gibbs. I am merely recalling one of my agents. She is not an NCIS agent nor an American citizen," Eli said smugly.

"I hate to wipe that grin off your face, but you are mistaken. Ziva was approved to be an agent already. And there is a record of her resignation to Mossad. You have no right to force her to return to Israel."

"She is my daughter. I have the right as a father to allow her to return."

"But she does not wish to return. I believe she has made that clear," Gibbs said firmly.

As soon as he said that, the two agents realized that they were slowing down. Looking out the window, they saw that they had reached the airstrip.

"Well, maybe I have not asked her the right questions." He nodded to Chazan who leveled a gun at Gibbs. "My daughter, will you stop being selfish and return home with your father?" he asked with a smug grin on his face.

Gibbs risked a glance at Ziva, and worried that she was about to pass out. Her face was a sickly pale with a sheen of fear sweat, and she was shaking. "All right," she whispered.

"I am sorry, my daughter, I did not hear you," Eli said, gloating.

Her face hardened. "I said all right, I will return to Israel with you, Director. But you must allow Agent Gibbs to return to NCIS unharmed."

Eli sighed. "You have changed. I did not think that you had a conscience anymore. I thought your training taught you not to use such a thing, it is a crutch. But very well, Chazan will return Agent Gibbs to the Navy Yard."

The car stopped, and the two Israelis got out, but still held the gun on Gibbs. As soon as both agents were out of the limo, Eli continued. "Alright, Agent Gibbs. Now, I wish to insure my own safety at this moment. So, take out your handcuffs, if you please, and place them on my daughter. Behind her back, please."

Gibbs growled low in his throat, but did as he was told. Thankfully, he had foreseen that this would be a trap, and had prepared. He took his time, then leaned in close.

"Key's in your right back pocket, a .22 in your left," he breathed in her ear, the pulled back. She caught his eye and nodded, almost imperceptibly.

Eli grabbed her by the nape of the neck, then pressed a hand against the gunshot wound. She cried out and fell to her knees. Gibbs twitched. It was hard for him to watch this, but Ziva was a very capable agent, he knew that.

"Come, Ziva. We have wasted enough time here." Eli ripped her to her feet and shoved her forward. Gibbs stayed where he was, keeping his eyes glued on her. He would know when it was time to move. But he had forgotten how good she was at slight of hand. Before he could blink, she had uncuffed one hand, and reached for the gun. As soon as her hands grabbed it, Gibbs went into action himself. He pulled out his own weapon and disarmed Chazan. It took longer than he expected (Chazan was a Mossad assassin, after all).

But eventually, he fell to the ground, unconscious. He looked up in time to see Ziva on the ground, unconscious as well, her father standing above her, holding her at gunpoint. Gibbs ran over silently, and pressed his own gun into the back of Eli's head.

"If you so much as think about pulling that trigger, I don't care about international politics, I will send you home in a body bag," Gibbs said icily.

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this chapter. I may redo it later, I'm not sure. Let me know what you think!