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UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

WASHINGTON DC

1630 ZULU

"Did you find the disk?" Ali demanded as he watched the two men before him place a box on the table.

Aziel shook his head, "we went through her desk. Nothing of importance was found."

"What's in the box then?"

"All the evidence from Ziva's house," he smirked.

"Everything?" Ali asked in interest before furrowing his brow, "why did they give it to you?"

"Apparently Ziva was right, they thought we were some people from Mossad that were coming to take over their case," Havash grinned. "It was so easy to get in there and go through her stuff, we were actually invited to take everything, although we did leave behind the body of the spy, Micah."

"Yes well, I doubt they will find anything that will link us to his murder and the filths kidnapping," he laughed but it died down when he saw the look that passed between the pair. "What?" he growled in suspicion.

"Well, when we were there the real Mossad Officers arrived. I-I-I kind of bragged about having their little bitch and what we had done to her," he stuttered out as his boss threw him a murderous look.

"But we shot him, he returned the fire but we got out just in time before they shut the gates and put the whole building on lock down," Aziel jumped to his friends defence.

"Do you know what you have done Havash?" he didn't wait for a response. "They know you have her, your pictures will be on their surveillance cameras, and soon it will be all over the news. It wouldn't have been as bad if you had just taken the evidence and left but now they will stop at nothing to get her back," he sighed. "Were you followed?" He stormed over to the brown box that the pair had brought back with them and took off the lid.

"We checked but we could detect no one," Aziel assured his boss.

As Ali dug through the paper work and other evidence his movements became more and more frantic. "Ali?" Aziel questioned as he and his friend moved closer towards the older man.

"Did either of you morons think to check the contents of this box?" he demanded as he started hurling paper and evidence bags at the duo.

Picking up a few of the sheets from the floor Aziel glanced at the perfect crease free paper. It was unused. Glancing into the box he found some bags that contained an apple core, coffee cup and a used glove, all of which was from Ducky's rubbish bin. "It looks as though Agent Gibbs was onto us right from the beginning boss."

Ali nodded his head slowly before turning to Havash. "Can you remember the address of the house that Ziva left that morning?" After getting conformation he continued, "I want you and Aziel to search the place, she might have hidden the disk there.

NCIS HEADQUATORS

WASHINGTON DC

1900 ZULU

"So none of the evidence was taken?" the director asked.

"As I said before. While DiNozzo was watching them go through Ziva's desk, I went down to autopsy, took an empty evidence box and filled it with paper from the photo copier machine. Placed some of the trash from Ducky's office into bags and put it in too. The real officers from Mossad have taken the real documents including the body," Gibbs relayed to Sheppard.

"I know Jethro but Director David is worried that some of the evidence from Ziva's disappearance has gone into enemy hands," she stressed.

Giving a un Gibbs like snort he replied sarcastically, "I'm sure he is." He sighed, "Look Jen, all he cares about is getting his hands on that disk. If and when he does he will take all the credit for what's on it. I'm sure that will keep him in the director's seat for a few more years."

"It's not about his job and you know it Jethro," Jenny stated but only got a grunt in response. "Look it is late, go and tell your team to go home," she raised her hand to halt his protest. "Your team has been working non-stop on this case for the last 36hours; they will be no good to you if they can't keep awake. They'll start to make mistakes or scan pass vital information. That order goes for you too, you need to rest that shoulder." Gibbs gave a short nod and headed down to the pen to inform his team.

GIBBS' HOUSE

WASHINGTON DC

2000 ZULU

Slamming the front door to his house closed he decided to go down to the basement, he needed to think. Half way down the hall he tripped over something. Grumbling he gently ran his hands along the wall searching for the light witch. "Great, just great," he murmured as he took in the sight of what had been done to his house. Heading down to his basement, he picked up his mug and half filled it with whisky. After taking a big swig he pulled out his cell phone and contacted his team.

"DiNozzo," he grunted into the phone.

"Yeah boss?" came the sleepy reply.

"Come to my house before you head to work in the morning, my house has been ransacked. They must have thought I had the disk! Pass on the message to McGee and tell him to bring the truck."

"Ok boss. Do you think it's safe to stay there tonight?" he questioned.

"It'll be fine DiNozzo."

"Ok see you at seven boss." Tony yawned out.

Hanging up the phone he gulped down the last of his whisky before lying back on his sofa. "Where are you Ziva?" he murmured before he drifted off to sleep.

UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

WASHINGTON DC

10WEEKS LATER

Pacing around her small cell Ziva let out a sigh of frustration. She couldn't understand it. Since she had been thrown in here she had been fed the same mouldy bread. The same rancid water. The shirt they had given her was now hanging from her overly small frame. Wanting confirmation again, she slowly raised her hand and ran her bony fingers over her protruding collar bone. Yep, definitely losing weight, she thought to herself as she once again continued to pace the confined area. "Then why the hell can't I do up the buttons on my pants?" she growled.

Walking over to the wall she picked up a small fragment of cement and carefully scraped away the moss that covered the old stone block. "Another line for another day," she whispered as she decided to count the lines.

After a moment of hesitation she recounted the markings. "No, that can't be right," she hissed. "Fifteen groups of five plus the single line I just made. That means I have been locked in here for 76 days, but I can't have been here that long. I haven't had my period yet," she mumbled before crumpling to the floor with a chocked sob. "Oh God, i'm pregnant!"