DISCLAIMER: All I onw are my charcters and the story line. Plus a really cool hot pink pair of socks.

A/N: This chapter is actually pretty long, YA! I think I've said this befor, I have no life. That being how this chapter came to be so long. And apparently threating to kill Jenny didn't motivate you all to review, hmmmm. I'm going to have to think of something better.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED! (2/5)

Chapter VIII

(U.S) 05:30

Jenny's House

Gibbs woke up with a huge crick in his neck, and could smell coffee coming from the kitchen.

"Good morning Jethro. You're up."

"Hey to you too." He stood up and stretched. "Any of that coffee for me?"

"Maybe. If you tell me why you stayed last night."

"Jen, why do you have to ask so many questions?"

"I don't know. Maybe if you answered some of then, then there wouldn't be so many in the first place." She was upset, but not about Gibbs staying over. Hannah was missing and she wanted to find her now.

"Thanks and just how I like it." Gibbs took the coffee cup from her hands. "So, I have a daughter huh."

"Yes Jethro and she is missing. In God knows where, with anyone . . . or alone."

"Calm down Jen. I know you're scared but you have to calm down. Getting worked isn't going to help bring her back."

"Your right, I'm sorry"

"Don't be. I want to find her too. She's my daughter, who I've never met."

Before Jenny could answer her cell phone went off. "Shepard."

"It's Ziva."

"Ziva it's five-thirty in the morning, what's wrong?"

From the other end of the kitchen Gibbs, who was leaning against the counter, gave her a quizzical look. Jenny just shook her head.

"Some one from Telavive called me."

"And . . .?"

"It's about your daughter."

"Spit it out Ziva!"

"She's being taken to Tel Aviv Jennifer."

"She's what!" Jenny all but screamed.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?" Gibbs said upset, and a little confused.

"Gibbs . . .!"

Ziva was very confused. What was Gibbs doing at Jenny's house?

"Calm down!" Jenny yelled. "Jet . . . Gibbs, brought me home last night Ziva." She calmly explained. Before she could continue Gibbs snatched the phone from her.

"What the hell is going on Ziva!"

"I call to say I know where Hannah is being taken and end up getting yelled at by my boss. Ugh!"

"How do you know?" Gibbs questioned more calmly.

"The idiot who kidnapped your daughter called me and told me. How else? And before you ask, yes, I know she is your daughter."

"Give me the phone Jethro." Jenny said.

Gibbs ignored her. "Where?" He asked Ziva, growing angrier by the second.

"Tel Aviv."

"As in Israel?"

"Yes."

"How . . ." Before he could answer Jenny snatched the phone from his hand and went to the other side of her kitchen.

"Is there more Ziva?"

"His name is Kasimir Hashim."

"Wait, the same person who . . ."

"Yes." Ziva answered, her voice turning to stone.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I hope you find Hannah."

"Thank you."

"Of course."

Jenny hung up and took a deep breath.

"Jen?"

"She's being taken to Tel Aviv." She said in disbelief.

"I know." Gibbs said in equal disbelief. "Why did the captor call Ziva?"

'They have some history." She stopped for a minute. "You know, I feel really helpless." She said with a laugh.

"Well then, we will just have to go there and retrieve her ourselves."

"As partial as I am to that idea we have no idea where to look, or what to look for."

'Then we will just have to take Ziva with us."

"You hate Ziva."

"And when I found out she could find my daughter I became quite partial to her."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Jenny's smile faded. Gibbs left his post at the other end of the kitchen and stood in front of her with his arms around her waist.

"I'm scared."

"I know."

Jenny laid her head on Gibbs' shoulder, letting him hold her. He made her feel protected, she never wanted to leave his arms.

A/N: Hope you liked it, and I'm not reviewing untill I get 10 reviews. HA!