Why?
Ziva was awoken by a noise, no louder than a mouse would be, but her super sensitive hearing picked it up. Ziva looked around the room and noticed that Abby's things were gone. Ziva knew that if the noise was someone she knew coming into the house , they would yell, telling her who it was. Ziva peered over the edge of the bassinet to check on Chaim, who was sleeping peacefully. Quietly, Ziva slid her hand underneath her pillow and her hand closed on her Sig. A creak in the hallway told her that whoever was in the house had reached the top of the stairs. Her grip on the Sig tightened as she heard footsteps grow closer to her room. Ziva, however, was not expecting the person that walked through the door.
"Debra?" Ziva asked, surprised, keeping her grip on his Sig still.
"Surprised to see me?" Debra asked. It was then that Ziva noticed the gun in Debra's hand, silencer screwed onto the barrel.
"Why are you here?" Ziva asked, her gaze straying to the sleeping form of Chaim.
"I know who you are," Debra said nastily. "You're NCIS's famous Mossad officer, trained assassin and spy working as an investigator."
"How do you know that?" Ziva asked.
"How could I not," Debra said. "I'm not stupid. The only thing that surprised me was Tim was Thom."
"Why are you here?" Ziva asked, grip on the Sig still firm.
"To finish what I started. You see, my son was a marine, top of his class. Then he went to Iraq, where he died. I know that it's the fault of the men he served with that he's dead, so I'm killing them. An eye for an eye," Debra said as she paced at the foot of the bed.
"Why did you kill the little girl?" Ziva asked quietly.
"Because she saw me," Debra said.
"She was only five years old!" Ziva exclaimed, "there was no reason that you could have possibly had to take her life."
"Well, now I'm here for the baby. They were kids of one of the ones that I killed. I thought that the shot went through the girl and killed the baby too, but I guess I was wrong. I guess I'll have to kill you too," Debra said, now facing Ziva on the bed. Debra raised the gun and pointed it at Ziva first.
"I'll kill you first so you don't have to live through the death of another child," Debra said, moving to pull the trigger. There was a bang, and then, nothing.
Jenny pulled up to the house just in time to hear the gunshot. Pulling her Sig out of the holder she ran up the steps into the house. Quickly, she cleared the foyer and climbed the steps to Ziva's bedroom quietly. Sticking her gun into the room, she peered around the corner. What she found shocked her. The body of Debra Carson was lying at the foot of the bed, shot in between the eyes. Ziva was standing in the corner, holding Chaim closely to her, Sig still in hand. Jenny dropped her Sig and ran over to Ziva.
"Are you okay?" Jenny asked, taking Chaim from Ziva, who looked as if she was about to fall over. Jenny led her to the bad and sat her down. Ziva was shaking slightly, and Jenny was surprised to see this side of her, nothing usually scared Ziva.
"She," Ziva started, but then choked on tears that Jenny knew were coming sooner or later. "She was going to kill me and Chaim, said that it was for revenge for the death of her son. The little girl," Ziva started crying. "She killed the little girl because she saw her." Jenny put Chaim into the bassinet and pulled Ziva closely to her, like a mother would a daughter.
"Ziva, you're okay," Jenny said, stroking her back. Still holding Ziva in her arms, Jenny pulled her cell phone off the clip at her waist and dialed Gibbs.
Gibbs was sitting in the squad room, waiting for Balboa's team to return with Debra Carson. He heard his phone ring and picked it up.
"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs said.
"Jethro, you need to get over here, fast. I have the body of Debra Carson in Ziva and Tony's bedroom. She came to kill Ziva and Chaim," Jenny said from the other line.
"Are they okay?" Gibbs asked as he stood up, grabbing his badge and gun from his drawer. Tony and McGee saw this and geared up as well.
"Ziva's a little shaken. I guess Debra Carson confessed before Ziva killed her," Jenny said.
"We'll be right there," Gibbs said and hung up the phone. Motioning for Tony and McGee to follow him, they got into the elevator.
When they arrived at the scene, Ducky was taking the body out of the house. Tony ran up the steps and burst inside the house. Ziva and Jenny were standing in the family room, being questioned by Agent Balboa.
"Ziva," Tony breathed. He ran over to her and wrapped her tightly in his arms.
"Tony," Ziva said and she relaxed for the first time since she shot Debra Carson.
"Are you alright? What about Chaim?" Tony asked in a rush.
"I'm fine, he's fine," Ziva said, looking up at Tony's face.
"I think we're done here," Agent Balboa said, closing his notepad. He nodded at Tony and then left the house.
"What happened?" Tony asked.
"Debra came after me and Chaim, said she wanted to finish what she started. I had my Sig under my pillow, so I shot her before she shot me," Ziva said.
"Oh, Sweetcheeks," Tony said, pulling Ziva into him again. "I love you."
"I love you too," Ziva said, tightening her grip on Tony. Just then, Gibbs walked up to Ziva and Tony.
"Here," Gibbs said, handing Tony a folder. Tony looked confused.
"What's this?" Tony asked.
"Adoption papers, all you have to do is sign and Chaim is yours," Gibbs said. Ziva gasped and put her hands to her mouth. She looked up at Gibbs.
"Thank you," Ziva said walking over and hugging Gibbs.
"You're welcome," Gibbs said.
After all the hustle and bustle had died down, Gibbs drove Jenny back to Headquarters. The ride was silent and filled with tension. When they got back and stepped into the elevator, Gibbs flipped the switch, causing the elevator to come to a grinding halt.
"You know, Jethro, when this elevator breaks, I'm taking the money to fix it from your paycheck," Jenny said, leaning back against the wall.
"Noted," Gibbs said, turning to face Jenny. "Now you need to tell me what's wrong."
"I already told you, Jethro, nothing is wrong," Jenny said.
"You know, you're right eye twitches when you lie, Jen, always has," Gibbs said, putting one hand on the wall behind Jenny and leaning over her. Jenny shifted uncomfortably.
"It's just that Ziva's miscarriage has brought back memories that I would rather not remember, that's all," Jenny aid as she ducked out from under Gibbs and reached to flip the switch back on, but Gibbs grabbed her hand, preventing her from doing so.
"What do you mean, memories you'd rather not remember?" Gibbs growled. Jenny, however, was not intimidated.
"If I told you, that would mean I'd be remembering the bad memories, which I just said that I don't want to do," Jenny said.
"Jen," Gibbs said, warning in his voice. Jenny sighed and slumped against the wall.
"After I left you," Jenny began quietly, "I was in a car accident. When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me that he was sorry, but they couldn't save the baby." Gibbs stared at her for a moment. "I swear, Jethro, when I left, I didn't know I was pregnant." Tears began sliding down Jenny's face. Gibbs pulled her into his arms, much like Tony had with Ziva.
"Jen, I'm sorry," Gibb said, holding her tightly. They stood there, entwined, for what seemed to be hours. Finally, Jenny pulled away.
"I'm sorry," Jenny said again. Gibbs looked sternly at her.
"Don't apologize," Gibbs said.
"It's a sign of weakness," Jenny finished. "I know, but, I am." Gibbs studied Jenny for a moment.
"I love you, Jen," Gibbs said.
"I love you too, Jethro," Jenny said.
A/N: So, there's only one more chapter, which will be the epilogue. Review, tell me your thoughts