Ziva did not think she had ever felt such a strong form of hatred towards someone. How could her father do such a horrendous thing to her? She had been dealing with the anger and the hatred for quite sometime now but this brought it to a whole different level. She felt as though she were one of those cartoons with the smoke coming out of her ears and her eyes red. There were times when she had been so completely positive that she would not feel anymore hate towards this man than she did in that moment but this one won over them all. This time in this moment there was nothing Ziva David wanted to do more than to kill him. She wanted to take her own chafed and sore hands and kill this man. He was the epitome of evil, he could even be called evil. This man had become the entropy of her life, destruction of everything, and she had finally reached her breaking point. However her father was a damned smart man who, unfortunately, raised her to be able to overcome any situation. Except his of course.
Ziva had also never been much for regret. Things happened for a reason, it was a cliche but it was true. She believed the choices she made brought her to where she was today and formed the woman she had become. That was not something she would ever regret. Right here, right now though she regretted ever informing NCIS of what had been going on these past few months. She took back every desire she had previously held for them to know and wished, oh so deeply prayed, that she could go back in time and protect them. There must have been a better way than to leave all of them in this dire and terrifying end situation. Tony was soon to face his own death because of her. She did not know how he would be killed, and she did not know when the murder would take place. She did know that he would die though. When Director Eli David wanted a man dead that specific person's life was over before the bearded lady could sing, or whatever that ridiculous expression was.
She knew Tony did not regret it though, she hated that fact. He would most likely rather die than be kept out of the loop for too long. Tony liked being well informed and he enjoyed snooping in other people's cheese wax. That's was one of the reasons he made such a good agent. Of course she knew that it would have not all been totally fine if she had not let anyone in on her father's intentions. There must have been a better way than this though. A better way than to have everyone of which she loved having the possibility of losing their life. She could have insisted that she would not keep the secret, that she would rat him out. He would have surely killed her then and there if that had happened. She could have told someone else, let it be there problem instead of forcing it upon those around here. It seemed that no matter what decision she could have made or no matter where this could have gone she would still regret something, she would still feel the guilt from whoever lost their life due to this sick man's hatred. That was another thing Ziva did not understand. She knew once her father had decided on something that was it, no going back or changing his mind. But just what was it that made him choose to take such drastic and permanent measures. She hated him.
Now she opened her eyes, they had stayed shut before. Although the drugs had worn off she was still tired so she kept her eyes closed even though reality kept her from sleeping. An extreme feeling of de ja vu came over her. She had been in the exact situation only a few short weeks ago. Same room, same people watching her, hell even the chair looked the same. Only difference was that someone far more important was sitting next to her. He had been unrightfully dragged into all of this. There were differences now though, besides Tony being with her though. Before hope had burned, it was a small flame but it was there, now it was complete darkness. Also last time Hannah had been not far away, she had still been in harm then. That was most definitely the best thing that had come from all of this, Hannah was safe and happy and loved for. Ziva knew that no matter what happened to her, or even Tony, that Hannah would be safe. Gibbs would watch out for her, he could raise. He would do an amazing job and make Hannah even stronger. Hannah had already led a hard life, those things would haunt her forever. Strength would be a necessity to her.
She dared a look at Tony, he was next to her not behind her. She was glad he was closer than the last time they had been in a hostage situation. It seemed like an eternity ago, heck last Tuesday seemed like an eternity ago. He wasn't hurt, for that she was very grateful. He smiled at her and she felt guilt rush through her. She was taking that smile away from the rest of the world. Ziva just stared back, unable and unwilling to smile back at him. Next she decides to see who it is that is watching her at the moment. She could feel the eyes but was unaware as to who they belonged to. Even with the extreme slow motion her head was turning at she still felt exhausted from the action. What kind of drug had she taken? It took her eyes a minute to refocus once she was staring in the desired direction. Just as she knew and feared. It was him of course. Everybody's favorite killer father.
"Ah, Ziva, good to see you finally awake," he says as he gets up from the chair he had been sitting in across from her and Tony, no more than ten feet away, and walks over to them. "I did not know it would have this much affect on you," he says clearly referring to the drug that still had her woozy.
"You know nothing," is her response. He knew many things of course, things that she did not perceive possible of him to be knowledgeable of. However the ways of the mind, of her mind and the truth of her feelings towards him. He did not know these things. If he did there would be know way that he would approach her. She would never come towards anyone who had such vial thoughts towards her, no matter what the relationship to them may be.
