Sorry, for the slight delay. This was the first chapter I wrote for this in a while. I had all other chapter written before I even got the guts to publish the story. It's probably a little shorter than my others but we are nearing the end and the next few chapters are going to be longer and they will have a lot more in them. Which is why I finished it where I did.

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That night no one came for them. For all they knew they had been forgotten about. Aaron could tell Ziva was scared, he also knew that she wouldn't tell him that she was. He told her that he didn't understand what had happened and that he didn't understand the full situation but he had forgiven her. It was a bit hard not to forgive the beautiful young woman in the same room as him.

Aaron watched as she slowly paced the room. He couldn't get his head around it; there was this seventeen year old girl, she seemed smart yet she still let her father take advantage of her.

"Ziva," Aaron said after he had enough of watching her wear a path into the cement flooring.

"What?" she replied softly.

"Can I ask you why you accepted this mission?" He asked.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked.

"I'm just trying to work out how someone as smart as you would do something as stupid as this," He said. He saw her eyes harden then after a moment they softened again.

"So am I," she sighed and came to sit next to him.

"Well then let's look at this together and logically," he said, "Start from the beginning,"

"Okay, my father is in the high ranks of Mossad. He can send people on missions if he pleases. When I was nine, my parents divorced. My sister and I usually live with my mother. I would sneak out every night and wall to my father's house. One night a few months ago, he told me he had an assignment for me. He told me that someone was selling secrets in the IDF; I told him I would do it. My brother tried talking me out of it, but I felt I had to do it to prove myself to my father," she said.

"That explains why you are here. You set up this mission?" he asked.

"As far as I know Abba did. He sent me in with no alias or anything. I actually was meant to be here a week after I arrived. I chose to come earlier because I was suspended from school because one person thought it was funny to pick on me. But it began to change he was kissing me one night after school - forcing himself onto me is more like it. In the end I had enough and I hit him. That happened at school too. I ran away from school and went to Mossad. That is how I ended up here," she said.

"No it's not. That's how you ended up at the base. Do you think that there is any chance that your father set this up?" he asked.

"Do you think that there is any chance that someone reported this; the 'missing' secrets to Mossad to get attention?" she asked back.

"You have to know that that is just as much of a possibility as what my idea was, okay?" he said.

"You know, the past couple days I have been reflecting. I have worked out that I now regret taking this mission, but not anything I did with you. A few days ago it was the other way around.

You are a nice person, and you deserve so much more than me," she said.

He looked at her hanging head, "Hey," he whispered. She looked up, "You deserve someone too, you know that right?" he said rhetorically. She nodded.

"Do you think that once we are out of here that there is any chance of trying to make us work?" she asked.

"Maybe, I am willing to give it ago. As long as you do not lie to me anymore," she nodded again.

Not five seconds later the door swung open.

"I thought I would pay my guests a visit," Ezra said, "You were pretty clever with piecing together the hints. I bet you feel very please with yourself," he stated. Aaron stood and stepped in front of Ziva, a silent gesture of protection. Ezra noticed this and stepped forward and struck him.

"I am now going to have Mossad questioning me about the where abouts of her!" he exclaimed.

"And so you should," Aaron said.

This time he was prepared. Ezra threw a punch and Aaron dodged it taking his own punch, delivering a few before Ezra walked back out with his eye beginning to bruise.

"Okay, so once again - what's this plan you have?" Aaron asked.

"The next time that they come in; I am going to have the gun, and the first guy will be knocked out. Then that way the door will be open. Then we can find our way out. There are five men all up. One I do not want to be injured because he has been quite an asset, the bullets are a last resort," she explained as they waited.

As if on cue - another half an hour later, they heard the door's lock click. Ziva went to stand by it and Aaron was getting ready to hold it open. He was surprised at her strength. He hadn't seen her eat or drink since he had been there. He put it down to determination and adrenaline from the fear of not making it out.

Ari walked into the IDF he used the same pass that he had from the day before. He was going to find his sister. He believed that the man that their father sent her to question wasn't bad. Not if he was showing that much concern for the person who had lied to him.

Ari walked the base. He was looking for something that could house at least ten people. That would include Ziva, the 'ring leader', and his undoubtedly guards. That was assuming. He had been trying to get in contact with Aaron again, but he couldn't. It was sort of like Ziva's disappearance.

He was staring to get worried. For each day left unfound, Ziva's chances of survival were getting smaller and smaller. He saw a warehouse across the base a little. Assuming that it was Ezra that had Ziva, he would have kept her on base so that he could keep an eye on her and also come to work with out raising suspicion. That was the first place he was going to look. He pulled out his phone to inform his father to meet him there ASAP.

Maybe three more chapters, maybe more... I don't like to limit myself.

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