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Gibbs was stunned for a minute, his mind blanked at his fist clenched instinctively. This was now beginning to run a lot deeper than he had first thought. He opened his mouth to speak but the line went dead. He looked at his phone at through it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces.
Gibbs turned to face the glass and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Do you know why?" Gibbs said, unnervingly quietly.
"I… they…" Sanders stuttered, looking uncertain.
"They said she had to pay." He said eventually.
"For what?" Gibbs said, not looking forward to having to look through Ziva's file at Mossad.
"I don't know, all they said was she had been trying her luck for a long time and now it was time to cash in and she was in debt." The Doctor finished.
"You are staying right here until we sort this out." Gibbs commanded as he stormed from the room.
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Tony stared at the coffee machine in front of him; deafly he pressed a couple of buttons and waited. Suddenly, without warning his mind burst and he slammed his fists into the plastic front. He felt his knuckles sting from the force of the punch but he didn't care. After all that had happened he deserved this and more – so much more.
Before he could stop himself he felt the cold salty tears run down his face, he bit back a sob of despair and picked up the coffee violently throwing the liquid down his throat scalding his lips, mouth and oesophagus. The bitter taste complimented his feeling towards himself.
He walked out of the hospital and sprinted as fast as he could for as long as he could, until he was totally alone in the eerie silence of the night. He looked around making sure he was totally alone in the rubbish filled street and then screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed. Letting out all his frustration, guilt, annoyance and the lingering hatred he had to everyone and everything, the emotions were eating him alive and were hurting everyone else.
He stopped and let the last peeling call end and vanish into the night before he started the long and lonely walk back to the hospital.
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McGee put the phone down with a soft click just as the clicking noise of Gibbs heels entered the bull pen.
"Hey, boss." McGee began as he stood up to follow Gibbs.
"I have been trying to work out how Ziva got back into America and apparently she was already in the country before the death of Jane Doe. I'm thinking she got someone to help her fake a death, just in case anyone came looking for her."
Gibbs stopped and gave a small smile and whispered something that sounded unmistakably like "that's my girl"
"I am working on the whom at the moment; maybe she came to see us after all." McGee finished returning to his computer once more.
"She didn't come to see us McGee," Gibbs said walking up the stairs to the Directors office. "She came home."
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"Cynthia!" Gibbs barked making her jump slightly, "I need you to organise a MTAC conference with the director of Mossad, NOW!" he shouted.
Cynthia rolled her eyes slightly,
"I'll try, what is the reason? It better be good"
"Lets just say that I may charge him for the murder of his daughter." He yelled walking out of the room.
Cynthia watched stunned for a moment but complied with the request and picked up the phone.
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"Boss!" yelled McGee as he ran up the stairs two at a time.
Gibbs turned around to face a panting McGee holding a piece of paper.
"No, Ziva David came into the country during our time window." McGee paused waiting for a reaction – none came.
"I think she changed her name, it's the only reason we didn't find out sooner." McGee paused before explaining further.
"I have looked at all pictures of women coming from Israel and this one is the best fit."
HE handed Gibbs the piece of paper and watched Gibbs as he read it. His eyebrows rose as he reached the name.
"I know, she was giving us clues all the time."
"She wanted us to know she was in the country. God Damn it!" Gibbs yelled and threw the paper back at McGee.
Gibbs stormed down the stairs and marched into the bull pen. Yanked open the draw to hard that it came out of the runners and turned on the flat screen,
The back page of a passport appeared on the screen in front of him. And stopped for a moment and just looked at the screen.
His eyes smiled with pride but his mouth and other features were framed in anger and bitterness.
HE read the name, again, and again and again – each time feeling his heart turn back into beating muscle rather than the stone it had been for two years.
"Ziva Gibbs…"
Short, simple and to Gibbs it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.
He had a new daughter,
And even better than a daughter by exact heritage,
For she had chosen that title,
His many thoughts of new found fatherhood were interrupted by the violent ring of his phone.
