The missing year of Ziva David…from her walking out of Tony's hospital room to breaking into Kate's place.

THE DAVID DOSSIER

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Chapter 1: A New Life
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Ziva stood outside the hospital, tears in her eyes.

She took out her cell and dialed..."I need to talk to you."

The muffled voice of a female came over the phone.

"Is there anyway I can come over now?"

The muffled voice spoke one word and hung up.

Ziva sighed as she moved to a taxi and knocked on the window.

She opened the back door and got in.

"Where to, lady?"

"122 Moonlight Drive."

"You go it."

Ziva sat in the back; her eyes closed the entire time. The drive was a long one, at least 30 minutes.

The taxi stopped..."43.50."

Ziva wiped away her tears.

"Are you ok, lady?"...She pulled 45 dollars out of her pocket and handed it to the man and got out.

She stood in front of a large house, she slowly walked towards it...she knocked 3 times, before a Hispanic woman answered the door.

"Yes?"

"Ziva David to see Jenny Shepard."

She opened the door..."Please come in."

Ziva walked into the house.

"One moment."...The woman left, leaving Ziva standing by the door.

Jenny came out of her study..."What is it, Ziva?"

"I...I need out."

"Out?"

"I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for certain people."

Jenny walked towards her..."Isn't he still in the hospital?"

Ziva once again wiped away her tears..."The doctor said he was going to be fine. Please, I need out, Jenny."

Jenny moved to her and hugged her..."It's gonna be ok."...Jenny paused..."I have a friend at the CIA, I'll see what I can do, okay?"

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3 days later...Langley, Virginia.

Ziva sat inside a room inside the CIA. A woman walked in..."I'm Roselyn Sanchez, I'm your handler."...She extends her hand to Ziva and she shakes it.

"Everything will come through me, everything. From orders, weaponry, what you have for lunch. I am your ears and eyes. Any questions?"

"None."

"Good, your codename will be Arch Angel, I am Mother, understand?"

Ziva nodded.

"You were Mossad?"

"No."

"Good answer."

Roselyn handed her a leather bound folder.

Ziva took it and opened it..."Afghanistan?"

"You speak Arabic, correct."

"Yes."

"Page two is your target."

"Who is he?"

Ziva turned the page...she read: "Shareef Al-Azkeem."

"Al Qaeda, second in command in Afghanistan, he controls the opium fields. He almost never leaves his compound, but when he does, we want you to take him out."

"Means?"

"Long distance."

"Weaponry?"

"M107."

"50 cal? Am I shooting him through a cement block?"

"If need be."

Ziva closed her folder, Roselyn moved to her..."Any questions?"

"Teammate?"

"Negative."

"Didn't think so."

"Get some rest, we leave in 6 hours."

Ziva stood and moved towards the door.

"Oh, if you're captured or killed."

Ziva stopped..."I know the drill."

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Chapter 2: The Long Wait
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19 days later...

Ziva lied on her stomach inside a small cave opening about 2500 feet above a valley below, she was covered head to toe in gray and dark brown, she stared through the scope, scanning the compound. He moved her right hand away from the trigger and shook it, she pulled her glove off, sweat dripped out of it, her fingers were beyond pruny, she rubbed her hand in the sand trying to get some grip back in her fingers.

She turned over to her back and closed her eyes, she grabbed her canteen and opened it, she shook it, she was running out of water. She poured a few drops into her mouth, her stomach groaned, she hadn't eaten a decent meal in 3 weeks.

She shook her head, it was like clockwork, her lightheadedness always set in at the hottest part of the day.

Lately she gotten nauseous during the morning, which made her job that much harder.

She turned back over to stomach, sliding her glove back on, she gripped the handle and started to scan the compound.

2 days later...

Ziva was out of water, she was out of rations. She was at the point of exhaustion. Her body seized doing normal everyday events, it was shutting down.

She stared through her scope, a large amount of movement started. She gripped the handle even tighter than before, she moved carefully, searching every inch of the compound. The midday heat was near, engulfing her.

Finally the man appeared. She moved the scope to his head and trailed him along, her vision double, she closed her eyes and quickly shook her head, she re-focused and moved the crosshairs back over his head. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.

The only thing that remained was a fine pink mist. Her job was finished.

She dry heaved, her eye watered.

The compound was in lockdown, they all ran around like chickens with their heads cut off.

She dry heaved again.

Ziva slid out of the hole and moved to the top of the mountain, she turned on her radio..."Mother, passed the test, red smoke, I repeat, red smoke."

Ziva took out a grenade, pulled the pin and tossed it...a red smoke poured out from it. Ziva dropped to her knees and waited, she once again dry heaved.

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The helicopter landed, Ziva lied passed out on the ground. A man ran to her and checked her pulse. He moved behind her, grabbing under her arms and pulled her towards the helicopter.

He pulled her inside and slammed the door.

She woke up the next day in the hospital, still very week, a feeding tube was down her nose. It was hard for her to focus on anything.

"Miss David?"

Ziva looked at the man, he was older, balding.

"Good, you're awake."

Ziva tried to talk, but couldn't.

"Here, let me get that for you...exhale for me."

Ziva exhaled as he pulled the tube out her nose.

"Better?"

Ziva nodded as the doctor handed her a glass of water, she took a drink..."Where am I?"

"Camp Anaconda."

Ziva raised her head, pouring some of the water on her chest..."I'm in Iraq!?"

The doctor nodded..."Looks like you'll be heading home soon."

"Why's that?"

"You're pregnant."

Ziva sat up quickly..."I'm what!?"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"I...I can't be."

"Well, you are."

"But how?"

The doctor laughed.

Ziva ran her fingers through her hair..."It's a miracle."

"No, it's about 4 weeks."

"4 weeks?"

"Haven't you noticed not having your period?"

Ziva sighed..."I haven't noticed anything the last month."

"Nurse, give her another IV and you try to eat some hot food, huh?"...He patted her arm..."I'll be back later to check on you, ok?"

Ziva closed her eyes..."4 weeks? The hotel tub."...She smiled, then started to cry.

The nurse walked over and changed her IV..."Are you ok?"...She picked up her chart..."Oh, its normal, hun."

Ziva opened her eyes..."Normal?"

"Hormones are a pain in the keyster."...She smiled at her..."I have 2 of my own...hang in there, ok?"

Ziva pulled up the paper gown and looked at her stomach, she patted her stomach with her hands.

She looked around to see if anyone was watching...she smiled and cried at the same time..."Hi, in there."

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Chapter 3: Detour to Hell
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Ziva stood in front of the mirror, she leaned forward, pressing her face against it.

"Miss?"

Ziva leaned back and flushed the toilet and opened the door.

"Are you ok?"...The nurse asked, extending her hand, offering her support.

Ziva moved out the door, still wearing her paper gown..."Yes."

"There are a couple gentlemen here to see you."

"Me?"

Ziva moved back to her bed and sat, two men walked into her room. Ziva lowered her head, she knew who they were.

"Ziva David?"

Ziva was silent.

The nurse moved in front of them, seeing Ziva was irritated by them..."She is in no condition to speak with you."

The men looked at her odd.

"What, you don't understand English."

"They're Mossad...they're trained not to answer."

"Oh, well, I won't leave you then, hun."

"It's ok, I have to deal with this sooner than later."

The nurse slid out of the way as the men walked towards Ziva, one of them lifted his hand holding a satellite phone.

Ziva raised her head and took the phone from the man.

Ziva moved the phone to her ear..."Shalom, Ziva."...She quickly tossed it at the wall smashing it.

One of the men grabbed her arm..."Bo iti!"

"Hey, just a minute, get your hands off her!"

The other man moved towards the nurse.

"AHHHH!"...Ziva yelled, getting off the bed..."I'll go with you, leave her alone."

The man turned his head looking at nurse when Ziva strikes him with her forearm, dropping him to the floor. The man quickly grabs the nurse, holding her from behind.

Ziva quickly raises her hands.

The man rises from the floor and pushes Ziva against the wall and secures her hand with a plastic pull tie.

