A.N: WOW thank you soooo much to my reviewers! :D So this chapter i a little longer than the last 2-3 but still shortish because I have no more time! Infact it is quite sad but I do not think I will have an opportunity to update for another week at least! I might... we shall see... :p Anyway, please enjoy and review my lovlies! XD
Tony walked towards the entrance of the hospital and stopped dead in the middle of the road when he saw Ziva emerge, a short, elderly nurse chasing after her. He quickly feared the worse as he ran across the road up to a flustered Ziva.
"Ziva, what are you doing?" She looked up at him wide eyed, obviously not expecting his arrival.
"I need to get out of here." She quickly shot out before trying to push past only to be stopped by Tony grabbing her wrist. The short nurse final caught up, panting, and holding a clipboard.
"Mam, I need you to go through this before you leave."
"Mam…" Ziva stopped herself from lashing out at the nurse before snatching the clipboard and signing the bottom, shoving it back.
"You have to read it, you can't just sign it." Tony could see the situation heading for a not so good ending and interjected.
"Don't worry, we won't sue." He grabbed an angry Ziva and pulled her along towards his car. When they finally got in Tony looked her up and down and noticed the blood trickling down her arm from the IV she had ripped out. She hadn't been released at all, she just simply… Walked out. "You know you are meant to still be in hospital."
"So…" She looked out the window, her finger taping impatiently on the car door. "Can we go now?" She looked up at him frustrated and he pulled his eyes away from her, to pull away from the curb. He knew sooner or later he had to break the news about the Op being over but at the moment, she didn't seem to be in the best of moods. They drove in silence for most of the way until a thought occurred to him.
"Hey, can you remember anything from last night?" She didn't lift her eyes from the window as she thought of how to answer. The simple answer would have been, yes, I remember most of it. But that would mean she had to talk about it and she honestly didn't want to. She remembered how Tony cared for her, like no one had before; and it made her stomach almost flip as she thought about it. She also remembered how he sat next to her in the shower, wrapping his warm arm around her waist and pulling her close… Jeez Ziva stop it! Thankfully she got saved by her thoughts from a second inquiry from Tony, in case she missed the first.
"Some things…" Please drop it…
"Like what?"
"I do not want to talk about this now… Tony." He should have left it at that… but he just couldn't; he had to know…
"Did you remember who… was with you before I came?" Confusion flickered across her face at hearing his question and she looked up at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Like… After we fought, someone was with you…"
"Someone was with me? Tony what are you talking about?" A mixture of concerned and worried expressions masked her face as she tried to think back through the events of the previous evening, coming up with nothing. He noticed that she had completely forgotten about that part of the evening and cursed under his breath for bringing it up again.
"Don't worry Ziva, maybe I was wrong."
"No Tony, you know someone was with me. What happened?" Her voice was stern as she tried to stare him down from the side.
"I came in to see you… and you were on the ground." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"What happened to me?"
"I'm not sure… all I know is I came in and found you lying on the floor shaking and…" He stopped there not sure whether he should bring up that she was possibly seeing Somalia again; but the look on her face told him that he was going to be made to continue no matter what. "You were seeing things… I tried to move you but you were pleading with me not to hurt you…" His voice cracked as he tried to forget the sight of her on the ground. Her face was utter disbelief and… shame; as she looked back towards the window feeling embarrassed and angry at herself. "Look it was probably just a nightmare from the drugs or something… No one else knows, don't worry." She barely responded except for nodding slightly, mainly to herself. He rounded the corner and realised they were now only a few streets away from the safe house. It was time to tell her about Miller.
She burst through the front door of the safe house and looked for Gibbs, spotting him lying across the sofa. He looked up at her as she stalked over and sighed knowing what was to come.
"You brought him in, without even talking to me first. I am fine Gibbs, I could have finished this Op." She seemed hurt more than anything and Gibbs patted the couch next to him for her to have a seat.
