Another short chapter I know, I'm trying extremely hard to make them longer! I write in a composition book then copy it down, so it looks a lot longer on that page!

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Chapter 11

After a 9-hour flight to Tel Aviv, the team had arrived. Gibbs had slept for quite awhile as usual, and so had Vance. Tony and Ziva held each other's hands for most of the flight. Palmer and McGee had gotten along pretty well.

Tony noticed that Ziva had been on edge again. Her knuckles were turning white, and her cheeks were turning red. He touched her shoulder to calm her down.

Ziva looked up at Tony with thanks.

After the long trek through customs, baggage claim, and more security, the team had found Standing Director Malachi Ben-Gideon waiting for them.

"Hello. It is good to see you all again, even if the circumstances are not so pleasant," he said to Team Gibbs. Then he turned to Ziva and Leon. "Shalom, Ziva. Director Vance. Thank you for making this decision. We appreciate it greatly."

"Pleasure's all mine Officer Gideon," Vance replied.

"Hello Malachi," Ziva said.

"Well, we should get going. It is best to use time wisely. Please, follow me," he said as he gestured them outside.

A car that looked like a limousine was waiting for them. Malachi and the team were silent for the entire ride. When they pulled up to Mossad's headquarters, McGee, Ducky, and Palmer noticed all of the guards. Ziva saw they're wide eyes and slightly gaping mouths, and could not help but giggle. After going through security, they were taken down to a basement.

"This is where the shooting took place. I will leave you to your work, he said.

"Wait! Were there any witnesses to the murder?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes. Many Mossad officers were there. Do they need to be here?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Couldn't hurt. Why don't you ask Agent David? It is her case after all," he said as he looked towards Ziva.

Until now, Ziva had completely forgotten about rule 38. Malachi looked at her with a look of wanting explanation. But instead of objecting, he left to get the officers.

Ziva decided to things 'Gibbs style,' as Tony would call it. "McGee, bag and tag; DiNozzo, shoot, Gibbs, take statements."

McGee and Tony got straight to work. But Ziva could see a smile of pride flicker across Gibbs' face right before he walked over to the officers.

Ziva thought to herself, This is going to be interesting.

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Preview for Chapter 12:

She felt a tear slide down her cheek. Then, a few more fell. Somewhere along the way, she began to cry.