The sound of a gun cocking is heard, the man holds his gun to Ziva's head. He turns her around..."Kalba."

Ziva smiled, then headbutted him, his nose explodes...blood pours down his face, she quickly knees him in the groin, dropping him to his knees. She kneed upwards, under his chin...finishing him off.

The other man hits her in the side of the head with his gun, knocking her out.

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Ziva awoke in pitch-black room, her head was spinning.

A bright light shined on her face...she quickly closed her eyes.

Hands grabbed her face, forcing her eyes open.

"Ziva."

Ziva was silent, a hand moved in front of her mouth, she bit down, drawing blood.

A man screamed and went to backhand her, but his arm was grabbed and tossed against the wall.

"That is my daughter."...Director David kneeled in front of Ziva..."You honestly thought you could elude me?"...He lightly smacks her on both cheeks..."So much like your mother."

"Why are you in Iraq!?"

"I'm not...you're home, Ziva."

Ziva lowered her head..."I'm going to kill you."

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Chapter 4: Torture is a Kalba
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Roselyn Sanchez walks through a door, a man sits at his desk.

"Director, I have bad news."

"What is it, Agent Sanchez?"

"Ziva David may have gone rogue."

"Excuse me?"

"She's gone missing from a field hospital in Iraq and an army nurse was found dead at the scene."

"Why would she kill a nurse?"

"There were rumblings about battle fatigue, Sir."

"Find her, but keep it quiet...I want her brought in alive."

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The light still shined in Ziva's eyes.

A man pulled back on her hair, yanking on it, forcing her onto her back...he grasped her chin and held it tightly, her mouth opened.

Another man put a towel on her face, shoving part of it into her mouth; he then poured buckets of water over the towel.

Ziva gasped and choke, spitting out as much water as she could.

"Where did you go, Ziva?"

Ziva is silent.

"More water."

Two more buckets of water were poured on her face.

"Ziva...this can end right now."

Her father moved over her, he lifted the towel..."What is your answer?"

Ziva smiled, then spit in his face.

"More."...He wiped his face with his handkerchief, the man poured more water over her face..."I raised you better than that, Ziva."

"Break her fingers, one at a time."...One of the men cut her hands loose as another held the towel over her neck, holding her down against the back of folded out chair...he grabbed her pinky with a pair of pliers and quickly jerked it, the sound of the bone cracking filled the room.

Ziva still quiet, her eyes closed, her mind elsewhere.

He snapped another of her fingers, yet once again, Ziva didn't move, didn't make a sound.

He quickly broke the other two fingers on her left hand and held her thumb in his hand...he pulled back on it, it cracked.

Her father sighed..."Why must you do such things? Don't you see, I do this to help you? Because I love you?"

Ziva remained silent; she breathed in and out deeply.

He shook his head..."Maybe Ari was right?"...He turned and walked towards the door..."More water, then break the rest of her fingers."...He leaned against the door and watched.

The man placed the towel over her face again and held it tight as the other man grabbed another bucket of water. He poured it over her face.

Ziva laid silently, her father moved to her and put his fingers on her neck..."More."

The man poured another bucket of water over her face, Ziva didn't move, her chest was still, she didn't make a sound.

Her father lifted the towel, Ziva laid motionless.

"Quick, you...mouth-to-mouth!"

The man dropped the bucket and moved to Ziva's side. He bent down, he held her nose and blew into her mouth...nothing happened. The man breathed into her mouth once again and tried to rise, but he couldn't...he struggles, his screams muffled as he finally tears himself away from Ziva.

Ziva reached up, grasping the man with the towel by the throat and brought him over her, she thrusted her knee back, striking him in the top of his head numerous times, she quickly sat up and spit, the man's tongue hits her father in the chest, her mouth covered in blood.

Her father quickly moved out the door as Ziva's ankle was grabbed. She looked down, she kicked her foot away and placed her heel on the man's neck, she applied her weight to it, his neck snapped. She knelt, searching him; she took his gun from his holster. She grabbed the arm of his coat and pulled, sliding his arm out, she pushed him onto his stomach, she yanked his jacket off and stood, she wrapped herself in it, it came to her knees.

Ziva moved to the man she kneed. He lied there holding his head. Ziva straddled his chest, grabbing the towel, she shoved it into his mouth, she held her palm over towel, pressing as hard as she could, the man struggled. She pulled the towel away and he gasped for air. Ziva pressed the muzzle of the gun against his head and fired.

She stood and turned towards the door, she knelt, there was an odd puddle near it, she put her fingers in it, it was still warm, she brought it up to her nose and smelt it.

She rose and grinned…"Coward."

She moved out the door and walked down an alley, she opened up another door. The sun shined down on her as she exited into some kind of market. She wrapped herself tightly in the coat and disappeared into the crowd.

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Chapter 5: Shalom, Tel Aviv
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Ziva sat with her knees bent in the corner of a room. She held something to her chest with her left hand, her right fingertips slowly circled the gun that lied on the floor next to her.

She laid the picture frame on her knees...Ziva sighed..."Tali, I miss you."...Revealing it to be a photo of Ziva and Tali.

Ziva looked around the room, she sat in her childhood house, in her room. She hadn't been there in close to 5 years.

She still remembered loving it there, loving her father, but now that love was hate.

It had taken her 2 hours to move 12 blocks, her father had 4-man sweeps of the area, the sun was finally going down. She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was sleep, but she couldn't, her job wasn't finished.

She grabbed her gun and got up, she opened her closet and took out a pair of pants, she tried them on and to her amazement, they still fit. She tossed the bloody jacket on the bed and took a shirt off a hanger.

She moved into the bathroom, looking at her face in the mirror, it was covered in blood. She turned on the faucet and splashed water in her face. She touched her left hand to her cheek, grunting the whole time. She lightly pulled on each tip, putting the bones back into place. She opened the medicine cabinet, finding nothing. She kneeled and looked in the cabinet under the sink. She grabbed a roll of duct taped and started to tape up her left hand, keeping her fingers together.

"Ziva?"

Ziva quickly turned and aimed the gun, her finger easing ever so slightly on the trigger. Ziva uncocked it and set it back on the bathroom sink.

"Shalom, Ahava."

She moved to Ziva, wrapping her arms around her..."Who?"

"Aba."

Ahava quickly turned her around..."Mah Atah O'mer?"

Ziva laid her head on Ahava's shoulder and started to cry.

"Shh, your father did this?"

Ziva nodded.

"I will take care of you, like I always have."...She lightly stroked her hair.

"He's looking for me."

"He never comes here, Ziva...no one does since Tali's death."

Ziva closed her eyes and sat on the edge of the tub.

Ahava moved to her, brushing her hair back behind her ears..."My son can help you."

"Ami?"

She nodded..."Lets get you cleaned up first, though."...Ahava moved to the sink, wetting a wash rag and moved back to Ziva cleaning her face. She softly starts to sing in Hebrew.

Ziva closes her eyes and listens, remembering her childhood...she sighs and starts to cry..."I...I'm pregnant."

Ahava raises Ziva's chin and kisses her lightly on the lips then hugs her.

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10 days later...

Ziva stood on top of a ship, off to her left was the Statue of Liberty. She breathed in, smelling the salt in the air. A phone rang and she took it out of her pocket...she flipped it open, "You have 1 new pic!"

Ziva opened it, her father stood over the body of Ahava, she had two bullet holes in her head...with the message: "I'm coming for you, Ziva."

Ziva slowly closed the phone, her eyes wet...she tossed the phone into the Atlantic.

"Shalom, Tel Aviv."

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Chapter 6: 12 Weeks

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It had been 12 weeks since Ziva last seen Tony, she cried for 2 hours straight that night, but she got to thinking, was that hormones kickin' in? She shook her head no walking along the platform in the subway, she bumped into a man.

"Oh, I'm sorry."...Ziva was wearing a heavy coat and ski cap.

The man smiled..."No harm."...Ziva kept moving through the crowd as they got off the train, bumping into them like a pinball, finally making her way onto the train.

