Somalia, Horn of Africa
Ziva slowly woke up and scoped out her surroundings. She knew something, besides her missing finger, wasn't right. Her stomach had been feeling queasy lately, and she was late. Of course, with the lifestyle she led, it is often normal to be late or even skip a month. It has been three months and she was guessing it probably had something to do with a baby. Ziva was terrified for the new life inside her.
"Tell me everything you know about NCIS," a deep voice boomed from behind the door. Ziva's hands instantly cradled her child. Even though it hadn't been confirmed, Ziva knew that in a few months, if she was still alive, she would have a little baby to hold in her arms.
"I do not know what you want. I am Israeli, NCIS never gave me any pass codes or vital Intel. I worked as a liaison officer, nothing more," Ziva replied. She knew this man would most likely not believe her, but it was worth a try.
"I don't care, tell me anything about anything," he shot back as he unlocked the door. He was a large, broad man with huge muscles and the darkest skin Ziva had ever seen.
Ziva considered America her country because, in the four years she lived there, it was more home to her than Israel ever was. She didn't want to betray her country. But the need to protect her baby outweighed her sense of pride and love for her country.
"I said tell me!" the man yelled and slapped Ziva across her face, making her nose bleed.
"The director is Leon Vance. My boss is former marine, Leroy Gibbs. My partner…" Ziva faded out. She was so mad at him for killing Michael, but she was beginning to believe she was used by him and her father. "My partner," she continued, "is Anthony DiNozzo." She felt like she was selling him out. "McGee knows how to do anything with any piece of technology, and Abby can prove or disprove anything with forensics and she can get away with anything without leaving evidence."
"I want addresses. NOW!" the man shouted.
DC, Airport
"Last call for flight 371 to Somalia, last call for flight 371," a voice aired over the speakers.
"DiNozzo, McGee? You guys ready?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah, Boss," Tony said.
"Yes Boss," McGee replied. They grabbed their bags and headed on the plane.
Gibbs managed to book a nonstop flight to Mogadishu, Somalia. The flight was seven hours of waiting and wondering if Ziva would be there when they arrived. Tony couldn't sleep, he felt frozen in his chair, so he took to watching Gibbs and McGee. Gibbs didn't bring his coffee with him, so he was sound asleep. Tony looked at the man he considered to be his father and envied how calm he looked.
McGee, on the other hand, couldn't have been more jittery. He went to the bathroom ever y five minutes it seemed. Whether from airsickness or nervousness, Tony didn't know. He looked at his watch, assuming the flight was almost over. Only forty nine minutes has passed! Toy decided he needed to sleep because he would be no help to Ziva if he was exhausted and jetlagged. He drifted into a forced, tortuous sleep.
When they finally got off the plane, Tony was ready to go. He was awake and alert and wanted to find his partner.
"Where're we going boss?" he asked.
"A hotel, about twenty minutes away," Gibbs said.