I have lost this chapter twice through my computer crashing so this is why it is taking so long. I even saved it as well, so here it is, longer than planned but you loose all will to write when you loose five pages of type…

Gibbs walked out of Ziva's room and leant against the glass window. DiNozzo was right, they needed to find out why she was in America and how she faked her own death; but at the moment all this didn't matter, his thoughts were swimming around inside his head and he couldn't sort them out. It is all so different when the person you are trying to save is someone you know. The personal, memories kick in and it's very hard to try and stop them flowing around. Gibbs sighed at hit is head against the glass and pondered on what to do next. He then got his mobile out of his pocket and hit one on his speed dial. He waited until the familiar sound of the dialling tone began and started pacing the hall corridor waiting for an answer. The distant thud of a hand picking up a phone told him that she was there.

"Director Sheppard." They voice said simply.

"Jenny, it's me." He paused for a second "We've found her." Gibbs said this bluntly, deciding that telling her straight out would be the best thing to do.

"Jenny? Jen!" He called when he received no reply, but the long dead tone he now heard told him that she was gone. He irritable threw his phone back into his pocket.

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McGee was chewing his bottom lip and stared at his computer screen; he blinked a couple of times to try and get his eyes in focus after spending several hours looking at security videos. The sound of the elevator brought him back to his work, or rather avoiding a headslap. Gibbs sat down at his computer and began typing quickly; barely registering the fact that McGee was sitting opposite him. McGee sighed and began watching the video again. After a couple of minutes he sat up a little straighter and a squinted towards the screen; trying to define what he was watching:

"Er…Boss." He said.

"What McGee." Gibbs barked impatiently

"I think you should look at this." McGee replied clicking the middle button on the TV remote.

A grainy black and white video appeared on the monitor. The pixels were highly evident and the clarity was appalling but a figure had just appeared on the bottom right hand corner.

"You going to make that clearer or am I going to have to beg?" Gibbs stated.

McGee hastily pressed a couple of buttons on the controller and the image zoomed in and cleared. To reveal none other than Doctor Oliver Sanders, Gibbs frowned at McGee.

"Already bringing him in boss…"

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Jenny hovered around the entrance to the hospital ward unsure of what to do. It was her fault she was in the hospital bed and she couldn't forget that. She closed her eyes briefly and inhaled a deep breath and walked in.

Jenny could hear every sound of her shoes creaking on the linoleum floor; a horrible squeak which was following her around like a shadow after midday.

"Squeak, squeak…"

Jenny knew she had less than fifty meters to prepare herself mentally for this, but for what? She didn't even know what state Ziva was in. Her mind floated back to Cairo, she shuddered and prayed that whoever had done this was slightly more merciful than they had been there.

Jenny reached the ward and found Ziva's room; she cautiously opened the door and found Tony sitting there his eyes blank and hollow. She walked totally into the room and cleared her throat gently.

"Tony? Tony go and get a coffee, please." She asked quietly.

He turned to look at her and she knew at once he had been crying. The dirty, shimmering snail's trails of tears gilded his face. Though as soon as he found out it was Jenny he quickly brushed them away and tried to put on a brave face.

"Tony, go . I'll stay with her and I promise nothing will happen." Jenny tried to reassure him.

Tony reluctantly got up and walked to the door but turned at the last moment to turn around and look at her. He took every detail about her in and then left.

Jeeny closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Hey." She said.

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"Why did you do it Sanders?" Gibbs screamed in his ear. He didn't even start gently; he had neither the patience nor the will.

The doctor turned and looked at him straight in the eye, not at all scared by Gibbs monstrous out burst.

"This." Gibbs snapped and thrust a handful of pictures at him. Pictures of him bringing the flowers into Ziva's room.

Sanders looked at the pictures in silence for a couple of minutes, then looked at Gibbs who thanked him with a cold stare.

"I di…" he began but Gibbs cut in.

"Don't you even think of trying to deny it. We have three nurses say they saw you coming in with those flowers two weeks ago." Gibbs barked, slamming himself into his seat.

Sanders fiddled with the back of his neck and tapped his foot nervously on the floor.

"They told me to…" he said uneasily.

"Who's they." Gibbs said taking interest.

"I don't know, he never told me. All I know is he said if he didn't give her the flowers my wife would suffer." He looked Gibbs straight in the eye. "You have to believe me, he had me and gun point and I had no other alternative."

"How did you contact him?" Gibbs continued.

"I only spoke to him once, on the phone, I still have the number." He said nervously. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Gibbs.

Gibbs quickly dialled the number and tapped his foot impatiently.

Then a voice answered:

"Hello again Mr Gibbs…"

Then it all went silent.

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Who is it on the phone I wonder?