At least she would have something to do, the man was on record as speaking very little English but mostly Turkish and seeing as all the interpreters at NCIS already had their hands full it would be up to her to interrogate him.
Ziva was waiting for them down in interrogation when they got back, she heard them coming before she saw them. Well what Ziva heard was a constant stream of profanities against everyone from Gibbs' mother to the American legal system.
"My father would have beaten me if I had talked to an officer like that" Ziva said startling the man into silence.
"Tell them to let me go they have no right to bring me here or treat me like this"
"They have every right, you murdering b*****d"
"Ziva, what are you doing" Gibbs questions her as Tony and McGee bundle the man into one of the rooms. "You know your not on active field duty, you either observe or go back upstairs"
"But this is not the field, this is the office and anyway there are no interpreters free at the moment, there will not be for some time either" Ziva replied calmly.
He looked at her for about five seconds weighing up his options "Fine". Vance would not be happy.
He moved into the observation room leaving the way into the interrogation room free.
Ziva took a deep breathe and pushed the door open, as soon as she did so Adil leapt onto his feet saying that he had done nothing wrong, that it was someone else, that he was a good man who worshipped and obeyed Allah.
Something in Ziva snapped and she launched herself at the man her hands around his throat pinning him to the wall. She was not even aware when the door ricocheted off the wall as Gibbs, Dinnozzio and McGee poured in.
She did not hear them shout her name, did not hear Gibbs ordering her to let go, did not see Adil's face gasping for air or feel his nails clawing at her skin.
What she did feel was the restraining hands on her shoulders, the fingers grappling with her hers forcing her to release the vice around Adil's neck. Ziva was pulled back, the hands crushing her wrists pulled them so that they were crossed over her chest, her own hands on her shoulders. She was dragged from the room, she did not fight, what was the point of fighting, it was not until they were outside in the empty corridor that Gibbs let go with one hand the other fumbling for the door handle of the next room. Ziva tore her second hand free. There was no point fighting, but she would run.