She has just put Matthew to sleep. She is in the kitchen, making Hannah's lunch for the next day, when someone knocks at the door. Tony's eyes meet hers, from his seat on the couch. She shakes her head. She grabs her gun, and makes her way to the door. She peaks out, and unlocks the door. She takes a step back, but doesn't lower her weapon.

"What are you doing here?" she growls.

"Put your gun down, I didn't come here to hurt anyone."

"I will not put my gun down. I don't trust you."

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead, Ziva."

"Rider, what are you doing here?"

"I brought you something," Rider hands her an envelope.

"What's this?"

"It's yours."

"What is it?"

"It's what Eli left you."

"Why did you bring me this? I don't want it."

"I think that you will."

"Why do you say that?"

"I heard that Rimon Akiva was following Hannah."

"Did you send him?"

"No."

"How will this help?"

"Because above all else, he's a greedy son-of-a-bitch. For enough money, you can make his disappear."

"What does he want with her, anyway?"

"What everyone has wanted from her, her whole life, they want to mold her into a deadly weapon. Of course none of them have ever realized that she is to stubborn to be molded into anything, other than what she wants to be. He wants to use her against you, against the rest of the world. There are some people in this world, that you can take everything from, and make them into cold, malignant, killers, but I think we both know, Hannah is not one of those people. You could take everything from her, and she would still be the same person she is today. Despite everything, she is a good person. Despite every attempts to turn her into a monster, she's not. I guess that there is something inside her, that keeps her from being like the rest of us."

"Rider, do you expect me to believe that you are really here, to help me?"

"I know that I am not known for my honesty, or character, but... I am not here you hurt you. I would never hurt Hannah. She's the only person I've ever met, in my entire life, who has never lied to me. Even when she was in a hospital bed, she never lied to me. I remember, because she told me that she wasn't afraid to die. And for most people, that would be a lie, but for Hannah, it wasn't. Hannah is not afraid of anything."

"Rider..."

"Look I know you hate me. I know that you don't believe most of what I say, but I am trying to help you here. Take my advice. Please. It is better to pay Rimon off, if you don't, he'll never stop. He will never leave her alone. Every time that you think he's gone, he'll pop right back up. He is not a good man. He is part of the beast that our father created."

"How much will it take?"

"He is used to being treated like a dog. He'll leave you alone, just for scraps. Give him a quarter of a million, and he'll leave you alone, forever."

"A quarter of a million? What is in this?" she looks at the envelope.

"Stocks, bonds... insurance policies, it's your half."

"My half? How much is my half?"

"I don't know," she shrugs, "Somewhere around two and a half million, I guess. He also set up trusts for Hannah, and Matthew, to the tune of... a million each, I believe. Eli was a sick twisted man, but he wanted to repay us, somehow, for the pain he caused us."

Ziva shakes her head. She holds out the envelope.

"I don't want this."

"It's yours."

"I don't want blood money. I don't know how, or where he got this, and I do not want to have any part in it."

"Take it."

"You can have it, I don't want it."

"I can't take it, even if I wanted to. It's yours. Put it to good use."

"I.."

Rider turns, and heads down the steps. When she reaches the bottom she looks back, and smiles, "Have a good night."

Ziva closes and locks the doors. She puts the gun on the coffee table. She hands the envelope to Tony.

"Where are you going?" he questions.

"To check on Hannah."

"You just checked on her ten minutes ago."

"I know," she replies as she starts up the stairs.

She pushes the door to Hannah's room open. She hears the rain tapping on the window. The light of the moon illuminates the room. She takes a seat on the edge of Hannah's bed.

Tony looks in on Matthew, who is sleeping peacefully, and then continues down the hall, to Hannah's room. He reaches the doorway, and Ziva's had flies up, motioning him to stop. He waits.

Hannah traces letters in the palm of Ziva's hand. Ziva kisses her temple, and rises, as if to leave. Instead she turns, and goes over to the closet. She stares at the doors for a moment, and then yanks them open.

Tony flies into the room, as a gun barrel points at Ziva's chest. He reacts quickly putting the barrel of his gun to the intruder's temple.

Ziva's voice remains calm, "Not in here," she says steadily. She pushes him into the hallway, Tony follows her out, closing the door behind them.

Her dark eyes stare the man down. She holds the barrel of her gun to his head. She searches for a place to start.

"Go, ahead, pull the trigger," he begs her.

"Do you really think that I am going to do that? Is that the kind of person you are? You want me to murder you, outside of my eleven year olds bedroom? Do you really think that is the kind of person that I am?"

"I don't really know who you are, but I have heard many things."

"Why are you here? What do you want? I hope that you don't think you are going to take her from me."

"It seems as if, it is the only way that I could ever get to know her."

"You don't want to know her."

"Tell me, Ziva, what are you willing to do, for her? Why is it that you automatically assume that my intentions are bad? Did it ever occur to you, that like you, I have been misjudged, by many people?"

"I don't really care what you think, or what you say. Stay away from my daughter."