Fifth chapter of the day! Aren't I awesome! I'm gonna be updating another one, so I'm probably gonna finish the story tonight!

Chapter 18

Tony, Gibbs, and McGee were waiting for Ziva to enter the interrogation. Malachi was talking trying to talk to them through the glass.

"This is unfair! Why am I here? I have been helping you the entire time you have been here!" Malachi explained. He was yelling like a lunatic, and Tony was enjoying it. He never thought that it was possible for him to freak out like that.

Ziva opened the door. She had a solid look on her face, as she sat down. She turned to Gibbs and nodded to him. Although she couldn't see him, she knew that he was there.

"What am I doing here Ziva? What has happened?" Malachi asked.

"You killed my father," Ziva said curtly.

"No. I did not. You have proof that Officer Hassar did. I was not even in the gunfight," he said.

"I know. You saw that Hassar was pulling his weapon out. You were going to shoot him. But your shot was aimed at my father. So I will ask you, Malachi. Why did you pull the trigger if your shot was off?" Ziva asked firmly.

"I did not." Malachi was being firm, but Ziva knew him too well. She could tell that he was lying.

"You did not aim at Officer Hassar. You were aiming at my father. Your gun was not pointed at Hassar, you purposefully shot my father!" Ziva yelled.

"You cannot prove that."

She opened the folder and took out the bullet that Ducky had extracted. "This is not Hassar's bullet! This is yours! You shot my father in the back from up above so it would look like he had fired twice! I have evidence that you shot my father, your director!" she yelled again. Ziva was going into Gibbs' interrogation mode. "Why did you pull that trigger? What possessed you to shoot my father? He favored you! You were his top officer, was that too much pressure?"

Malachi just looked at Ziva. He said nothing.

Then it hit her. "You were not happy. Being number one on my father's roster was not enough, and you knew that he had wanted you to become director if he died. You could not wait, so you killed him yourself out of jealousy. Being looked up to as an officer did not cut it for you. You wanted to be at the top of the ladder, and you just couldn't wait for it could you? COULD YOU?" Ziva's voice had risen and she was right next to him.

"No. I could not. But I did not kill him. I would not," Malachi said. He was beginning to shake.

"Do not lie to me Malachi. We have run the tests. Did you even think that we would be too stupid to figure this out? Did you think that we wouldn't have the forensics to prove it? We are not idiots Malachi, we would have found out sooner or later!" Ziva yelled again. She felt like kicking him and not stopping until she could no longer take it.

"Your father was a great man Ziva. But he was getting old; he would have died soon anyways. We needed a young, new director. Not an old man who had not been on any missions in years," Malachi said.

"Well you will never be director anyways! You will be in prison, and you may be killed anyways. If you are low enough to kill the director, not one officer would ever want you to be the new one."

Malachi looked up at her. He stood up to his full height, which towered over Ziva. "Why are defending him Ziva? Do you not remember what your father has done to you? He trained you, and you never had a real childhood. He sent Michael Rivkin into bring you back to Mossad by toying with your feelings. He sent you on a suicide mission in Somalia. And he did not even seem too concerned at your disappearance. When you came back, he sent me to make you look guilty."

Ziva looked at the floor. Then she looked up again. "I know Malachi."

"Ziva, he mistreated you. Were you ever truly like a daughter? Did he take you places or play tea party with you?" Malachi asked her.

She shook her head. "No, he did not."

"He has been like your trainer your entire life Ziva. Not your father. A true father would not raise a killer just so she can work for him when she gets older," Malachi reasoned.

Ziva began to flashback in little bit and pieces. When she was ten, she got her first knife. Twelve, a gun and a holster that was black and purple. By the time she got to her thirteenth birthday, she had begun to cry.

Malachi said to her, "Mossad was better off without him Ziva. And deep inside, you know that."

Ziva just nodded and left the room. Gibbs was already waiting for her there. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the forehead. "It's okay Ziva. It's okay."

She then knew that Gibbs was her father. He would always be there for her when she needed him. McGee and Tony had walked in and brought him out in handcuffs.

When she had finally stopped crying, Gibbs looked at her.

"Thank you Gibbs."

"You're welcome Ziver."

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