"I do not?" he questions, his voice staying light and carefree. "I knew you had not obeyed me. I knew consequences must be brought about for your actions. I knew that Agent DiNozzo here would not put a fight to coming. I know that this-" he stops grabbing Tony's neck. "Makes you hurt."
Ziva does not breath again until she sees her father's hand move from Tony. "Lech ata!" she yells loudly to him.
"Ah, bat you know I do not like such vulgar language. Words can be just as hurtful as actions," he tells her and returns to his seat, much to Ziva's relief.
"If that were true you would be on the ground with your tongue dolled out to the side."
"Lolled," Tony corrects. "Lolled out to the side."
"Not the time, Tony," she snaps at him. Honestly though it was a relief to hear his annoying correction. He did not hate her, not as she hated herself. It was strange though, she wanted him to hate her. It would only be right, but at the same time she could not stand such a thing if he did. Ugh the drugs were toying with her brain in more than one way. Now she could not even think coherently.
Eli laughs from his seat, "Perhaps that may be so, Ziva," he says truthfully. Maybe he was not so oblivious of her hatred set towards him. "Perhaps it may be so."
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"Um, uh, Boss you wanna slow down?" McGee asks as the speed of the car continues to increase. Not only did he hate it when Gibbs drove fast but he wasn't in any hurry to get to their destination either.
As some sort of statement Gibbs presses down on the gas harder, "Nope."
"You turn left in, ah, well, now," McGee says trying hard to concentrate on the GPS coordinance and not let motion sickness get the best of him all at the same time. Not to mention that the increased speed added to the difficulty of navigation quite a bit. Who knew ten miles could go by in four minutes? McGee could have sworn Gibbs didn't even bother to check before suddenly spinning the wheel harshly to the left. "Then we turn right in two miles," he says and swallows hard. They were getting really close. "Well, one now."
This was much too familiar for Gibbs' liking. Only now he was trying to save two of his agent's lives as opposed to one and instead of his senior field agent next to him he had McGee. Gibbs thought McGee was a great agent but he needed to toughen up a little. Last thing he needed were complaints about his speed and directions to a place he already knew to get. A little bourbon would be nice though. "I got it, McGee," he says as he whips in to a parking spot not far from the warehouse.
"Boss, we really gonna do this?"
"What do you want us to do, McGee? Wait at NCIS until we need to grab two body bags?" Gibbs was frustrated. Anyone could see that and anyone should be able to understand that. "If you can't handle this then by all means stay in the damn car. If you can though then get your ass moving!"
"I'm not scared it's just..." he stops short with hesitation. He felt bad and didn't want Gibbs to look down upon him but he must understand fear to some sort of an extent. "We're outnumbered, and we don't know what's already happened. We haven't been able to communicate with Tony or Ziva and-"
"It's simple, McGee," Gibbs says. "We shoot. Our marks die. I have a main target. Leave him for me."
"You mean to you, right?"
"Yeah, sure," It wouldn't be good if his only agent left at the moment had a panic attack.
"And who do I go after?"
"The first person you see." Should be simple enough for him to follow. "Just not Tony or Ziva," he clarifies.
McGee took a breath, he didn't do well in high stress situations. "Okay, I can do this," he says more for his benefit than anything else.
Both grabs their guns as they get out of the car. Pointing them down as they run over to the desired building. "Be careful." Gibbs hears Abby whisper from his earwig. He locks eyes with McGee and they give each other a confirming nod. This would be simple. One main shot, one main kill. If they got him down the worst would be over. None of this would ever be recreated with him dead. There could be ten other men in there, one of them could get hurt. One of them could get killed. This was it though. This was how it was going to end. Whether it be good or bad. Life or death. It was happening now. The planning was no longer of importance, the scheming a waste of time. They were doing this blind because it was what they had to do. Tony had told Gibbs his rule number one and Gibbs agreed with it now more than ever.
Gibbs opened the door slightly, peering in without drawing attention to himself. God he wished he had his sniper at the moment, that would have helped, but his SIG would get the job done just as well. He sees his target, the man who he has come to hate with everything in him. Every bit of hate he had had left was all stored up and set towards this man. And now, revenge.
I don't sit on the sidelines when my people are in trouble. And tonight Gibbs wouldn't.
He opens the door. The beginning, the end. All in one moment.
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The end for who though? That's the million dollar question, or maybe the million review question since its a fan fictioners only payment. Apologies for shortness but clearly I couldn't continue on from there. Cliff hangers are much too much fun. Also there wasn't much action like I had originally intended for there to be. I had a review of someone saying they wanted a close up on some of Ziva's thoughts which was a good idea so I put it in. Hope they were okay... Let me know what you think and have a great day :)