McGee, Tony and Ziva were at the crime scene. It was disturbing. A beautiful young girl naked, blooded, there were tear streaks on her face, bruises all over. Her body was cold. She was dead but still beautiful.

They slowly and quietly processed the crime scene.

Finally, after four hours, they were done. They wanted to go home and rest. Except for Ziva that was. Tony and McGee. They wanted to sleep and never wake up. The crime scene absolutely wiped them out. When they got back, they went down to Abby's lab to deliver all the evidence to her.

"Hi guys!" She somehow knew people were entering her lab. But she didn't exactly know who. She turned around to a surprise.

*Gasp* "Ziva! You're back! You're back!" She hugged tightly. Ziva tensed in Abby's embrace.

"Now. No more getting hurt or else I will handcuff you that chair in that room." She pointed to the chair in the ballistics analysis room.

Ziva smirked.

"Good to see you too Abby."

"I will try not to get hurt again."

Tony, McGee and Ziva made their way out of Abby's lab.

They went to the break room to share their thought about the case.

"At this point, I'm stumped" McGee pointed out.

"McGee this is called brainstorming. Not telling everyone you don't know what to think." Tony teased.

"He killed his last victim in Norfolk 12 hours ago. He could be anywhere by now." Ziva sighed. Then her cellphone rang. The caller ID showed a secured number. She had a hunch but she shook it off and declined the call. As soon as she declined, the same number rang again. Not Tony and McGee were staring at her.

"Wanna get that?" Tony asked.

"It's not important." She winked at him. Needles to say, her phone rang again. She answered it this time.

"Hello?"

"Hello my daughter-"

Ziva jumped and she hung up as soon as she heard the work 'daughter'.

She looked obviously distressed.

"Ziva?" Tony looked concerned.

Her phone rang again. Ziva didn't know what to do. She declined again.

"My father."

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Ziva ran to the carpark. She hopped into her red mini cooper and drove off. Her cellphone rang four times as she was driving.

She ran to her apartment and slammed the door locked. She blocked the number and she fell into her bed. She was not up to dealing with her father. She wished she could be left alone for once. She didn't want to go back to Israel he father was forcing her even though he was out of options. She was now American he couldn't make her go back anymore.

She cried. Cried like she never had before. She was tired, overwhelmed. It was too much for her to handle. She couldn't believe she was upset over something like this.

"Why can't I be free?!" She screamed.