She sat down and closed her eyes, the thought of killing her father entered her mine. She had one goal in life, protecting her baby. She knew killing her father was a key part of that solution.

The train stopped..."Chinatown."...Came over the PA.

Ziva rose and got off the bus, she moved through the crowd, bumping into more people before making it to the stairs, she moved up them quickly and out of the subway. She walked down the street and moved to a set of stairs, she walked up the stairs and opened the door above Akira's restaurant.

It was a tiny apartment, just big enough for a futon, a small table and a small TV. She moved to her bed and started to empty her pockets, she dropped wallet after wallet, about 20 in total, she then took off her coat and tossed it in the corner.

She moved to the bathroom, she took off her hat and hung it on the medicine cabinet, she splashed some water on her face and moved back and grabbed a notebook from her table and sat on her futon.

She opens the first wallet..."Stephen Hooper."...She took the cash out, counted it..."82 dollars."...She placed it on her lap, she took the credit cards and snapped them in half and threw them in the trash. She opened up her notebook and wrote his name and how much she took from him, she added his address.

Ziva hated stealing, but she promised herself she'd pay them all back, no matter what.

She opened the second wallet..."Royce Wales"...He was from Long Island.

"Long Island? Why does that sound familiar?"...A knock on the door broke her train of thought, she rose from her futon, taking the gun from the back of her pants and moved to the door, she slightly opened the curtain, she put her gun back in her waistband and opened the door, it was her landlord, Mrs. Wong.

"I brought food for you."

Ziva took the bowl of rice from Mrs. Wong..."Thank you."

Ziva placed the bowl of rice down..."Do you want to come in?"

"No, no...eat, eat."...She moved down the stairs quickly.

Ziva closed the door and grabbed the bowl of rice and moved back to her futon, she sat and ate.

Later that day, Ziva had finished going through the wallets, they sat in a bag on her table.

She put on her coat, she placed all her money in her pants pocket and moved out the door, carrying the bag of wallets.

She moved down the stairs and walked into the subway, she moved into one of the trains and sat down..."Hey, you know how to get to Long Island?"

A man turned around..."Yeah, go to the Grand Central Terminal, look for the Long Island Rail Road."

"That easy, yes?"

The man nodded.

"Thanks."...Ziva stood, grabbing the bar as the subway stopped...she got off and walked across the platform and up the stairs, she walked by a dumpster and tossed the bag inside.

Ziva walked into a woman's clinic and moved to the counter..."I have an appointment."

"Name?"

"Splendor Anthony."

The woman checked her chart..."Oh, you signed up for an ultrasound?"

Ziva nodded.

"Please, be seated."

Ziva sat and waited, she fell asleep before the nurse woke her by shaking her shoulder...Ziva awoke grabbing her wrist and pulled up on it.

"It's ok."

Ziva looked up and quickly let go..."I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I didn't mean to frighten you...the doctor will see you now."

Ziva stood and moved behind the counter, following the nurse into a room.

"Please take off your coat and the doctor will be right in."

Ziva took off her coat and sat on the table...she covered her eyes with her hands, the squeaky of the machine rolling into the room made her drop her hands and look.

The nurse laughed..."It needs oiled, I think."

The doctor walked in holding a chart..."Miss Anthony?"

"Yes?"

"Just an ultrasound?"

"Yes."

"How far along are you?"

"12 weeks."

The doctor smiles, pulling up on Ziva's shirt..."Ok, this might be a little cold."...She shook a bottle and squirted some gel onto her stomach...she took the arm of the machine and ran it over Ziva's stomach.

She held the head of the stethoscope to her stomach..."Would you like to hear your baby's heart beat?"

"Really?"

The doctor nodded, handing her the earpieces...Ziva grabbed them and put them in her ears..."Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump."...Ziva started to cry.

"Aww, honey...it's okay."...She smiled at her, handing her a tissue.

Ziva wiped away her tears..."Can you tell me the sex?"

"Well, no...not for another 4-6 weeks, on your next ultrasound, we'll know, ok?"

Ziva nodded.

"Is the father around?"

Tears started to form in her eyes again..."No."

"I'm sorry."...She paused..."I'm gonna give you some special vitamins to keep you and your baby healthy, ok?"...She leaves the room as Ziva gets off the table and puts her coat back on.

The doctor walked back into the room carrying a bag..."Here you go, I also printed out a list of things you shouldn't take."

Ziva took the bag..."Thank you."

"My pleasure and make sure you sign up for the next ultrasound at 24 weeks, ok?"

"Okay."

The doctor moved in and hugged her and pulled away..."Sorry, it looked like you needed it."

"Thank you."...Ziva looked at her name tag..."Dr. Saunders."

"Call me Samantha."

Ziva nodded and left.

Dr. Saunders ran outside..."Hey."

Ziva stopped and turned around..."Yes?"

"I forgot to give you this."...She handed Ziva a photo of her baby from the ultrasound.

Ziva took it and looked at it..."I'm gonna cry again."

Samantha smiled..."Hang in there, you're gonna be fine. I have faith in ya."

Ziva moved in and hugged her..."Thank you...for everything."

Ziva pulled away, turned and walked away.

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"Chinatown."...Ziva rose and stepped off the train, she moved up the stairs and stopped, she quickly hid in the shadows, a man in a dark suit came walking down her stairs from her apartment. He stood talking to Mrs. Wong. Ziva quickly retreated back to the subway.

She ducked back on the train and sat down...she sighed..."Now what?"

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Chapter 7: Like Father, Like Son?
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Ziva stood outside a gas station, she picked up the phone book that was hanging from the telephone. She opened it and started to look through it.

"112 Heartcrest...112 Heartcrest...112 Heartcrest."...She repeated to herself.

She walked into the gas station, moving to the back pouring herself a cup of coffee, she started to pour, then stopped..."The baby."...She dumped the coffee back into the pot and moved to the refrigerated door and took out a bottle of water...she brought it up to the cashier, a younger man with dark wet-looking hair, and sat it down.

"That'll be a dollar."

Ziva took out a dollar and handed to the man..."How far is it to Heartcrest Drive?"

"Not far, three streets over to the east."

"Thanks."...She picked up her bottle of water and left through the door.

She arrived at Heartcrest, it was a gated community...she walked up to the gate, she pressed her face against the bar. She shook it and it didn't move.

She backed up and looked at the top of the gate...she looked down at her stomach..."I could make it."...Just then the gate started to open, she moved quickly to the bushes to the left of the gate as a car passed through, the car turned and started to accelerate away as Ziva moved quickly through the gate before it closed.

She arrived at 112 Heartcrest and walked up the driveway, it must've been at least 200 feet long...she stood and looked at the front of the house...she walked up to the front door and knocked.

A man opened the door holding a glass, Ziva stood there in utter shock.

"Have I help you?"...He brought his glass to his mouth and finished his drink.

"Umm, I'm a friend of your sons."

"Who?"

"Your son, Tony."

"I don't have a son."

"You look just like him."

"What did he do now?"

"Nothing, really."

"Did he finally knock someone up?"

"Umm, he has a daughter, Mr. DiNozzo."

"He does?"

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"I guess not."...He brought his glass back up..."God, I hate when that happens."...He moved back into his house..."Come in, come in, I'm not heating the entire neighborhood, ya know?"

Ziva just stood there..."I shouldn't be here."

He came back with his glass full..."What's that?"...He took a drink.

Ziva stepped into the house, taking off her hat..."Nothing."

"Come on, I'll take you on the Anthony DiNozzo disappointment tour."

"Sir?"

Tony's father walked towards a door and opened it..."This is the trophy room."

Ziva moved towards it, it was filled with trophies and ribbons...she was genuinely shocked.

"How is this disappointing?"

"Look at it, you know."

"I do?"

"Look at it, he's a winner and he ends up being a fucking cop?"...He shook his head, finishing off another drink..."He's better than that."

"He's not a cop, he's a federal agent."

