New chapter. I don't have anything smart to say, its too late...

I hope this starts to answer some questions.

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Ziva was waiting behind the door, waiting for the door to open, Aaron wasn't all that happy with Ziva handling the gun. But she looked confident and steady. She didn't look like she would accidently shoot him.

The door opened and as soon as it closed they identified the man as one of the men that were on guard, Ziva hadn't seen him before. Ziva quickly pushed him against the wall and hit him over the head with the butt of the gun, effectively knocking him out. Aaron held the door open for her. She looked at him as she put the gun in the waist band of her pants at her back, holding it with one hand.

He waited for her to exit before closing the door behind them both. They stood with their backs against the wall,

"Ziva, are you sure you have this worked out?" he whispered to her.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"I have this worked out," she assured. Another man came around the corner he was - as far as they could tell - unarmed. Ziva knocked him out as well.

To Aaron it looked as if she was only causing the minim injury possible to these people, she would only kill if it were the only way. He would have shot everyone who got in his way, and when questioned would have pleaded that it was self defence.

Ziva didn't look at all keen on that. They turned another corner and they came face to face with a door. Ziva - now holding the gun with her right hand ready to use if threatened - walked to the door. She hesitated, unsure of whether to open it. They had at least another three people. If all three were behind that door, the chances of them getting out alive slimed greatly. Two people, one weapon verses three people, three weapons.

The man that Ziva briefly told him about seemed suspicious. He was the same age as her and he would go against what he was ordered to do. He would bring Ziva food and gave her a weapon to defend herself with. It seemed planned, like someone had predicted this to happen.

Ziva's judgment was clouded, she was hungry, thirsty, tired, and perhaps had a slight feeling of invincibility. She was about to put her left Olga d on the door knob, "Ziva, wait," Aaron said in a hushed whisper.

"Why? I want to get home, I want to see my sister, and I want to be away from here," she said. It was the first real time she had let her defence down, let him see her weakness.

"I don't think you should go through that door," he said, "You may not make it through the other side. And what's to say that there's not door?" he asked.

She looked down slightly and begun to head in the opposite direction, Aaron following close behind. They walked through an open door, seeing that there was another door on the other side of the room. Big mistake.

As soon as they walked through the door, the door was slammed tightly shut and both Ziva and Aaron were pushed against the wall, Ziva was disarmed.

"No," she yelled when in surprise she dropped the gun.

The guard that had Ziva turned her around to face the person in charge of it all, "You know, Ziva, I'm surprised that you didn't work all this out sooner. After all there was one event, I believe that occurred the day before you arrived," he said.

Ziva's mind flashed back to the day before she left for the IDF. She remembered being kissed, she remembered hitting him, she remembered, she remembered being pushed to the wall in the school yard, she remembers her friends watching from the crowd, and his hand move across her body.

Bazak... God, she hated his guts. But what was his connection to Ezra. Bazak... Bazak... Ezra... Bazak Ezra. It came flooding back to her. Perhaps the reason why Bazak's behaviour towards her changed was because this was already planned. They needed something to unnerve her, something to make her perhaps more distracted. But in order for that to be the reason, they would have needed to know more about her as a person. She wasn't listed anywhere - on any Mossad employee list. They would have only been supplied with the name - if that, they probably would have only been told that someone was coming.

"You are Bazak's father," she stated.

"Yes, it took you long enough. He told me how you hit him after he kissed you," Ezra said, "But before you start blaming me or Bazak, maybe you should look closer to home," he said.

Aaron looked at Ziva. He could see her carefully constructed façade slipping, "Why did you take Ziva?" Aaron asked taking the spotlight off Ziva.

"Why? I don't know what your talking about, I didn't take her. I borrowed her, I planned on giving her back," Ezra explained.

"She is not an object for you to use," Aaron said.

"She used you," Ezra stated.

"Not through any fault of her own. She was given the wrong intel. Someone told Mossad that there was a leak in the system, and that that leak was coming from me. But you are wrong," Aaron said.

"Oh, this isn't my fault," he replied. He indicated for the person with Ziva to move closer. When this happened, Ziva brought her knees to her chest and kicked Ezra. just after he person holding her dropped her due to the sudden extra weight; she feel to the floor, but quickly returned to her feet. Then she was faced with two men again, both holding nothing. Aaron was still being held by he guy who had him.

He watched as panic cross her face. She had been trained for a fight with one person, but against two people; she wasn't sure. Ziva looked at Aaron for some type, any type of help.

He was trying to break free from grip on him. Ziva had no weapons on her, she was going to have to fight only with her body. She was facing Ezra and decided to take him first. He was the bigger threat. But unlike their last confrontation; she was ready for him. She ducked when he threw the punches to attack her, she delivered her own, and soon enough - this time - she got the upper hand. She disarmed him and held him and gun point. He froze with his hands half raised.

"Let him go," Ziva demanded calmly, "I wouldn't try that," she stated as she turned the gun to the man that had held her reached when she saw him reach for his gun.

"I won't shoot anyone if you let us go," she said in the same eerily calm voice. Aaron doubted whether she would shoot anyone anyway, but the threat was serious. The man that had him let him go; he steadily walked over to her.

He looked at Ezra; he had a bored look on his face. He wasn't taking Ziva seriously but humoured her anyway.

"Put your weapons on the floor where I can see them," she said forcefully this time, talking to the two men still armed.

As they did as they were told, and while Ziva's attention was on them, Ezra lunged at Ziva...

Ari reached the warehouse and was about to knock on the small office door to the side of the bigger building when he heard gunshots ring out. He forgot about knocking and ran to the side door quickly picking the lock and rushing inside. Finding his way through the wear house before finding the one door he was aiming for.

I know a little cliff hanger. I have decided that there will be no more than 25 chapters, there will probably be less.

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