"Ziva… We had to stop it at one stage. We got the photos and it didn't seem he was planning on making a move any time soon so maybe he was getting suspicious."
"How could he be getting suspicious? He had no idea…" She thought back to the many awkward encounters they have had recently, the way she had been acting. A new memory of last night popped into her head. Her pulling away from him in the lobby, her flinching away from his touch… her appearance. She put her head in her hands realising they were right to bring him in, she had lost the plot. "I screwed up…"
"Hey, you did great. We have enough evidence to hold him and we are going to break him." He kissed her on the head and smiled down at her. "You ready to interrogate?" A smile played her lips knowing she had a chance to redeem herself.
She took one deep breath before entering the room, a large yellow envelope in her hand. The reaction she got was a Kodak moment as Adam's recognition made his jaw almost hit the floor.
"Leilah…" He managed to choke out. He was in complete and utter shock as he saw her walk slowly across the room to sit on the other side of the table. She chucked the envelope on the table in front of them and he was still trying to work out why she was in the room with him. "Leilah, what is going on? Why are you here?"
"Actually it's Special Agent Ziva David; NCIS." He just stared at her, mouth agape as he looked her up and down briefly.
"Is this some kind of joke? I have never heard of… N.C. whatever it is." His tone was harsh as he realised she was not who he thought she was and she reached around in her pocked throwing the badge on the table.
"It is no joke; I am a federal agent working undercover… Do you know why you are here Adam?" He shook his head, lips going into a fine straight line across his face as he looked down to the envelope on the table.
"No, I have no idea why I am here! I haven't done anything…" He was starting to get angry as he looked around the small room, eyes finally fixing on her face. Her hand gracefully slid across the table and dragged the yellow envelope back towards her. She opened it and started to pull out twelve photos of twelve foreign women, at different locations. "What are these?" His hands flew across the table gesturing to the pictures that laid before him.
"You tell me, they were found in your room." He looked over each picture one by one and she studied his face; not even a hint of recognition…
"These are not mine. I don't know where you found them, but I have never seen these in my life." He leant back and folded his arms across his chest. She looked in his eyes, searching for a hint; but there was nothing. No recognition, no lying.
"These twelve women just happened to be at the hotels you have been staying in, at the same time you were. Then they just happened to turn up dead… Then I find these…" Her hand swooped across the table hovering across the photographs as he looked down at them.
"They are not mine! I have never seen these before!" She shoved all the pictures onto the ground and slammed her hands down on the table leaning across until her face was only inches from his.
"You are telling me, that they just happened to get into your room somehow and that this is just a… coincidence?"
"I swear on my life, I have never seen these before…" He whispered, his eyes almost pleading. Her anger subsided as she stared into his eyes, they seemed so innocent, and she could never imagine him ever murdering anyone, let alone 12 women! She leaned away and sat back into her seat, pulling out another series of photos and looking at them before one by one sliding them onto the table. The first one was of her sitting by the pool; the second of her walking through the lobby; and the third of her and Ryan walking towards the pool from the beach after their morning run. He looked down at the pictures and a look of sadness crossed his face. Why does he look sad!
"I was next…"
"Lei. I mean Ziva, I would never…" He trailed off looking down at the photos, his sadness turning ever so slightly into horror. She looked at him, confused; he was telling the truth… I think he is telling the truth, or he is an amazing actor. She felt guilt as she looked up at him, what if he has been framed? She stood up suddenly, still looking at him as his eyes looked up at her.
"Excuse me…" She rushed from the room slamming the door behind her and looking back up to see a room of shocked agents.
"Ziva, what happened?" Tony's worried voice cut into her thoughts and she suddenly realised he was asking a question.
"I do not think he is the killer."
A.N: Could it be true? Do we have someone else? Taking photo's of Ziva? (and Ryan I guess... :P hehe) :O Thoughts?
Hope there wasn't too many mistakes! So please tell me what you think, it makes my day!
Keely :o)
