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"Stop" a low voice rang through the cave.
Sara lazily turned her eyes towards the exit. A man stood there. He had his gun aimed at the man behind her.
"Ah, Eli, how nice of you to join us," the first man said.
"I would appreciate if you let my daughter and her friend go," the new man said.
"Why would I want to do that?"
The new man, Eli, did not reply, but kept his gun trained on the man.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" the man asked.
Sara felt the world spin as he said it. If something was going to happen, she hoped it happened soon, or she wouldn't make it.
She felt him move behind her. The next second, he had a knife around her neck, but the gun was no longer pressed to her head. Good, the gun was making her head hurt.
She needed to focus. She knew that much. With all of her energy, she focused on the man in front of her, Eli.
He had thick brown hair and deep brown eyes. Just like… She closed her eyes as the world spun again. She reopened them when everything settled, and stared at the man again. He looked just like Ziva. Only… male and… older.
Maybe he was her father. If only Ziva wasn't an orphan…. Wait… Hadn't Ziva said she wasn't an orphan? Didn't she say her father was still alive?
Sara's head started to hurt even more as she forced it to work under the stress. If only she could focus; then her sentences would at least make some sense.
She suddenly realized that the two men were still talking. She had put so much energy into looking at Eli that she had stopped taking in their words.
"This is between you and me," Eli was saying when she tuned back in.
"And you forced me to drag your family into it," the other man laughed.
The movement caused his knife to slip slightly. She bit back a gasp as the blade slid into her skin. The next second, she almost thanked the man; the pain cleared her head.
Ziva's eyes grew wide as her father walked into the cave. He had come all the way across the globe… for her?
He kept his eyes on the man behind Sara. She knew he had to do this; if he was distracted for a second, the man would take his shot. But she still wished that he could risk a glance.
She wanted the comfort. She wanted to know that he was there for her. She was scared, more than she would admit, and wanted him to tell her it would all be alright.
She barely listened to them talk. Instead, she turned slightly to watch her friend.
Sara was in a bad state. Her head was lolling slightly, and her eyes were unfocused.
Suddenly, a knife was against Sara's neck. Ziva glanced towards the man, only to see his gun aimed at her.
She turned back towards her father. His face was steel. His eyes were hard. She had never seen him so angry.
Eli knew the American girl was watching him. He could feel her eyes on him. He knew when she almost passed out. He knew when the steel brought her back to reality.
Slowly, he pointed to her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her nod. He then pointed to Ziva. She nodded again, causing the knife to bite her neck again.
He watched as she shifted her weight slightly.
He hopped she understood what he meant.
"You should have never messed with my family," he said in a low voice.
"Why is that?" the man laughed.
Without answering, Eli squeezed the trigger.
Ziva watched as her father fired the weapon in his head. She could not, however, watch the other man fall from its impact.
About a split second before he pulled the trigger, she was slammed to the ground.
More gun fire filled the air before she realized who was on her.
"Get off of me, Sara," she grunted.
Shock filled her when she didn't hear her own words. She lifted her hand to her ear; it felt fine. She sighed. It was from the guns, and the small space.
She turned her attention back to her friend.
Sara was limp.
"Sara?" she whispered. "Sara?"
She shook the girl slightly, but got no response. Dread filled her. If Sara was dead, it was her fault. She had not wanted this to happen.
She flipped the taller girl off of her, and felt liquid on her hands. She pulled her hands away from Sara, to find blood on them. She quickly pulled Sara's shirt up.
Her eyes grew wide. Blood was flowing out of bullet wound in her side.
I know, a cliffie, sorry, but it just worked out that way