Chapter 22
After another week in the hospital, Ziva was allowed to return home and so they had been loaded onto another military transport. Once they had made it back to their home state, she had been shocked to see that Tony wasn't kidding around when he said he had bought that house that she had been eyeing for a very long time. When she was helped inside by Abby and Tony she was amazed to see that Tony had mixed their furniture in together, even though they totally didn't match. She was still wondering where he had put their different beds. A glance into the guest room showed her bed was in there and a glance into another guest room showed his old bed in there, which only confused her. When she made it into their bedroom she was shocked to see one of those sleep number beds in there and the frame was the one that she had been showing pictures to everyone of for about 7 months straight, saving money to buy it because she loved that bed frame so much.
"You went out a bought it? How could you afford this after paying a down payment on a house?" Ziva asked, knowing that none of her money had gone towards anything just yet.
"Everyone chipped in on a lot of the things you see that are new, and since this place had been on the market for a while the home owner was more than willing to sell it for a lower price, he was an ex police officer and when he heard two federal agents were going to be moving in and planning their wedding, he was thrilled to sell it to us." Tony confessed with a smile on his face.
"Only you would find a way to get something for a much cheaper price than it was originally supposed to be." Ziva said with a small smile and a slight shake of her head, which then caused her to wince because the flight had brought on a headache, she was still very weak and fragile. Once they had landed she had been forced to go through an entire medical exam, which included CT scans of the head and body to make sure the flight hadn't brought on any damage before they had allowed her to go home. Now she just wanted to curl up into bed and sleep, she was so tired and sick.
"Why don't you go ahead and change into your sweats and your favorite t-shirt that you like to wear around the house and then you can climb into bed and just get some sleep?" Tony suggested softly, he could see how tired and out of it she looked and he really felt like it was his job to make sure she got the rest she needed to get better, he was her fiancé, he was the only person who was responsible for taking care of her right now.
"Okay." Ziva said as she looked at the two dressers that were in the room and she tried to figure out which one held her clothing.
"Abby helped me unpack, she can show you where your things are." Tony said, seeing her indecision and knowing she wasn't sure where her things were or what she was really feeling like putting on.
"Okay." Ziva said as she smiled at Tony, knowing he wanted to help her more but not sure how he could do it.
After Abby had helped her go through her things and learn where things were in the room, she had changed into her favorite sweat and t-shirt that meant a lot to her, Tony had actually given it to her once when she had been forced to crash at his house after a really rough case once. She had worn the shirt home and never gave it back, she didn't think he remembered that the shirt was actually his, at one point it had even smelled like him, something she really loved. But now it was hers and she had no intention of ever letting him take it back away from her. She climbed into bed and smiled when Tony brought in a glass of water and put it on the nightstand on her side of the bed. Then he showed her how to work the remote on the sleep number bed and explained how it worked and what the numbers were and meant before he kissed her lightly and left her to get some rest, the trip home had really drained her.
Gibbs was angry as he looked over everything that was in front of him, but he still had no idea who was behind all of this. The LA group had given him copies of everything they had, since they had to really continue the investigation with the thought that the main guy was there, and they would probably be the one to make the arrest when he was found and identified.
"There has to be something that will tell us who this freak is and why he wants Ziva." Gibbs said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Well, boss, maybe we should ask Mossad for any files they have or anything they have on anything Ziva worked for them?" McGee suggested from where he was sitting at his own desk.
"You could try that, but I doubt you would get anything out of Mossad." Gibbs said shaking his head, knowing there was no way Mossad would hand over anything on any cases or operations that they ran that had anything to do with Ziva. "But you might get a list of names, ask them for a list of names of people that are still alive and have anything to do with any threats or anything towards Ziva."
"That might work boss." McGee said nodding his head.
"We need a name, at least a name might get us somewhere." Gibbs said staring at Ziva's desk. "We aren't going to let anyone take her again McGee, we can't take the chance. We got lucky this time, we won't get lucky the next time someone gets her, there is no way we would have a shot in getting her back."
Ziva woke up in a cold sweat, staring around the empty room she was sleeping in. She pushed the covers off of her and stared at the pictures that Tony had hung up or placed around the room, in an attempt to make the place look homey, and she tried to calm down but all she kept thinking was whoever was behind this was going to find some way to get to her, whether he kidnapped her or someone close to her, and if they lost someone else, she would never ever be able to look in the mirror or forgive herself. She needed to figure out who this was and find a way to contact him, there had to be a way to contact whoever this was, and try and make a deal because if she didn't she worried that someone close to her could be the next victim.