"He's a cop! He should be counting money, not twirling a gun on his stupid finger...he'll probably shoot himself in the foot, the numbskull."

Ziva moved to him, grabbing his hands..."He's not like that!"

"How would you know? I've been bailing him out of things since he was 3, he's a no good fool."

"How could you say such things about your son?"

He throws his glass against the wall, shattering it..."He's my only fucking child and he's a fucking pencil pushing cop? He's dead to me. DEAD!"

Ziva lowers her head..."You're a pathetic excuse for a man."

"What!?"

"You heard me...you're as bad as my father...your stupidity will never allow you to know the real Tony or your grandchildren...you are the one that's a fool."...Ziva turns and moves out the door.

"Get out!"

Ziva stops on the porch...she puts her hands on her stomach..."I promise you, your daddy is not like him."

Ziva took another step and tossed something behind her...his wallet hit the door and bounced off..."I'm not paying that back."

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Chapter 8: Miss David Goes to Washington
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Tony walked into Abby's lab, she stood at her computer...he sat a caf-pow next to her keyboard.

She turned to him..."I'm sorry, Tony."...She quickly hugs him.

"It's ok, Abs."

Tony's face dropped as he slowly turned and left.

Abby turns back towards her computer and clicked a button...Ziva's face and fingerprints were on the screen, she had been running them for Tony for nearly 2 months straight, not a single fingerprint match or BOLO notice.

Abby sighed and moved to her back room and sat in her chair..."Where are you Ziva?"...She grabbed Bert and squeezed him, laying her head on his belly.

The door slid shut as Abby rested her eyes.

Moments later, a match popped up on the screen...seconds later it's erased with the letters top secret blinking on top of it until it disappears...the system once again starts to search endlessly.

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Roselyn Sanchez walked into the CIA Director's office..."Director, we have matched her fingerprints, she was in Chinatown, NYC."

"You've got her?"

"Negative, she somehow slipped through our sweeps."

"How is that possible?"

"Sir, it's what she does."

He took of his glasses..."Double the man power."

"Right away, Sir."...She turns and walks out.

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Ziva sat in the back of a bus...she stares at the photo of her ultrasound, moving it around...viewing it from every angle.

A little boy came up to her..."What's that?"...He touched the top of the photo with his finger.

"It's a photo, would like to see?"...Ziva turned it around.

"What's that? Looks like burnt pudding. Yuck!"

Ziva chuckled..."How old are you?"

"5 and a half."

She smiled at him.

"Tony, quit bothering the nice lady."

He turned to see his mother, then looked back at Ziva..."Sorry."

He quickly ran to his mother.

"Tony?"...She closed her eyes and pressed the photo against her chest..."You're an emotional wreck, Ziva. Stop crying."...She starts to cry..."Oh, jeez."

She turned her head and looked out the window..."Welcome to Virginia."...She whispered to herself, reading the sign..."Virginia Is For Lovers."

She pulled her ski cap over her eyes..."Someone shoot me."

The bus stopped, Ziva awoke, she pulled up the cap and looked around, trying to focus for a couple minutes.

"Miss?"...A woman spoke.

Ziva leaned her head into the aisle..."Yes?"

A short pudgy older white female with a gray hair stood next to the driver's seat..."Washington, D.C...you're the last on the bus."

Ziva grabbed her bags and walked down the aisle..."They're checking IDs, so have them ready."

"IDs?"

"Yeah, I don't know why."

"Oh."

"What, you don't have one or something?"

The woman walked towards her..."Are you ok? Has someone hurt you?"

"Please back up."

"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything by it."

Ziva shied away from her..."Are you on the run from someone who abused you? If so, I know someone who can help you."

"Abused?"...Ziva thought for a second..."Yes, my ex-boyfriend, I'm pregnant."...She took out her ultrasound photo..."He's gonna kill me and my baby, please help me protect my baby!"

"Can you go to the police?"

Ziva started to cry..."He is the police."

"Aww, come on...lets get you out of her, put on this jacket, it's mine...they're think you're the driver."...The woman took off her jacket and held it out to Ziva.

"Really?"

The woman smiled..."Just leave at a desk, say you found it, ok?"

"Thank you."

"It's ok...just protect that baby."

Ziva took the jacket and put it on and walked off the bus...she walked up to 2 men in suits and they just waved her on bye.

Ziva walked through the terminal, moving into a bathroom...she takes off the jacket and moves back out, she heads for the front desk and lays it on the desk..."I found this in the bathroom."...She leaves through the front doors and disappeared into the crowds walking bye.

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Chapter 9: Sleeping With the Enemy

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Ziva walked across Tony's living room floor, it was completely empty, the clicking of her boots on the hardwood floors echoed through out the house. She stopped and dropped her bag.

She look down at her closed fist, she opened it to reveal a key, she turned her hand and the key fell to the floor and bounced numerous times before finally coming to a rest.

She sighed and dropped to her knees…she closed her eyes and memories started popping up in her head, the good, the bad and the ugly…she fell to the floor and curled up into a ball…"Where are you?"

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Roselyn Sanchez walked into the CIA's Director's office.

He looks up…"Please tell me you have some good news."

"She's pregnant."

He takes off his glasses and rubs his nose where his glasses sit…"Let me get this straight, she's pregnant and has eluded the world's greatest intelligence agency for nearly three months now?"

"I…I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sanchez."…He sighs…"Do we know the father?"

"Umm..."…She opens her files and starts to look.

He clicks a button on his phone…"Get me, Kobb."

Sanchez lowers her head…"DiNozzo, Anthony DiNozzo. He's a federal agent, Sir."

"I'm sorry, Rose."

"Ken, please."

The door opens, a man walks in…"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"Agent Kobb, I need you expertise."

"Sir?"

"Show him, Agent Sanchez."

She hands him the open folder…a photo of Ziva and Tony is shown.

"Which is the target, Sir?"

"The woman."

"And the man?"

"She's pregnant, he's the father."

"Understood, Sir."

"Kobb."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Quietly, please."

"Extreme force?"

"If need be."

"Sir?"

"It's for the best, Agent Sanchez."

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Ziva sat with her back to the wall in the shower, she ran her hand over the scalp of her recently buzzed head, all of her hair was gone. Water reigned down, her knees to her chest, she lowered her head…"Are you with…her?"…Ziva kicked the wall; tiles fell, smashing as they hit the shower floor…"Kalba!"

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Ziva drove by Kate's house; Tony's car was in the driveway…she punched the ceiling. She turned into the alley and turned around, she drove around the block and parked down the street.

Tony stepped out of the house and they hugged.

"I'm gonna kill her!"…Ziva started to open the door, but stopped herself…she grabbed the screwdriver from the ignition…"Calm, calm, calm."…Ziva started to breath in and out very slowly…Kate kissed Tony on lips quickly and he turned and moved to his car…"Oh, I'm definitely killing her."

Ziva started to open the door when Tony pulled away, a car pulled out right after he left and started following him.

Ziva turned her head looking at Kate, she quickly closed the door, she slid the screwdriver back into the ignition and started the car and quickly started to follow them.

Tony stopped at the convenience store and ran inside, the man in the car parked and stayed in the car…Ziva parked across the street and watched them both.

Tony ran out moments later with a gallon of milk, Ziva sighed…"What do you expect? You left him, you stupid, stupid girl."…She slammed her right palm into the steering wheel several times before Tony pulled away.

The man in the car quickly started his car and started to follow him…Ziva quickly ducked as Tony drove by.

The man drove by and Ziva lifted her head…"Who the hell is following you? Is it because of me?"

Later that night…Ziva drove back up in front of Kate's house; Tony's car was still there.

She scratched the top of her head…"Why? She treated you like shit! Was there no one better?"…She lowers her head until her forehead is touching the steering wheel; she bangs her head three times against it…"Tembel! Tembel! Tembel!"

Four hours pass and Tony was still there…Ziva started to cry…"God, not again."…She lowered her head…"I hate you, Kate. I can't believe you're fucking her again, Tony!"…She opens her door and gets out, she takes a step towards Kate's house and suddenly stops, she remembered the man who was following Tony, she moved back to the car and made her way behind it.

