Chapter 12 – Perspectives

Once Booth had checked on everyone and made sure they were okay he ran outside to join his agents. Jethro and Anthony followed him.

"What do you have?" Booth asked the nearest agent, who happened to be Agent Freeman.

"These two men work for Leon Vance," Agent Freeman said. "The one who is still alive says that he doesn't know where Vance is. He claims that Vance dropped the two of them off here and then left without telling them where he was going."

"He didn't expect them to survive," Booth said.

"Probably not. The dead one's name is Ethan Geller, and the one that is still alive is James Hochstetter," Agent Freeman said. "We ran their ID's and they both have rap sheets from San Fransisco. We put out a BOLO and an APB on Vance, but no hit's yet."

"Alright, good. I'm going to take my wife home, you call me if anything turns up," Booth said and then turned to Jethro and Anthony. "You guys might as well go home too."


Ziva drove Anthony home in silence; they were both mulling over everything that had happened the past few days. Ziva would never admit it, but she was scared. In fact, she had never been so scared in her life. Finally she spoke up.

"Anthony," Ziva said..

"Hmmm?" Anthony said, still lost in thought.

"I think it's time we called my brother," Ziva said. This caught Anthony's attention and he looked over at her.

"Do we really have to involve him?" Anthony asked. Anthony had never liked Ziva's brother; in fact his exact words had been "creepy and psychotic looking".

"Anthony, you and I both know that he is the only one that has a chance of finding Vance now that he's gone," Ziva said. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Ask Jethro," Anthony said, a smirk on his face. It was Ziva's turn to roll her eyes.

"Anthony, you know that Jethro doesn't like him either," Ziva sighed.

"Exactly," Anthony said, almost sounding gleeful. "He'll never agree to let your brother a part of this."

"I bet he wants to find Vance more than he hates my brother," Ziva pointed out. Anthony quieted and glared at her.

"Fine, call him," Anthony huffed. Ziva picked up her cell from the cup holder and dialed a number. A few minutes later she greeted someone in Hebrew.

"Shalom, Ari."


Jethro was driving Abigail and Tim home, much to the dismay of the doctors at the hospital, who had tried to insist that Abigail stay overnight due to the added stress from the shooting. Jethro had politely declined and carried his daughter out of the ER. Abigail was now asleep on the back seat, her head in Tim's lap. Tim was gently stroking her hair and staring absent mindedly out of the window.

"Does it ever bother you?" Tim asked, all of the sudden and out of the blue.

"Does what bother me?" Jethro asked gruffly, staring at Tim from the rearview mirror.

"Your family always being in danger," Tim said. It was clearly a statement and Tim looked determined to receive an answer.

"I've tried to protect them as much as I can," Jethro said. "But they're all stubborn and pigheaded and absolutely refuse to do what I tell them too."

"What would you do for them?" Tim asked.

"Anything," Jethro said.

"Even me?"

"Even you."


The ride began in silence, and Temperance couldn't stop fidgeting. Finally, Booth spoke up.

"Go ahead and say it," Booth said. Temperance looked over at him.

"Say what?" she asked.

"I know what you're going to say, so just say it," Booth said.

"It's just that when you took the deputy director job, we agreed that you wouldn't be in the field anymore unless it was necessary," Temperance began."And my question is, was it really necessary?"

"Oh, Tempe," Booth said with frustration.

"No, don't "Tempe" me, Seeley Booth," Temperance shot back. "Do you have any idea what was going through my mind when that agent called today? I thought the worst. You can't do things like that."

"You weren't supposed to know," Booth said.

"Oh, and that makes it better?" Temperance shot back.

"No, it doesn't; it's just that, I was doing my job, I saved someone today," Booth said.

"And what about the part where we were shot up in a hospital waiting room," Temperance said. "You never think, Seeley. You have more than one child now; you have to think of them. Think about what it would do to Max, Eliza, and Parker if something happened to you."

"I do think about them, and all I could think about today was what if that were Eliza that had been kidnapped," Booth said. This quieted Temperance. "I mean, Jethro is not an expressive person, but I saw the anguish in his eyes when we talked about Abigail."

"Oh Booth," Temperance said. She reached across the center console and placed her hand lightly on his leg. Booth placed his hand on hers and they finished the ride home that way.


3 Days Later…

He braced himself for the bump that he knew was coming with the landing of the plane. The plane touched down and he rested his head against the headrest. He was sure that some would find it ironic that Mossad's top agent was afraid of flying, but he didn't care. When the plane was firmly on the ground, the fasten seatbelt light went off and he immediately unbuckled his belt and stood up, stretching his legs as he did. He pulled his rucksack from the overhead compartment and pushed his way to the front of the plane and the exit. Because his plane had been so small, they hadn't seen need for a terminal, so there were steps leading down. He took the steps two at time, putting his sunglasses on as he did. Off in the distance he could see his sister's car, along with two federal looking cars.

He looked around at the people who had gathered just beyond the plane. Through the crowd he saw his sister and walked over to her. She had a wide smile on her face and immediately pulled him into a hug.

"Shalom, Ari, I have missed you," Ziva said in Hebrew.

"As I have missed you," Ari replied.

"How is father?" Ziva asked, linking her arm through his and leading him to the car.

"Very well," Ari said.

"And how are Dana and my niece?" Ziva asked as they approached the car and got inside. Ari chuckled slightly.

"Dana is doing well, she was asking about you the other day," Ari began. "And Lila is getting into everything she can. She causes her mother a lot of trouble; much like someone else I know did when they were young." Ziva rolled her eyes.

"I was never trouble for Ima," Ziva said as they pulled away from the airport. "It was always Tali that caused the trouble." They were quiet for a few moments, remembering their sister, and the Ari spoke softly.

"Why did you not tell me about your pregnancy?" Ari asked, glancing over at his sister.

"I hadn't told anyone," Ziva said, shifting slightly in her seat. "I was going to tell Anthony the night that it happened." Ziva closed her eyes briefly, holding back tears that were threatening to fall free.

"Al tid'agî," Ari said, reaching across and stroking his sister's hair. "Yiheyê besedêr."


Al tid'agî – do not worry
Yiheyê besedêr – it will be okay

I know, just a short chapter, more of a filler than anything. Special thanks to my bestie, cable_addict, who's reaction when she learned I was bring Ari back was nothing short of fantastical. Also, PLEASE REVIEW. I feel neglected, and I only received 5 reviews for the last chapter. It really means a lot to me when you review, and I would like to thank the people who have reviewed every chapter (you know who you are). PLEASE REVIEW! Or I'll start killing, and you won't like it.

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