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Chapter 10

It was evening and Ziva was bored. She was fondling her belly lost in thoughts while actually looking at the book she wanted to concentrate on. But all she could think about was Tony. She heard he was planning to return to East Coast and the next thing she had been informed about that he was on the way toward her.

It would have been too risky to take a plane and everything was still unofficial although it was clear that Israel didn't want to start an un-provoked war on American soil.

"You should go to sleep," Agent Juan Fernandez advised.

"I know," she sight although she didn't feel tired at all. She put down her book and stared at the tiny lamp on the table. She was sitting in the living room of the Security House of FBI near the border to the US, they were on Canadian soil right now, actually not quite legally as FBI didn't have any rights here, but it was a kind of friendly cooperation with Canadian Intelligence.

After Fernandez regarded her for a while, she decided that it really was better to go to sleep now. Tony would arrive at some time in the morning tomorrow and she didn't want to be a tired wreck when she saw her husband again. She closed the book and wished the FBI agent a good night before she disappeared into her sleeping room.

She changed clothes and went to bed, sleeping on the right side of the bed where Tony usually slept, wishing he would be here to push her over to her side.

She thought she had woken up by a noise and it was all dark when she opened her eyes. The moon was shining into the room and after a few seconds she got used to the bare light – and startled. There was a shillouette standing at her bed, a man she supposed. She knew immediately that it was not Tony and she searched for the light.

She turned it on and was surprised to recognize Juan Fernandez.

"What-?" she wanted to ask but then saw the knife in his hand. "Oh no," she muttered, understanding what he planned. "You're not one of them, are you?" she asked scared. She was defenseless and carried a child.

"Funny to hear you talk like that about your own people, Ziva. I will finish what your father started. I'm not Mexican, my name is not Juan Fernandez. My name is Itai Caspit and I work for Mossad."

"Would have never guessed that last thing."

"Ha, you can still be funny, Ziva. That's a great advantage. But unfortunately for you is, that it should be called gallows humor now. I will enjoy to take revenge for Eli David. He was a great mentor to me and killing his last living child is such an honor." He breathed perversely deeply. "Ziva, I'm very human, so tell me if there are any last words you would like to give that word?... None?"

"You're a cruel bastard, you'll never get away with this!" she hissed, amazed by how close he had actually come to her and now he revealed his secret as being one of the biggest traitors. "War is over, Itai. And Israel has lost. They gave up, you don't have to do this anymore."

"No…although Israel can't start a war, this is the least I can do for my country. Kill the one who has betrayed her own origin. You should be ashamed of this!"

"I'm ashamed of Israel! And its behavior!" she cried. She didn't care for herself, she cared for her unborn child. It hasn't even seen daylight and it was never supposed to? That couldn't be true. She fondled her belly again and felt the heart beat of the tiny creature living inside her. This was cruel.

"You seem sad, Ziva? Is it because of your child? Do you care for it? How sweet…is it a boy or a girl?"

"I…I don't know," she admitted and regarded his knife. Was there any chance she could grab it without risking being cut? She had to try, it was the only possibility to fight for her life.

Itai opened his mouth again to say something, humiliate her once again, but she was faster. She jumped out of her bed, threw her muscular body on his one, trying to grab the knife with her left hand but failed. They both fell down and she pushed his arm down on the floor. He was strong and she tried to reach the knife. He darted his head forward, hitting hers and creating immense pain.

She nearly loosened her grab on his arms but didn't. She felt her forces leaving her and threw her whole body on his right arm. She felt the blade of the knife and then the hold and her fingers clenched around it.

She tore it out of his hand, he screamed loudly but she rolled was standing up again, crawling onto her but she pushed him aside and before he could go on her again, she pushed the knife blindly at his tall body.

It entered the warm flesh and she saw blood spraying and flooding out. He yelled loudly and in pain and she closed his eyes to avoid the glance of his eyes. She turned the knife and tried to slice his body open to make him die faster and let that struggle end.

After second that felt like eternity, she dared to open her eyes again and saw that he wasn't moving anymore. His eyes were opened widely and his limbs were lying strangely on the floor.