She took off her coat and opened up the top buttons on her shirt, showing some cleavage…she reached into the passenger side window grabbing something from the glove box. She moved towards the man's car, she opens the passenger side door and gets in, she shines a light in his face. "You lookin' for a date, Papi?"

"Who the hell are you?"…Ziva reaches over and rubs his thigh.

"Hey, what are you doing!?"

"Come on, you don't like what you see? You can have all this for 50 bucks, just 50 bucks, Papi."

Ziva continues to shine the light in his eye, she reaches into his jacket and starts rubbing his chest…"I don't bite, Papi."

"Get out, you fucking whore!"

"Fuck you, pendejo…probably a puto…can't get it up!"…Ziva opens the door and gets out, she slams the door.

Ziva walks back towards her car, but takes a left and walks down an alley, she leans against a wall and takes out something and shines the light on it…"Agent Thomas Kobb, Central Intelligence Agency."…She read, looking at his ID.

"17 bucks?"…She shook her head as looked through the rest of his wallet. She quickly tucked the money into her bra…"Couldn't afford me anyway. Heh."…Ziva imitates Tony.

Ziva lowered her head…"God, I miss his laugh."

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Chapter 10: Help From An Old Friend
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Ziva put Agent Kobb's wallet into her pocket and took out her cell phone as she walked back to her car. She opened the door and got in.

Ziva held her cell phone firmly to her chest, she closed her eyes for moment then dropped her hand and dialed.

It rang twice before being picked up.

"Tony."

Ziva closed her eyes firmly, covering the mouth piece of the phone with her hand.

"Hello?"

Ziva lets out a deep sigh.

"Hello?"

Ziva slowly shuts her cell phone.

Ziva turned the key and drove off.

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The next day...

Mossad Officer Michel Bashan stepped out of his house carrying a briefcase, he moved quickly to his car, unlocking it. He tosses his briefcase in and gets inside. He grabs his seat belt and puts it on.

"You're getting careless, Michel."

He starts to turn around..."Ziva?"

"Don't turn around...drive!"

Bashan starts his car and backs up..."What are you doing here?"

"I need your help."

"Your father would kill me."...Bashan puts the car in drive and presses the accelerator.

"I have nowhere else to go."...Ziva starts to breakdown.

"Ziva? Are you crying?"

"Of course not!"...Ziva yelled as she cried.

Bashan stopped at a stop sign, he looked back...seeing Ziva's legs as she lied in the backseat.

"Are you hurt?"

"No...No, I'm...I'm pregnant."

Michel sighs..."DiNozzo? Aba?"

"Yes."

"Does he know? Have you told him?"

"No."

A car behind them honks, Michel hits the gas..."Why not?"

"You know why."..."Where is my father?"

"Tel-Aviv, he hasn't been back to America since the car explosion in front of the Embassy."

"Tov!"

"Mossad is still looking for you, Ziva."

"I know, so is the CIA."

"CIA? Why?"

Ziva smacks Bashan's shoulder with Kobb's wallet, he reaches back and takes it, he opens it up and looks at it..."Aww, I've heard of him."

"You have?"

"He's good at finding people who don't want to me found."..."Where did you get this?"

"I have my ways, Michel."

"Did you kill him?"

"Not yet."

"Ziva!"

"I said not yet!"

"Ziva..."...Sounding disappointed.

"I need a place to stay."

He sighs.

"Please, Michel."

"I'll see what I can do, where can I contact you?"...He stops the car at a red-light.

"You won't, I'll contact you."...The door opens and Ziva dashes away from the car.

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Michel stood outside a cabin in the middle of the woods, a woman stood next to him.

"Michel, who is this?"

"Where are you, Ziva?"

There was silence.

"Ziva?"...Bashan slowly turned around, looking in all directions..."Ziva?"

"Who is the woman?"

"You're midwife."

Ziva looked over the edge of the cabin, looking down at them..."My midwife?"

"Yes, she's going to help deliver the baby."

"Oh."

"What are you doing up there, you could hurt yourself!"

Silence once again...as they both stared up at the roof.

Ziva appeared behind them..."What are you looking at?"

Michel jumped a little, he quickly turns around..."Harah! I'm an old man, Ziva!"

"Mitzta'er"..."This is the place, yes?"

Bashan nodded..."This is Yesmina, she can be trusted, she delivered all of my children."

The woman drops in front of Ziva and puts her hand on Ziva's stomach, she slowly moves it in a circle..."Shelosha?"

Ziva looks down at her.."Yes."

"She doesn't speak English, Ziva."

"Oh."...Ziva looks down at her..."Ken."

The woman smiles as she rises...she caresses Ziva's cheeks with her hand..."Ben."

Ziva looks at Michel..."She's never been wrong, Ziva."

Ziva closed her eyes..."I'm gonna have son?"...Ziva starts to cry and quickly moves to bush and bends over vomiting.

Yesmina walks over to her and rubs her back...he reaches into her pocket and pulls something out and offers it to her.

Ziva stands up wiping her face.

"She wants you to eat it, Ziva."

Ziva takes it and look at it..."Todah."

The woman nods, bringing her hand up to her mouth, pressing her fingers against her mouth.

Ziva places it into her mouth and eats it..."Tastes like a cracker."

Bashan laughs..."Because it is."

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Chapter 11: Pregnancy

"Ziva?"...Yesmina called out.

Ziva walked from the bathroom, wearing a sundress, her head covered in a colorful bandana, she's clearly starting to show. She rested her hands on her stomach..."Ech efshar la'azor lach?"...Ziva smiled.

Yesmina stood next to table...she pointed towards a plate of food.

Ziva moved over and sat down..."Todah."

"Al lo davar."

"Can you say it in English?"

Yesmina moved her mouth..."uhh, you...wel..come?"

Ziva reached over and grabbed her hand..."Tov!"...She smiled at her.

Ziva picked up a fork and started to eat as Yesmina sat down and started to knit, it was light blue, she had just started...it was about the side of a pot holder.

With each and every passing day it got larger and larger. By the time Ziva was 5 months pregnant, it was size of a large blanket.

Yesmina stood shaking it. She moved over to Ziva, who sat on a couch and covered her with it..."For son."

Ziva brought it to her nose and smelled it..."Thank you."

Yesmina leaned down and kissed Ziva's head..."You are welcome."

Ziva smiled..."Your English is getting better."...Ziva puts her hand on her stomach..."He kicked."...She smiled looking down at her stomach..."Playing feetball, yes?"

Yesmina nodded to her with a smile, she then turned and walked to the cast-iron stove, pouring herself a cup of tea, she moved back to her chair and started to knit once again.

Ziva watched on for days on end, Yesmina would take care of her, hold her when she cried and constantly knit. By the 6th month, she had knitted a blanket and a scarf for Ziva and now was working on something else.

"You spoil me, Yesmina."...She moved over to her, taking her hands into hers...her hands were worn down, her fingers were skinny and covered in wrinkles. Ziva rubbed them for her, she brought them up to her mouth and kissed them.

"Layla tov."...Yesmina rose and kissed Ziva on the forehead, Ziva turned and moved to her bed and lied down.

Yesmina sat and continued on with her knitting as she watched over Ziva.

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7 months...

The shower was running, Ziva stood naked, one hand holding up her stomach, the other covering her breasts looking into a mirror, she turned back and forth looking at herself...she started to cry..."I'm...I'm fat."

She opened up the curtain and stepped into the shower. Water poured down her now growing back hair, she sighed, crying ..."What am I gonna do?"

She knelt down and sat in the tub, letting the water run over her, she continued to sob..."What do I know about being a mother? I'm a killer, not a live giver!"...Ziva punched the shower curtain, water started to pour outside of the tub.

Ziva just sat there, her face in her hands sobbing uncontrollably.

The door opened, Yesmina opened the curtain..."Ziva."...With compassion in her voice.

Ziva quickly closes it..."Leave me alone...Azov Oti!"

