Same disclaimer as ever, you know the drill by now.

Sooo, we can finally meet our kidnapper!!

P.S. Liat1989 told me that judaism passes from mother to children, sorry for my not writing this but It makes more sense in the story If Ari's mother isn't Jewish. Sorry.

Once again Ziva woke up to the sound of dripping water. She opened her eyes and realised she was back in her little box, or prison some might call it. She sat up slowly, wincing as the pain in her head throbbed a little more urgently, the room span as she pulled herself into a sitting position. She leant against a wall while her hands covered her eyes, putting pressure on them with the bottom of her palms trying to ease the wooziness. After a few minutes it began to subside and she removed her hands gingerly. She blinked a few times before remembering there wasn't actually anything in this room. However, as she did become accustomed to the light she saw the outline of something against the wall to her right, it was glowing slightly as the candle light from the hallway outside flickered through the gaps around the door.

She slowly crawled towards it before realising it was a bottle, unopened the cap was still screwed tightly on. She picked it up, and examined it more closely holding it out into the flickering light. She figured it was worth the risk, and slowly edged her way to the wall opposite the door, leaning her back against the cold damp wall. She sighed as she twisted the cap off, sniffing the water prior to tasting it, when she detected no poison she took a small sip. Still it tasted like water, cold fresh water. She gulped it down more rapidly, before having drank more then half or the bottle before reason caught up with her, she should have savoured it more carefully. She fastened the lid back onto the bottle and placed it down on the floor next to her. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

She started dreaming. She was stood in a familiar house leaning against a doorframe listening to a conversation that happened below her.

'I want you to know, I wish I hadn't had to shoot Caitlin.'

'Then why did you?'

'To cause you pain.'

'Did I piss you off that much?'

'Not you, my father, you have the misfortune of reminding me of the bastard.'

'Uhuh, He didn't marry your mother.'

'No, Thats what makes me a bastard not him. From the moment of my birth he groomed me to be one thing, his mole in Hamas. Sent me to Edinburgh to become a doctor so I could work in the Gaza camps alongside my mother. When he had her killed I had no trouble joining Hamas.'

'What makes you believe your father had your mother killed?'

'It was a retaliatory Israeli strike, on a day I was in Tel Aviv, visiting him. After decades of planning, he had his mole in Hamas. He never knew how much I hated him. I wish I could see his face when he realises he created not a mole, but a monster. Eager to strike at the heart of Mossad and Israel.'

'Yeah, Almost feel sorry for you.'

'And I for you. When Ziva told me you was placing flowers on the roof where Caitlin died I couldn't believe it. Such a romantic touch. Almost too good to pass up. Almost.'

'Why did you?'

'I need you to commit suicide with your own rifle. You never did give me enough credit at my own game. I knew it was a trap even before Ziva told me you asked her to cover you. You would never trust Ziva and you need to kill me, taste the sweetness of revenge.'

'I've killed enough men in my life, Ari. Its gonna be just as sweet watching you die.'

'Sorry to spoil you're -' Bang.

She watched again as Ari fell to the floor, the tell tale mark on his forehead where the bullet punctured his skull.

She woke up with a start. Her heart pounding against her ribcage. She sighed, irritated that she had gotten into this mess, she should not have gone after Anders when she knew he was Hamas, when she knew he was related to Ari. Especially when she suspected that Hamas might hold her responsible for Ari's death, after all she was his control officer. She scoffed at the last part, Hamas looked after their own, she had found that out the hard way.

She was just starting to doze off again when she heard scraping infront of her, her eyes snapped open as she realised it was coming from behind the facing wall. That meant somebody was unlocking the door. She squinted her eyes before the door was opened to prevent her from being temporarily blinded by the light. The door was slammed open revealing a tall thin man with long thick hair stood in it, although all Ziva could currently make out was his silhoutte. He walked steadily towards her and as she grew accustomed to this light she could make out more and more of his features.

He was tall, as she had suspected, well over 6 foot. He was muscular, but he was not large, he limped slightly every few steps he took as if he was trying to break a habit. As he came closer she caught a look of his face, he was Arab, most definately. His skin tanned to perfection, his eyes a deep brown. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a tracksuit top, Ziva had begun to consider this odd when she recollected all the weird and wonderful outifts she had wore in Mossad so as not to be noticed. He came closer still, leering at Ziva, she stared him straight in the eyes. He laughed softly and whispered in arabic that she would have to try better than staring him out to get out of this.

