When she arrives at the crime scene, she gets out of the car, alone, and locks the door behind her. Amelia sleeps, in the back seat. Ziva makes a beeline for the crime scene tape. When she ducks under the tape, that is around the front door of the house, she is relieved to see that Gibbs, is the only member of their team that has arrived so far. She approaches him.
"Can I talk to you for a second."
"Ziva I'm in the middle of a crime scene."
"This is more important."
"More important?"
"Like bringing someone back from the dead?"
"What are you talking about, Ziva?"
"Could you just come with me?"
He huffs, and follows her out of the house, down the sidewalk, to her car.
"What is so important that we had to come out into the snow, to discuss it?"
"That," Ziva points through the window her car.
"Your car?"
"Inside the car," Ziva responds.
Gibbs blinks, seeing the little girl sleeping inside.
"Babysitting?"
"Not exactly."
"Ziva you can't bring a kid to a crime scene."
"I didn't have any other choice."
"Whose kid is she?"
Ziva's eyes fall, to her shoes.
"David!" he barks.
She makes eye contact, and swallows hard, "Kate's."
"Kate's? Is that supposed to be some kind of sick joke?"
Ziva's facial expression remains unchanged.
"Kate is dead," Gibbs reminds her, in a hushed tone.
Ziva shakes her head, pulling the envelope out of her pocket. She hands it to him. This envelope has his name scrawled across it. He rips it open, and begins to read.
Gibbs,
I'm sorry. I made a mistake. The CIA offered me a position. In order to obtain the position, my death had to be faked. It was an elaborate scheme, that was orchestrated entirely, by the CIA. I hurt a lot of people. I'm sorry. Amelia, is my daughter, she's six. Please help Ziva, keep her safe. I am being hunted, it is highly unlikely that I will still be alive, by the time you get this. Please forgive me. Help Tony understand.
Kate
He looks up at Ziva. He shakes his head. She locks eyes with him.
"You don't believe it?"
"That's her handwriting," he admits.
"She didn't know, about Amelia, when she left."
"DiNozzo?" he questions.
Ziva just nods.
"How did you get her?"
"Kate left her, outside my door. I didn't know what to do."
"You should have called me."
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to solve this case."
"You aren't going to find Kate?"
"I don't know," he shrugs.
"What do you want me to do with her?"
"Does she know what's going on?"
"Yes," Ziva nods.
"Just let her sleep," he responds.
"You want me to leave her in the car, alone? While we process the scene?"
"Arm go off, if shed?"
"Yes."
"Will the alarm go off, if she tries to get out?"
"Yes."
"So what is the problem?"
"I can't see her."
"Ziva, she'll be fine."
"Gibbs, what if whoever is after her mother attempts to do something to her?"
"The crime scene is fifty feet away, Ziva."
"What would you do? If she were your responsibility? Better yet, how would you feel if someone was supposed to protect your daughter and.." Ziva stops abruptly.
"You're right."
"So what would you like me to do with her?"
"I'll call Abby. I'll have her meet us here, and..."
Ziva shakes her head. "I'll take her to Abby. It will be quicker. I have something for her, anyway."
"Ok. Drive safely."
Ziva nods in agreement, as she returns to her car. She pulls away from the crime scene, as Tony pulls up. Tony parks the car, and steps out, as Gibbs is walking back to the crime scene.
"Where is Ziva going?" he questions.
"There was some business that she needed to take care of."
"What kind of business?"
"That's for me to know."
"Right, Boss," he nods, and follows Gibbs into the crime scene.
Ziva stops at a red light. She peeks in the rearview mirror. She sees a pair of hazel eyes staring back at her.
"You're awake."
"Green," Amelia responds.
Ziva looks forward. The light is green, so she puts her foot on the accelerator. She shifts gears as she gains speed. She doesn't check the rearview again, instead she remains focused, on the road.
"Where are we going?" Amelia wonders.
"To NCIS."
"Why?"
"You don't need to be at a crime scene."
"We're going to stay at NCIS?"
"You are."
"With who?"
"Abby. Did..."
"Oh, ok."