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When Maria had finally gotten a hold of her parents, it took all of her strength not to attack them there and then. She ground her teeth and clenched her fists as she glared at the two adults standing in front of the door to the hotel room she had been staying in. "It's you."

Rosalina rolled her eyes. "Of course we are, Maria." She took a step towards her daughter. "You wanted us here, no?"

Maria just glared. "Yeah. A whole freaking week ago!"

Rosalina stepped back in shock. "Maria…"

Maria just ignored her and turned to her father. "Where were you?"

"Excuse me?" Eli asked.

"Where. Were. You?" Maria asked slowly.

Eli glared at her. That is none of your business, Maria."

"Where were you when Ziva was kidnapped?" Maria demanded, her voice rising to a shout.

"What?" Eli asked.

"Where were you when she was taken from her own home a week ago? Where were you when I found out that you were linked in with this?" She was fuming now. "Where were you when I found out that you were the sole reason for this, which made me call you over and over again only to come up with no answer? Where, Eli?"

Eli stared in shock at his daughter. She had never spoken to him using his first name before – only dad or daddy. That's when realization finally hit him. His little girl was growing up… like Ziva…

"Where were you, Eli?" Maria demanded again.

Eli sighed. "Your mother and I, we were in a safe-house."

"In a safe house? A goddamn safe house?" Maria had to mentally remind herself not to strangle him. "You put your whole family in danger, and you stayed in a safe house?"

"Maria, our lives are important—"

"But obviously not as important as your grandchildren," she spat. She grabbed both of her parents' arms and dragged them into her hotel room, shoving them onto the couch. "I nearly missed my exam because I had to be under protective custody! You're lucky Tony let me go, because if I'd missed it, the three moths I spent studying for this would have gone down the drain, and I would've hunted you down with a knife rather than a telephone."

Rosalina gulped. She had never seen her daughter like this. "Ri-ri…"

"Don't you 'Ri-ri' me!" She glared at her mother. "I'm not your little 'Ri-ri' anymore!" She took a deep breath. "We need your help at NCIS."

Eli raised an eyebrow. "You are looking for her?"

Maria nodded. "And you have to help, because you started this." She grabbed her coat. "Come on. I'll get one of the agents to give us a lift back to base."

Rosalina and Eli followed her, stunned. Their daughter had never treated them like that.

"Maria! What are you—" Tony stopped mid-sentence when he noticed who was following her and growled. "What on earth are they doing here?"

McGee looked up and glared just as Gibbs walked in from the other side of the bullpen. The three male agents stood up and crossed their arms in an intimidating fashion. Eglé just stood back and watched, interested in what would happen.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to turn up," Gibbs said, glaring at the Mossad director.

Eli rolled his eyes at Gibbs. "I have been busy."

"Not busy enough," Maria butted in. "Should we get them into interrogation?"

Tony nodded. "I'll take them down there with you."

"No." Eglé stepped forwards. "We want to guarantee that these people will be alive when we start interrogating them. Agent McGee and I will do it."

Gibbs nodded. "Go on, get them there – I'll be waiting."

"As will I," Tony growled as he watched the agents lead them down to interrogation.

He walked down the dark corridors. Why he had chosen a hideout that was partially underground was beyond him. The dank smell, the damp walls… it wasn't healthy for any of the workers here. It would've been better above ground. They would never have found them anyway – they were too good at what they did. Yes… that flunk a decade ago was just a simple flaw. It didn't matter anymore. They would get their revenge.

He approached the solid metal door and knocked.

"Come in."

He walked into the room.

It was an average sized room – for an office, anyway. The walls were a plain grey, matching the cold concrete flooring and the cold metal desk that stood at the far end of the room, in front of the metal swivel chair… where a man currently sat.

"Boss?" the man who walked in asked. "You called?"

'Boss' was a firmly built Mediterranean man – many of the workers believed he was from Spain or Portugal, which caused him to laugh, as he was actually from Italy. He had dark hair that curled at his ears, and a firm jaw shape with dark eyes and firm lips. Many would in fact think he was quite handsome. The only thing that marred his appearance was the long scar that ran the full length of the right hand side of his face. He wore a dark suit, and a silver ring was on his finger. A snake…

"Yes," 'Boss' answered in a thick Italian accent. "Have you found anything else?"

"No, Boss," the man answered. "She refuses to tell us any details – claims that she has no idea of their whereabouts."

'Boss' nodded, placing his elbows on the desk and steeping his fingers in front of his mouth as he leaned forward. "Then start it."

The man's eyes widened. "But, Boss, she's pregnant!"

'Boss' glared. "I do not care. She is the daughter of Eli David. I shall get my revenge. I could not have the other child, so I shall have this one." He spared one more glance at the man. "Do it."

The man nodded. "Yes sir." He turned to leave the room.

"Oh, and Fredrick?"

'Fredrick' turned back around. "Yes, Boss?"

'Boss' smiled evilly. "Show her no mercy."

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