She was crouched in the doorway of the basement, hidden in the shadows, her gun pointed at Gibbs. When her only surviving sibling aimed the sniper rifle at the other man, she pulled the trigger and killed her brother. Gibbs looked at her and Ziva stood up, walking slowly towards her brother. She sat down next to the body. The body of her brother.
"He was my half-brother," she whispered, her voice broken with grief.
"Not David..." Gibbs trailed off and disappeared up the staircase, leaving her alone to sing to her brother.
He called his former lover, now the director of NCIS and it picked up only seconds later.
"Jethro!" Jenny snapped. "I'm in MTAC right now, trying to find that moron who wants to kill you!"
"Jen," he implored softly, " you need to come right now." He could hear her footsteps before her voice came, laced with panic and worry.
"Jethro, what happened? Are you OK? Where's Ziva? Do you know where Ari is?" she bombarded him with questions. He sighed.
"Ziva lost another sibling," he told her, and that was all he needed to say.