"God," she muttered and looked at the ceiling, closed her eyes again. For a while, she thought about nothing but just felt relieved for still being alive. She thanked god in a prayer, then stood up slowly, feeling her belly and hoping that everything was alright with the child. She would need to see a medical soon.

She made one step into direction door but only noticed a person standing there when she heard a male voice talking: "Not so fast, Agent David," this rasp-voiced man said and she looked up.

He seemed to be Israeli as well and she asked: "You're his backup?"

"His escape driver. I came in when I heard a scream. These days you have to do everything yourself," he answered and Ziva saw the gun he was pulling out of his jeans. "Isn't that right, Ziva?" he asked rhetorically and smiled when pointing the weapon at the pregnant woman.

"Like I said, it will be an honor to kill you," he added and Ziva closed her eyes.

She did not want to see this. It was over and she knew it.

It was always important to know when fighting had no sense anymore, when it was time to give up.

She heard the banging noise of a shot and expected to fall down and hit the cold floor, having fought for nothing.

But it did not happen.

She opened her eyes again and saw the Israeli lying on the ground, blood flowing out of a wound of the side of his head. She walked out of the room and looked around.

She noticed through the window, which didn't have a jalousie like the one it the sleeping room, that it was sunrise, and suddenly she saw a woman in the living room.

"Caroline!" she said surprised and came closer. She still had the gun in her hand, a face without expression or emotion.

"I thought it would be good to pay you a visit," she simply said and turned around, but stopped once more at the door. "Tony will be here any moment. He's the best husband you could ever have, I hope you know that," and she disappeared to the forest outside.

Ziva didn't ran after her, she turned around to the two bodies and examined them.

Caroline stepped out into the woods and walked the hundred meter to where she had parked her motorcycle. She heard the noise of a car which came to halt next to her. Tony was sitting on the backseat, shortly whispering something to the driver and then stepped out to talk to Caroline.

"What are you doing here?" he asked concerned.

"Ziva is alright, she'll explain you everything, I just wanted to visit her," the woman explained briefly and wanted to go. But Tony held her back.

"Wait, will I see you ever again?" he asked, pain was in his eyes and dried tears shimmered on his cheeks.

"Maybe," the brown-haired answered.

"Then tell me why you're wanted for arms trade in Mexico!"

She hesitated again and Tony already knew what this was about.

"Yassen?" he asked sorry for having asked.

She nodded. "Yassen was a profi hit man but also had relationships to Mexico, his brother is working there as a big wheel. He's ruling the south, while in North there's the Reynosa cartel, you know about them. However, Yassen and I visited him several times and I once got arrested by police.

But you know, fortunately there're enough corrupt cops…and the SMS I was writing in that plane, you had thought it was to Katarina, but it was to my friend in Italia, he was telling me what everything with Scarlet was alright. I'll return today, my flight goes in five hours."

"You're really glad to see your girl again, aren't you?"

"Si, Tony. Capirai se si tieni vostro bambino per la primera volta nelle vostre mani," (you will understand when you'll hold your child for the first time in your hands) she whispered and smiled at him.

She turned around, put on the helmet and climbed on her motorcycle. Tony watched the beautiful Italian woman driving away in the avenue with the dawn at the horizon. He laughed and still laughed when he stepped back into the car and finally stood in front of the FBI security house.

He saw Ziva at the entrance and ran toward her, so happily as he has never thought he has been before. He hugged her deeply and kissed her and carried her on his arms to the living room. His glance froze when he noticed the dead body on the floor.

"I need to explain you some things, " Ziva said but he kissed her again and again.

"Do that. But first, we're going home!" he declared and touched her belly. And without turning around, they walked out of the house, ignoring the five black FBI cars turning up at the end of the street.

They were together now, a happy family reunited. They were both happy and even more, thinking about being three so soon. Arm in arm, they walked down the alley of trees and watched together the break of a beautiful dawn.

NOT THE END! Watch out for the next part of this story, I consider writing a follow-up, just please be patient with me, I have a graduation to make ;DD

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