"Okay," he said into the receiver. "I'll be up in a second…"
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Gibbs stormed up the stairs for the hundredth time that day but stopped before the retina check of MTEC. He knew who he was about to face but at the same time he knew nothing about the man. He paused and wondered how best to deal with this, he wanted results, revenge, and justice but at the same time he didn't think he would be very popular if he destroyed the American/Israeli relationship.
For once in his life he counted to ten before he acted knowing that the Director of Mossad could also be a great help as well as man who he wouldn't mind having on his own for half an hour.
The doors slid open and he walked inside, hesitant at what to expect.
Except what he got was nothing like his hesitance.
Instead of the leering face, so much like his son, staring out of a computer screen at him. Director Chaim David was so much like his daughter that it scared him. At his first glance he thought it was her. His hair thick, dark and curly was streaked at the temples with silvery grey. His features, as soft as his daughters seemed so contradictory to the stories he heard about a hard cruel man.
But his eyes were the most interesting and remarkably like hers dark and large but have deep set bags and large dark circles.
The Director sat up a little straighter and brought his attention to Gibbs away from the unseen view out of his window.
"What can I do for you Special Agent Gibbs?" He said.
This official calmness caught Gibbs out for a moment; there was no sign in his face or his eyes which could be described as bitter. IN fact he looked like a man who had realised he had lost everything he loved.
Could he have loved her?
Gibbs opened his mouth to reply.
"Its concerning your daughter Sir." Gibbs said, despite his pre judge opinion of David, Gibbs realised he was a man to be respected.
He sat up a little straighter,
"Ziva, where is she? Can I speak to her?" he asked quickly.
Gibbs frowned,
"Didn't you read the terms of this meeting?" he said, disbelieving at his ignorance.
"Of course I did. But you are to tell me that every memo you sent out for someone's attention was the truth? Come now, if you want someone's attention, what do you do?" David paused for a moment wanting a reply – none came.
"You don't shout louder, you shouter harder."
Gibbs stared into his eyes for a moment, sadly realising what Ari had said was true.
"You happen to remind me of the bastard…"
Gibbs decided not to insult their intelligence and decided to go straight to the point.
"Your daughter has been involved in an accident, she is in a coma and she has been for nearly two years." Gibbs said in one breath.
When Gibbs walked into the room he wanted to make Chaim's life so awkward it wasn't worth living and to punish him for what had happened to Ziva, now every single feeling of powerful hate vanished when he saw the look in his eyes when he realised she was hurt. Despite the thousands of miles between them, he could feel his grief and not forgetting the unmistakable guilt.
Chaim looked stunned for a second and shook his head.
"How?" he murmured.
"What happened to Eli Lissack when he arrived back in Israel?" Gibbs said bluntly returning an icy stare. He better have a good excuse to get out of this one.
David broke the gaze and began rubbing his chin forcibly.
"We thought he might be "valuable" and he protested his innocence, saying he was good help." Chaim spat out.
"And you believed him?" Gibbs screamed at him.
"NO," he yelled back louder still.
"I wanted him to go to prison for a very, very long time but I was over ruled." He roared, kicking the underside of his desk.
"You're the fucking Director of Mossad, can't you authorise the arrest?" Gibbs said not believing what he was hearing.
"I was getting pressure from above, he had powerful friends." Chaim said slowly.
"What happened?" Gibbs asked, not really wanting a response.
"He went on a mission," he spat out the word mission with hate. "to try and investigate arms dealers and terrorist cells."
"And let me guess, he turned sour." Gibbs replied sarcastically.
"Do not scorn me. I knew he should not have gone, I haven't forgotten what happened last time I sent someone into a terrorist cell." Those words cut Gibbs and he somehow believed he was right.
"I am coming to Washington; nothing you can do can stop me. Whatever has happened she is still my daughter and I love her." Chaim David said those last words with such penetrating honesty that something struck a note inside him.
Perhaps he wasn't the monster that he was made out to be. Though he couldn't bring himself to tell the Chaim the whole truth- not by telecom anyway…
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