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Shock:
Chapter 9
Pppphhhhhhh. Whirr. Pppphhhhh. Whirrrr.
She heard a door open and close, and then felt something soft on her face, and then Ziva slept again.
*She raised her foot, then touched her toes to her leg, balanced carefully on one foot with her hands raised and pointed toward eachother above her head. Tali giggled, and shook her head. "Ziva you'll fall over." She said, as Ziva struggled to maintain her balance. Suddenly Tali's face got serious, and she looked toward where their mother was busy folding their clothing neatly into a basket.
Ziva dropped her leg to the floor and punched her sister in the arm. "I'm going to be the best ballerina on stage..." She told Tali as her little sister started crying.
"Ziva!" They heard their mother's voice coming from the other side of the main room of their little house, their new...little house. Ziva wished her father were here. He'd have seen it, and he'd have complimented her on her punch. Instead Ziva turned to face her mother, dropping her eyes because she knew her mother didn't like them fighting...she knew that her mother had taken them from their father because of his fighting and teaching them to fight.*
Pppphhhhhhh. Whirr. Pppphhhhh. Whirrrr.
Ziva opened her eyes as she felt a sharp cramp in her abdomen. She tried to move her hands over her stomach, but they were bound behind her back. Her shoulders tingled from falling asleep. The room was poorly lit, except for a small pinpoint of light coming from the same direction as the whirring sound she kept hearing. Is that...a computer? Ziva tried to look closer, but the lighting in the room was so poor she couldn't make out the shape around the blinking light, though she assumed it must be a computer of some sort. Maybe...if I can get my hands free.. Tch...tcchh...The tape crinkled but wouldn't tear as she struggled against it. Yeah...that's gonna be tough..ooooowwwwwww...She wished she could bunch herself into a ball as another cramp worked its way through her abdomen.
Meanwhile: Back at Ziva's appartment, Gibbs carefully moves around trying to determine how someone could sneak up on Ziva. Where could she be? He heard McGee rifling through stuff in Ziva's living room while he went over the hall with a fine toothed comb. He dusted carefully, taping every finger-print and adding it to the evidence bag. They were no closer to finding out anything about Ziva's abduction by the time they left, and both of them were a little depressed about it.
"Boss.." McGee started, but Gibbs held his hand up.
"McGee, we'll find her.. and they'll all be fine."
McGee nodded, hoping that Gibbs was right, afraid that if he was wrong, they would not only lose Ziva and her unborn baby, but Tony as well.
A little while later, Abby was poring over the delivered evidence, scanning fingerprints into the computer for comparisons. Beep. Bleep. Beep. The computer continued to compare fingerprints as Abby went over them. There had really been no other evidence. McGee had input the photos from the phorensics camera into the computer, but there had been no sign of a struggle...they were essentially pictures of the apartment exactly as it had been the last time Tony had seen it.
Tony sat Abby's office in the lab, still staring blankly into space in shock.
Finally Gibbs walked past Abby where she stood watching the computer do it's thing and into her office, where a Thwaaack accompanied the pain in the back of Tony's head. "Hey, Tony!"
Tony looked up at Gibbs, confusion playing strongly across his face. "Yeah boss?" He asked sullenly.
Gibbs frowned at him, leaning over him, one hand on the back of the chair Tony sat in, the other on the desk in front of him. "What are you going to do?"
"Do...what can I do?" Tony despaired.
"What can you do, Dinozzo? I'll tell you what you can't do...you can't let the woman you love...the woman who is carrying YOUR CHILD...down.. has anyone threatened you? Has anyone threatened Ziva?"
Tony only shook his head. He had been racking his brains trying to remember even the mildest threats..but no one had threatened him in years, and Ziva had not mentioned anything. "No Boss."
"Okay then, now what did you see in the video?" Gibbs steely eyes gazed into Tony's, his intense look almost too much for the distraught special agent.
"I saw Ziva."
"I know you saw Ziva, Tony, or we wouldn't be here. What else did you see?"
"Nothing Gibbs, just an empty room...she was sitting on a chair, she had her hands tied behind her back. The walls were grayish..they could have been cement. There was no outside light..no windows, just a little lamp...it was a desk lamp, the type that clamps onto something. It was clamped on a table or something beside the camera. That's it. There wasn't anything else."
Gibbs shook his head, putting his hand on Tony's shoulder. "What of Ziva? Was she hurt?" His voice was softer now, less intense, less insistant.
"She looked okay, no visible wounds, but she was unconcious. I could see her breathing."
Gibbs nodded, only slightly relieved. How had her abductor managed to take her without a fight? Ziva would've done everything within her power to escape.. unless someone took her completely off guard...she would have had to have been unconcious before she had time to react...it would have had to have been a very fast drug, Gibbs thought to himself as he gave Tony a little more room.
"Okay Tony, now what?"
Before he had a chance to respond, Vance walked into Abby's lab. "Now Tony goes home and gets some rest. He's off the case..too personal."
Gibbs stood up, looking at Vance with a look of rather intense frustration. "Too personal? How else do you expect us to get Ziva back? This is too personal for all of us, Leon. We're a family, and we look after ours."
Tony stood up then, looking from the director to Gibbs, and shook his head. "No...Vance is right. I'm going home.. "
Gibbs turned to look at him, completely dumbfounded, as Vance nodded, and then left.
Once the director had left, Tony smiled. "I'll go home, grab my files, and meet you at your place Boss...maybe we can find something in my case files from the past year.."
Gibbs's jaw, which had been hanging just an inch or so above the floor, lifted and met the rest of it.. "Okay! Abby, keep checking those fingerprints. McGee, see what you can find out about that video...and check on recent parolees from Tony's cases...Tony I'll drive you.."
He grabbed Tony's shoulder and guided him back toward the elevator.At least we're doing something.. Gibbs thought to himself as the elevator door whirred closed. Bing.
*A young Ziva leapt across the stage as music thrummed in the background of her memory. Finally came the last deboulé en manège, and Ziva felt a little dizzy as she curtseyed to the audience, her eyes searching the crowd for the familiar face of her father, only to realize he hadn't come to this performance either. "He never comes." She pouted into her mother's shoulder later.. Why was her father so bent on letting the girl down?
A/N: Ok, so my writer's block is taking a break apparently.. :D Hope you enjoy! Review Review Review!
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