A/N: yeah...there's really no excuse for waiting this long to update. Sorry guys I hit writers block (again) plus I've been ridiculously busy. I'm going to try my absolute hardest to finish this before my break is over. Onward...

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything related to it in any way.

Tony wasn't shocked but he was very curious as to who this, 'tadpole' was. He drove downtown to The Embassera. He grabbed his go bag out of the back of his car and changed into his other suit.

He sat in his car and called Alina's burn phone. He prayed that she would pick up and was rewarded on the 5th ring.

Someone had picked up but no one said anything.

"Shalom." Tony started with.

"Shalom." he heard a woman answer but nothing else.

"My name is Tony DiNozzo, we met before. I need to talk to you about Ziva and her safety." Tony said quickly so she wouldn't hang up.

There was a moment of silence before she muttered. "Embassera." and hung up.

He walked into the Embassera lobby and took a quick look around. He didn't see Alina so he walked into the dining area. He still didn't see her or anyone suspicious. He walked down the hall to the pool area hoping that she would be there. He looked into the window only to see steam. He was about to turn around when he felt the muzzle of gun being shoved into his back. The person grabbed his gun and phone from his shoulder holsters.

"walk to the elevator, get in, press the 12th floor. Any false moves and you're dead." A man's voice growled. Tony couldn't distinguish any one accent but the man was obviously fluent in manu languages.

Tony did as he was told and when they arrived on the 12th floor the man ushered him along down the hall. They finally arrived at the right room; the man unlocked it and pushed Tony in.

"sit down. Special Agent DiNozzo." a woman with an Arabic accent said from across the room.

"do I really have a choice?" Tony asked.

"no." she said.

Tony again did as he was told.

"how did you get my number?" she asked as she turned around to face him. She looked the same as when he last saw her.

"Kort. I needed a favor from him." Tony said.

"does anyone else know that you are here?"

"no." Tony said.

"why are you persecuting Ziva?" she asked angrily.

"I'm not. I'm trying to help her." Tony said surprisingly calmly.

She pursed her lips like Ziva always did when she was not amused by his jokes.

"I love her." Tony said earnestly. "I need your help."

She saw the desperation in his eyes and decided to trust him.

"and how exactly could I help you?" she said as she sat down opposite him.

"I need information." Tony said.

"and you think that I could give that to you?"

"yes." Tony said. "please."

She sighed and crossed her legs. "what do you want to know?"

"Ziva is being set up by..."

"Jarvis." she said.

"yeah." Tony said as he wondered how much she already knew. "anyway, why?"

"Why does anything bad ever happen to Ziva?" Alina asked nonchalantly.

"Eli." Tony answered. "why would Jarvis be after Him?"

"Both Eli and Jarvis are bastards." she said with disgust. "He and Jarvis worked together in the middle east for years. Jarvis wasn't," she paused. "isn't, a good guy. Eli caught him selling secrets and information to terrorist groups. Jarvis found out that he knew and blackmailed him."

"with what?" Tony asked.

"his children." she said. "he is the one that gave the orders to the explosion that killed Tali. Then he threatened Ari but," she swallowed and looked pained. "when Ari was killed, he lost his leverage for a while. That is why he made the jump from the CIA to working with the Navy and NCIS. It took a while to climb the ladder but he did and for some reason, he's choosing now to take Eli down through his daughter."

Tony was overwhelmed. "how do we stop him?"

"you. I have my own problems." she said.

"why was Ziva calling you?" Tony asked quickly.

"She wanted information."

"on what?"

"Her father asked her to look into Kort. He knew that Kort had been involved with the Port to Port Killer."

"what did Eli want to know about Kort?" Tony asked.

"I don't know, I haven't talked to Ziva in almost 3 weeks. I've been moving around a lot lately."

"why'd you come to D.C. then?" Tony asked.

Alina laughed. "good try Special Agent."

"I could arrest you." Tony said, getting angry.

Two of Alina's men drew their guns. She held up a hand and they stopped.

"Where is Ziva now?" Alina asked.

"I don't know." Tony sighed and sat back in his chair. "we tried to get her out of the country but, someone else is after Ziva too."