He barked orders out to the guards at the doorway and they came in, passing the man on his way out. They walked up to Ziva and hauled her to her feet, they each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her out the room. A few minutes later they came to another door, they went inside and Ziva recognised this room as the one she had previously been in. The two guards sat her down in the chair and as one tied her arms around the back of the chair the other tied her feet to the chair legs. They both left as soon as they had completed their task, Ziva imediately wriggled in her chair trying to loosen the ropes when the soft laughter of a man filled the room followed by an equally soft voice.

'I would not bother. Even if you freed yourself where would you go?' Ziva, who had paused to listen to what the man had to say imediately began trying to loosen her binds again, he laughed at her attempts for a while.

'Did you know we are practically related? We share a half brother.'

Ziva stopped this time. 'Yes, I knew that. I was assigned your case a few days ago, we got intel in Hebrew, I translated I got the case, I did some research found you mother.'

'Mmm, Yes. Your father had her killed. Did you know that? I guess you did. I heard his wife died too. Shame, I would have liked to have killed her myself, Cancer wasn't it?'

'You did your research too. Yes it was. You going to tell me why I'm here or what?'

'Hehehe, Snappy aren't we? Yes, and No. I'm going to tell you why you are here yes, it may take a while however, we have to start back when I first met Ari, our delightful half-brother.'

'When you first met Ari, you were his brother, your mother brought you up did she not?'

'Not. I was born three years before Ari, and for two of those I did live with my mother. Until she met your father, she didn't want me to get wrapped up in the Mossad, Hamas war and so she sent me off to England. To some crummy boarding school, where I spent the next 16 years of my life. I finally got out of their and went back to Israel, I instantly joined Hamas, it was in my blood. I used them to try and find my mother. It took me nearly seven years to find her. When I did, When I finally found her, I arranged a meet with her, but on my way there Mossad bombed the place where she was waiting. All that time and your godforsaken father killed my mother. I first met Ari at the funeral. Told him who I was, he told me who his father was. I persuaded him to become the mole in Mossad Hamas so desperately needed, he agreed.'

'Ok, so my father killed your and Ari's mother, why am I here?'

'You carry his name do you not? You are a David. I will not rest until I see every person related to him die. However, I need you to draw out a certain American. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. We killed enough Marine's and Navy personel to get his attention by now.'

'Why do you want him? He is neither Mossad nor a relation to my father.' Ziva was starting to regret her request to him all those years ago. She is going to get him killed, and she knew it.

'Hehehe. He shot my brother. He shot your brother. I would have thought you would have claimed your revenge on him long ago, before you became weak at the hands of NCIS and America.'

'As you said Ari was Hamas.'

Raphael laughed, before walking over to a shadowy part of the room and coming back with a cell phone. He waved it in front of her face before flipping it open and dialling a number. He put it on loud speaker as he waited for the other person to pick up. Two rings, three rings, 'Hello?'

'Ah, Agent Fornell. I have somebody here who would like to speak to you.' He nudged the phone towards Ziva who cleared her throat before talking.

'Hello Fornell. Having a good day?' Raphael laughed as he pulled the phone away from her.

'I wish to speak with agent Gibbs please Fornell.'

'Right here.'

'Ah ok. I am guessing by now you searched Ziva's hard-drive and found the file on me and our shared brother?' This was met by silence. 'I am assuming that is a yes. So I guess you know what I want Agent Gibbs. You remember the rooftop where dear Caitlin died? Of course you do. Be there, in two hours. Alone. Me and Ziva would like to introduce you to a mutual friend of ours.' He then shut off the phone as Ziva frowned at him.

'Mutual friend, what mutual friend.'

'Ah, you do not remember, you saw him last time you was here. You thought you was hallucinating, yes?' He looked at her waiting for a reaction, none came. 'Well you weren't.' With that he walked back out the room leaving Ziva in a semi state of shock tied to a chair.

Hmm, It took a while to get this thing to any where near a decent length! Not that it matters, because I'm writing this before I've even put out chapter 9. Haha. Much loves Kate xxx