Yesmina kneels opening the curtain...Yesmina reaches in and caresses Ziva's cheeks, then slaps her really hard on her left cheek..."Stop be child!"

Ziva looks at her shocked, she moved her hand to cheek and held it.

Yesmina grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it between her hands...she sets it down and moves her hands to Ziva's hair and starts to suds up her hair.

Ziva leaned towards Yesmina..."I-I'm sorry...Ani mitzta'eret."

"Aww."...Yesmina pulled Ziva's head to her shoulder held it there, she lightly stroked her head.

Yesmina softly started to sing in Hebrew.

Ziva closed her eyes and quietly shed more tears.

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"Ziva!"...Yesmina laughed.

Ziva walked out of the bathroom..."I can hardly fit through the bathroom door now. Jeez."...She laughed.

Yesmina pointed to the corner, her bed was covered in many pillows.

"What's this?"

"Birth."

"Now?"

"No."...She laughed..."When."

Ziva chuckled..."I was gonna say."...She placed her hands on her stomach and looked down..."I still have a month to go, yes?"

"Ziva."...Yesmina held up some cloth.

"What's that?"

"For son."

"A piece of cloth?"...Ziva waddled slowly over to her..."I feel like a cow."

"But move like a penguin."

Ziva looked up..."Michel!"

"Shalom."...He walked in..."How are you?"

"Very pregnant."

He laughs.

"How are things in the city?"

"Your father is back in America."

"What!?"

"Shhh, calm, Ziva."

"Were you followed!?"

"Shhh, sit, sit...everything is fine, A-Ok, okay?"

Ziva sat on the bed.

"I brought you something."...Bashan handed Ziva a bag and she looked inside.

"Ishti...she baked for you."

Ziva breathed in..."That should last 5 minutes. Heh heh."

Bashan sat next to her..."DiNozzo has been looking for you. Israel denied him to permission to travel there."

Ziva turned away..."He's moved on."

"Oh?"

Ziva lowered her head..."It's for the best, Michel."

Bashan put his arm around Ziva..."Lets eat, huh?"

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A younger man, with a full beard and mustache stands holding a pair of binoculars...he lifts them to his face and focuses in...Ziva and Bashan come into view.

He lowers them, taking out a satellite phone, he dials and brings it up to his face..."David, Bevakasha."

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Chapter 12: Labor Pains
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Bashan reached into the bag and pulled out a box, he opened it.

Ziva closed her eyes and breathed in..."Rugelach?"...She opened her eyes and smiled, taking the pastry from the box. She took a bite of it..."You will thank your wife for me, yes?"...She quickly took another bite.

Bashan nodded.

"Toda."...As she grabbed another pastry.

"Hungry?"

Ziva grinned..."Eating for two, Michel."

He smiled.

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"Report, Officer Eschel."

"You were right, Director...Bashan led me right to her."

"Good."

"Orders?"

"Bring her home, no witnesses."

Eschel hangs up and moves to his car, he takes a silver briefcase out of the front seat and sits it on the hood of the car, he opens it; taking out a 9mm Desert Eagle. He quickly digs a silencer out of its compartment and screws it to the end of barrel. He slams a clip in and pulls back on the slide.

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Ziva laughs..."Mandelbread, too?"...She shook her head.

She took a bite as Michel stood from the bed.

"You're leaving? You just got here."

"Sorry, Ziva...I will be missed."

Ziva sighed..."I understand."

Bashan moved to the door and opened it...Bashan stopped, the sound of 3-4 quick pops were heard.

Ziva knew that sound very fondly..."Get down!"...She yelled.

Bashan turned, dropping to his knees, he fell forward against the door...blocking the only door out.

Yesmina moved across the cabin, heading for the bathroom.

"Yesmina!"...Ziva slid her hand under her pillow grabbing her gun.

Ziva back at Bashan, he wasn't moving..."Michel!?"

He didn't respond.

"Michel!"

Ziva fired once out the front door as she moved to Bashan and pulled him inside, slamming the door.

Eschel jumped through the window tackling Ziva, Ziva dropped her gun as glass went everywhere. Ziva landed on her bed.

She looked up..."Namir?"

He stood, looking down at her..."Shalom, Ziva."...He smiled..."With child, I see."

"What do you want?"

"Your father wants you, Ziva."

Ziva looked at Michel...he slowly turned his head towards Ziva, blood ran down his chin...Eschel fired, striking him in the head.

"MICHEL!"

Ziva kicked forward, knocking the gun from Eschel's hand.

He looked at her and grinned..."Joking?"

Ziva moved to her feet and he laughed.

Ziva held out her fists.

"Ziva...stop."

She quickly strikes him in the face, his lip begins to bleed.

He wipes his lip, he looks at his fingers and sees blood..."Kalba!"

Ziva swings and he dodges it, he grabs her arm and tosses her against the wall, then lands on the bed...Ziva lets out a moan.

He moves to her, grabbing her hair and pulls her off the bed, she lands on her stomach. She lets out a scream as he drags her towards the door, the bathroom door opens, Yesmina hits Eschel in the head with metal towel rack, he grabs her by the shirt and pushes her, knocking her back towards the bathtub, the door bounces back and closes, Eschel takes out his gun and fired 5 times into the door.

Eschel turns and looks back at Ziva, she's on her knees holding her stomach...he moves to her, grabbing her by the hair.

Ziva uppercuts him in the groin.

He takes a few steps back and drops to one knee.

Ziva struggles to get to her feet as Eschel rises and moves back towards Ziva.

Ziva reaches for her gun, but Eschel kicks it out of the way then kicks Ziva in the stomach.

Ziva falls to her side, holding her stomach...she then rolls to her back as Eschel moves his feet so Ziva's head is between them.

"Does it hurt?"...He laughed.

"Stom ta jora!"

He aims his gun at her head...she's still holding her stomach.

"Hoos!"

He cocks the gun and fires, the bullet hits the floor about an inch away from her head..."The next one will be between your eyes, Ziva."

He puts away his gun and moves down to her legs, he kneels grabbing her around an ankle and pulls her towards the door.

She grabs the leg of the bed and holds on for dear life.

Eschel yanks on her leg, but she won't budge...he lets go of her leg and takes a step towards her when her water breaks, his foot slides making him falls backwards as the water rushes all over the floor.

Eschel sits up and met with a kick to the face, knocking him backwards.

"You fucking bitch!"...He does a nip up and jumps on top of her, placing his hands on her neck squeezing as hard as he can.

Ziva closes her eyes...Eschel's eyes are wide open, choking the life out of her, staring at her face.

The bathroom door opens, Eschel turns his head slightly and looks, loosening his grip.

He turns back around, Ziva's hand moves quickly to his throat, grabbing his Adam's apple; she digs her nails into it. Eschel starts to scream as Ziva rips Eschel's throat out, his screams disappear.

Namir Eschel brings both of his hands up to his throat, holding it tightly...Ziva grabs his gun from his shoulder holster; she places the muzzle of silencer under his chin and fires twice.

Blood and brain matter reigns down upon the floor as Ziva kicks Eschel off of her.

She drops the gun and lets out a scream, she turns to her side, holding her stomach.

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Chapter 13: Birth
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Ziva lied on the floor, she moaned bringing her legs up, going into a fetal position.

A sharp pain hit her stomach and she screamed, she grabbed her stomach and held it tightly.

A hand touched her hand and she quickly grabbed the gun and aimed it.

"Ziva."...Yesmina was on her knees in front of her. Ziva dropped the gun as Yesmina turn Ziva onto her back, she pushed her legs apart and placed her hand on her stomach.

Ziva let out a grunt as Yesmina moved to stove and took a teapot off the stovetop and grabbed her bag and moved back, she set the teapot down next to Ziva and pushed her knees up, along with her dress.

Ziva grabbed her hand, it was burned, Ziva opened her eyes wide, then let out another scream, moving her hands back to her stomach.

Yesmina opened her bag, taking out some towels, she poured water on them and placed them behind Ziva, on her lower back.