"do you have any idea who?"

"The intel I have leads me to believe that your, French arms dealing friend is involved."

"I do not see why that would be the case." she said nonchalantly.

"anyway, is she ok?" Alina sounded concerned.

"I don't know. She was shot twice and lost a lot of blood and crashed in a plane but...I think she's alive. I think I would've felt it if she was gone." Tony said slowly.

"I'm sure she is." Alina laughed. "I have known Ziva since we were children. She was like a sister to me for a long time. I know that she has survived much worse."

Tony looked at the ground and took a deep breathe. "Ziva's pregnant though."

Alina looked surprised. "people in our line of work generally do not have families."

"yeah, I think that's one of the reasons that she got out." Tony said.

"Did she really get out though?" Alina said already knowing the answer.

"I thought so." Tony said questioningly.

"You never fully get out of this business. Especially since her father is at such a level of affluence." Alina said.

Tony sighed. "I thought she got away from him."

"take it from my brother and I's experience. You never get away from Eli David. No matter how hard you try."

"Joseph, search for recent small plane crashes." A woman said to one of her employees.

There was silence for a moment.

"one, late last night close to Boston." Joseph said.

"that's it. Tell Francois to take his team around that area. Finish the Job." she said harshly.

The man turned to leave but she stopped him.

"actually, tell Francois to take her alive."

*******3 hours later.

Ziva woke as they hit a bump.

"sorry sleeping beauty." Keith said checking the rear view mirror.

"It is fine." Ziva gave him a wan smile. She was still incredibly sleepy and her thigh was killing her. Her arm wasn't much of a problem.

"How long have we been driving?" Ziva asked him as she spotted Sarah asleep in the passenger seat.

"a few hours. We need to go back to D.C." He said.

Ziva was slightly confused. "why?"

"Mossad is in D.C. They're taking you back to Israel for safekeeping plus if you take a position with your father, you have diplomatic immunity." Keith said.

"you talked to Gibbs?" Ziva asked hopefully.

"no, Mossad called me directly but they assured me that everyone on our side knows." Keith replied.

Ziva nodded.

"you should get some more sleep." Keith said.

"I am fine." Ziva said. "how long until we meet with Mossad?"

"about ten minutes, they're just off a little exit up here." Keith said.

Ziva sat back and tried to relax but her ninja senses were starting to tingle. She tried to assure herself that it was nothing without much luck.

Sarah woke up and climbed into the back seat to check Ziva's wounds and redress them.

"you worried?" She asked.

"yes." Ziva sighed.

Sarah gave her a reassuring look and went back to the passenger seat.

Ten minutes later they were pulling into a small gas station just outside of Fairfax. No one was there which sent Ziva into a panic.

"Keith, this is not right." Ziva said quickly. "who was the Mossad officer that called you?"

Just as the words left her mouth, two black vans came screeching into either possible escape routes. Keith gunned the car back almost hitting one of the vans and tried to go forward but the ther van pulled in right in front of them. They were trapped.

Suddenly, the doors slid open and 3 men jumped out of each van with guns. They pointed them at Keith and Sarah so they were useless. A man came around Ziva's side and opened the door. He yanked her out and tried to drag her over to the van but she elbowed him in the face then kneed him in the gut and to finish off she slammed his head into the car door. He crumpled only to be replaced by another gun slinging bad guy. Ziva kicked the gun put of his hands and went to punch him but he countered and knocked her legs out from under her. She fell hard, knocking her breathless. She immediately thought about her baby and what exactly she was doing. She couldn't fight her way through them. Her instincts kicked in before she could stop herself and she kicked her attacker's legs out from under him. His head hit the ground hard and he fell unconscious. She rose up only to have the muzzle of a gun shoved in between her shoulder blades.

"stop fighting or both of you die." the man barked. She put her hands up in surrender. He put a hood over her head and dragged her into the van. She heard the door slide shut. She tried to slide as far over as she could but before she could, she felt a needle jabbed into her neck.

"no, please." she whispered hoarsely as she fell into blackness.

A/N: please review :) I write faster that way.