Yesmina put her hand on Ziva's forehead lightly stroking it..."Shhh."

Ziva looked at her..."I'm gonna kill him!"

"Shhh."...She grabbed Ziva's hand and held it tightly. He pulled her bag to her and took out a bottle water, she poured some of it on Ziva's head.

Ziva's head fell back, she started to scream, tears started to flow..."Help...me."...She screamed again as Yesmina moved back between her legs and examined her.

Yesmina looked up at her..."Time."

Ziva leaned up..."Time!?"

"PUSH!"

Ziva grunted and, grinning her teeth...she tore down below and she let out a scream..."Is...something...w-w-wrong?"...She breathed hard, barely getting it out.

"PUSH!"

Ziva grunt and squeezed as Yesmina grabbed the baby by the shoulders and pulled, he slid out. Yesmina quickly scooped his mouth with her finger, she held him by his legs and held him upside down and gave him a quick slap on the back, he starts to cry. She grabbed something from her bag, she cleaned him off and tied a string around the umbilical cord.

Ziva dropped her knees, seeing her son for the first time. He held her hands out as Yesmina handed him to her, she smiled as tears rolled down her face, he was so tiny, she cradled him in her arms bringing him to her chest.

Yesmina quickly placed the cloth over him, tucking it between him and Ziva's hands.

Ziva placed her right hand on his head stroking his tiny hair-covered head, continuing to cry..."You look like your daddy."...She closed her eyes and moved her mouth to his head and kissed him..."Shalom, Anthony."

A few minutes pass...

"Yesmina?"

Ziva leaned up, Yesmina was on her knees, her head down..."Praying?"

Ziva reached out with her right hand placing it on Yesmina's shoulder, she shook it.

Yesmina didn't move.

"Yesmina?"...Ziva held her baby tightly to her chest as she moved forward, lifting Yesmina's chin.

"No."...Ziva shook her head..."No."

Ziva moved to her knees and wrapped one arm around her and hugged her..."Please, God...no."

She fell back, her hand was covered in blood..."NOOOOOO!"...She picked up the gun and empty the clip into Eschel's body, she continued to squeeze the trigger until Tony giggled, she looked down at him...she closed her eyes..."I'm sorry...I will not be a good mother, I am simply a killer."...She started to sob uncontrollably.

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Ziva stood outside the cabin, a gas can sat at her feet. She cradled Tony in her leg arm...she held a zippo lighter in her right hand, she flicked it and a flame emerged, she tossed the lighter towards the cabin, the gas ignited. She kicked the can into the cabin and it started to engulf in flames.

"Shalom."

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Chapter 14: Hide and Seek
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4 months later...

A woman walks down a street in an Muslim community wearing a blue burqa, she stops and talks in Arabic to a woman.

The woman points..."Imshy ala tool, thumma 'arrij yaminan."

She nods and moves along her way.

She enters a store and moves through it, she uncovers her hands only for a moment picking up items as she walked down aisles. She moves to cashier, placing her basket on the counter.

"Sitta."

She takes out 6 dollars and places it on the counter.

"Shokran."

The woman remains silent as the cashier bags up her items and hands her the bag.

She grabs it and moves it under her burqa and moves out of the store. She walks the same way she came from and turns into a small alley, she moves up a flight of stairs and unlocks a door and goes inside.

She shuts the door and moves to the kitchen, she sits the bag next to a baby seat on the kitchen table...she exposes her hand and moves it to her head and pulls at her burqa.

Ziva stood by the kitchen table, cradling Tony in her left arm. She gentle put Tony into his baby seat and rolls her neck, popping it. She was wearing a pair of brown cargo pants and blue vest, her hair in a French braid.

She pulls her gun from the back of her pants, placing it on the table.

She sat in the chair next to Tony as he sucked quietly on a pacifier. Ziva smiled at him, wiggling his foot.

She grabbed the bag and took out a bottle of water, she opened it and took a drink.

She slowly started to unbutton her vest..."Are you hungry?"...she opened her shirt, exposing one of her breasts. She picked up Tony, taking the pacifier out and offered him her nipple, he clamped on.

"Ooh."...She laughed..."Your father had a bad happened of doing that, too."...She smirked as she slowly rubbed his head with her fingertips.

There was a knock at the door...Ziva was silent.

Again, another knock at the door.

"Hal beemkani mosa'adatuk?"...Ziva spoke in Arabic.

"I don't speak Arabic."

Ziva was silent.

"Do you speak English?"

"Laa."

"She said no."...A woman spoke.

Ziva recognized this woman's voice...she spent two years with her in Mossad training. She sighed as she pulled Tony away from her breast. She placed his pacifier back into his mouth and sat him back into his chair. She moved to the door, gun in hand.

"It's about time you showed up, where were you?"

"Asking questions, but it's hard...especially in this neighborhood."

"Matha?"...Ziva said.

"What did she say?"

"What."

"What?"

"Yes, she said what."

Ziva looked through the peephole..."Police?"

Ziva held the gun against the door..."No."...The man answered.

"Hey, what are you doing there?"...They turned around and looked down, Agent Kobb stood at the bottom of the stairs.

Ziva moved quickly to the kitchen..."CIA, too? How did they find me?"...She grabbed Tony and moved back into the bedroom, she opened up the closet door and sat him inside, she knelt kissing her hand, she pressed it against his head, then closed the door.

She moved back into the kitchen, grabbing the burqa, putting it back on as she moved towards the front door...an argument between the two Mossad agents and the CIA agent had broken out.

"Our soil, our bust!"

"She is Israeli, we take care of our own."

"She was CIA."

The woman laughed..."She would not lower herself to your standards."

Ziva opened the door...the Mossad woman turned towards her..."Sabah el kheer."

Ziva was silent, she had her gun pointed at them under her burqa.

The CIA guy pushed his way to the door..."Have...you...seen...this...woman?"...He held up a photo of Ziva.

The Mossad woman laughed..."She's Arabic, not stupid."

"Yajebu an athhaba al aan!"...Ziva raised her voice.

"Ayn?"

Ziva moved back to her kitchen.

"Same info?"

"What?"

"The phone calls to Michel Bashan's residence?"

Ziva lowered her head and quietly sighed as she moved back towards the bedroom.

"We don't discuss..."...The man stopped, he saw something glimmering in the kitchen..."Is that a Star of David necklace?"

"It's her!"…The man quickly stepped into the apartment drawing his weapon, the woman quickly follows.

Kobb walked in, but was stopped by the woman, she grabs his wrist..."This is Mossad business."

Kobb breaks away from her...she shoots him three times in the chest. He dies instantly.

The man looks at her…"Milka!"

"They said no witnesses…now, go!"

The man ran through the apartment, kicking in the doors…he got to the bedroom, the window was open, Ziva and her baby were gone.

"Harah!"…He moved back to the front door…"She's gone."

Milka knelt over Kobb, she was wiping down her weapon.

"What are you doing?"

"Killing two birds with one stone, Shia."

"What about her?"

"She's not going anywhere…she's still in Washington for a reason."

"Awww."…He had a perplexed look on his face.

She laid the gun down and looked up at him…"Trust me."

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Several hours later…

The Director of the CIA sat at his desk, he sat back in his chair, smoking a cigar. His phone buzzed.

"Sir, someone is here to see you."

"Who, Kathy?"

"Metro police, about a death, Sir."

"Send them in."

The door opens and two men in suits walk in…"I'm Detective Johnson and this is Detective Hodges, Metro Police."…They show their badges.

He shakes their hands…"How can I help you gentlemen?"

"The body of a Thomas Cobb was found today."

"What? Where!?"

"In the Muslim community, Sir."…He was shot 3 times in the chest, all of them pierced his heart, the murder weapon was found at the scene, we are running the prints now, plus we found this photo next to the body…he held up the photo of Ziva.

After several more questions, the detectives finally leave.

He picks up his phone…"Get me all handlers for agents within a 100 mile radius of Washington, D.C. right now."…He slams the phone down.

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Milka and Shia walk into the Israeli Embassy and use a keycard to move through a door. They walk down a long corridor until they come to 2 large wooden doors.

A woman sits at a desk…"Director David is waiting for both of you."

They push the doors open and walk in.

David leaning down, holding a putter…"News?"…He struck a ball towards a cup.

"We found her."

He looked up…"I don't see her."

"She got away."

He starts pounding his desk with the putter, swinging it like a mad man, finally throwing it against the wall.

"Sir, she's still in Washington for a reason, yes?"

Director David straightens his tie…"Go on."

"Anthony DiNozzo?"

David smiles…"Kill him. Kill everyone associated with him. Kill them all!"

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Ziva sat inside a car outside the Israeli Embassy…Milka and Shia came walking out, they got into their car and drove off. Ziva followed them.

They drove for 10 minutes until they arrived outside of NCIS.

"What are they doing here?"…Tony gurgled, Ziva adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at him in the back seat.

They sat there for nearly two hours.

Ziva looked down at her watch…"Six o'clock."

Tony stepped out of the building and walked towards his car, Kate was right behind, they went in separate directions…Ziva found this confusing, but quickly shook her head, Tony pulled out of the parking lot and they quickly followed him.

Ziva slammed her fist into the console, making Tony cry…she looked into the rearview mirror…"Shhh, mommy's sorry."…She turned and rocked his seat and cursed at herself in her mind…"Shhh."

Ziva followed them to outside DiNardo's restaurant, Tony parked and went inside. They pulled into the parking lot and parked near the back and waited.

Ziva pulled into the parking lot and drove down the aisle and stopped in front of their car. She extended her arm out the window and smiled, she gives them the middle finger and quickly drove off.

"Follow her!"…Milka yelled as Shia threw the car into drive and slammed on the gas.

They chased Ziva for nearly a mile before she pulled into a darkened warehouse. They slammed through a garage door, the car's headlights beamed light inside.

"Do you see her?"

"No!"

Two shots rang out, both of their headlights were now destroyed.

A dark echoing laugh came from inside…"Milka, afraid of the dark still, yes?"

"How does she know your name?"

"We went through Mossad training together."

"Can you take her?"

Milka paused…"Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe!?"

"Back the car up slowly."

Shia put the car in reverse and slowly started to back up…shots blast through the windshield, riddling it, hitting Shia in the shoulder. The car stops as Ziva runs and jumps, drop kicking the windshield into their faces.

Milka crawls out of the car as Ziva fires another round into Shia, striking him in the head.

"ZIVA!"…Ziva lied on the hood, her face and arm were bleeding. Milka went for her gun, but it was missing. She looked inside the car, it was lying on the seat. She moved to it. Ziva rolled back over the hood landing on her feet, she fired into the passenger seat as she moved towards Milka, she was kneeling, covering her head with her hands.

Ziva fired, but the slide went back, it was empty.

"Aww, too bad."…Milka stood, reaching for her gun.

Ziva kicked the door, smashing it into Milka. She fell, Ziva kicked the door again, catching Milka's head between the door and the body of the car, she kicked it again and again, smashing her head until she heard a crunch.

Ziva kicked the door once more for good measure. Milka's lifeless body fell to the ground.

Ziva moved back to her car, opening the back door, the overhead light came on, Tony giggled…she moved down and kissed the top of his head, she breathed in and out deeply…"I think it's time to meet your daddy."

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Seven men stood in the Director's office of CIA Director Kenneth Kennedy, he sat in his chair.

"I'm sure you've all heard about the death of Agent Kobb?"…He shakes his head, taking off his glasses..."His killer is a rogue CIA agent, Ziva David; you can pick up the dossier on her as you leave from Kathy. I want this woman dead, do whatever you have to, use whatever means possible, I don't care.. but I want her DEAD!"

"Sir?"

"GO!"

They leave the room, Kathy passes out a dossier to each of them.

"This trouble for one woman?"...A last man to leave asked.

"Kobb was his son-in-law."...Kathy replied.

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Chapter 15: The David Dossier

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Roselyn Sanchez sat looking at the dossier on her desk, the words "Top Secret" were spread across the cover, she leaned down and broke the seal with a pencil.

She opened the dossier..."The David Dossier."...it said in a bold large font.

She picked up her phone shaking her head..."I need a secure line."

She waited, she turned the page...it read like a diary of her actions over her lifetime...her years in the Israeli army, in Mossad, in NCIS and finally with the CIA.

She turned the page, there was a picture of Tony and his complete profile, including medical, physical and mental tests, etc.. It included a side note saying that he was the father of her child, if she had a child, in quotes it read..."Expendable."

"If she had a child?"...She lowered her head..."This is madness."

"Secure, ma'am."

Sanchez punched in a 10-number code..."Arch Angel, this is Mother."...She hung up…"Please get this."

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Ziva drove towards Kate's, a block from it, she got an uneasy feeling. She turned before getting to Kate's street.

She drove away from it, moving out of Washington, D.C.. She stopped at a rest stop and moved to a pay phone. She took the receiver off and dialed.

"Line is secure."

Ziva punched in a 10 number code and it rang.

"202-555-1000...Arch Angel, this is Mother."

Ziva hung up and dialed the number...it rang...

Roselyn Sanchez's phone rang and she picked it up..."Secure call from...'Arch Angel'."...Ziva's voice was heard.

She pressed a set of numbers and the call went through.

"Arch Angel, where are your whereabouts?"

"Why?"

"There is CIA hit squad after you."

"Why? For killing Mossad agents?"

"Mossad?"

"They went after...never mind."

"Did you kill Agent Kobb?"

"No."

"Did you kill Lt. Navy nurse."

Ziva interrupts her..."Absolutely not!"

"You have to come in."

"How can I, especially with this hit squad after me now!?"

"Then run, get as far away from Washington, D.C. as you can."

Ziva sighed..."I can't... not yet."...Ziva stared at her car.

"How is the baby?"

The question catches Ziva off guard...she was silent.

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy."...Ziva's voice started to break.

Ziva hung up the phone.

"Hello? Hello?"

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Tony arrives at Kate's, he gets out carrying a pizza.

Two men watch him from a car across the street.

"What are we doing here?"

"Watching a guy eat apparently."

"This is just stupid."

"Orders are orders, Jim."

"This is bullshit."

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Director Kennedy sat in his office, his phone buzzed.

"Director Kennedy, there's a woman claiming to be Ziva David on the phone."

"What?"

"Shall I put her through?"

"Are you tracing it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put it through."

He presses a button on his phone..."This is CIA Director Kennedy."

"Shut up and listen, I'm gonna say this once and only once...I did not kill anyone who didn't try to kill me and I certainly did NOT kill any CIA agents...if you want me, come and get me."

Ziva tosses her cell phone into the bushes and moved to her car, she takes out a bag and lifts it to her ear, it's ticking. She tosses it towards the bushes and gets in the car and drives off.

"Hello?"…He covers the phone with his hand…"The phone is still on, if she wants to die, let's not disappoint her. When you get the location, you send every man we have to her."

"Every man?"

"Everyone except Kindred and Carter…have them stick to DiNozzo."

"Yes, Sir."

A minute passes…

"We got her, Sir, she's at a rest stop 17 miles north of Washington, D.C., sending all available agents now."

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Ziva pulls up behind Kate's house, she cradles Tony in her arms and moves through a yard, she kneels against a wooden fence in the shadows.

Tony walks out of Kate's house, Ziva stands and starts towards him, but stops. She spots a car across the street; multiple cigarette butts are lying on the ground. She crouches and moves quickly, going around the back of Kate's house.

Kindred and Carter are still in their car. They watch as Tony moves to his car, placing Sophia in her car seat, he then drives off. The CIA agents follow him.

Ziva opens the back sliding door and moves in, she moves towards the front room, when Kate turns and moves towards the kitchen. Ziva sidles up against the wall and Kate walks right past her.

Ziva moves through the doorway, placing Tony in a chair. She rubs the top of his head, then quickly moves back towards the kitchen.