Chapter 2

"Trained you?" Gibbs furrowed his eyebrows, making sure his presence was known to his agent. Ziva turned towards Gibbs looking up into his face, keeping inside his personal bubble.

"Yes, trained me, for Mossad." Ziva 's mouth created a thin line as memories of her childhood started filtering through her mind.

"How long have you known her?" Gibbs breath was warm on her face, smelling lightly of coffee. Ziva took a small step back, turning her gaze to the picture, she grazed a finger over the women's cheek.

"My whole life." Ziva looked at the picture sadly before frowning. "What does that have to do with anything?" Gibbs pulled out a few more photos.

"What about these men?" Ziva accepted the pictures looking at them she furrowed her eyebrows in thought then handed them back to Gibbs. "I don't know." Ziva hoped her voice was steady enough. Gibbs put the pictures back in the folder then squared himself in front of Ziva staring down at her.

"Anything you want to tell me Ziva?"

Ziva backup slightly, but stared right back. "What is this about Gibbs?" Gibbs gritted his teeth, he could tell she was hiding, or protecting, something.

" How well do you know her Ziva?"

"I trust her with my life." Ziva looked away with a distant look she started to pace. What was his game?

"Like Ari?" Ziva stopped pacing glaring at the mention of her dead half brother. She approached Gibbs standing up straight lifting her heels slightly to make herself seem bigger than she was.

"No."

Gibbs nodded then stepped back giving Ziva some air. Ziva relaxed slightly, pacing again.

"You called her Akiva is that her real name?" Gibbs followed Ziva with his eyes gauging her reaction. Her face remained impassive her eyes trained at the floor.

"No, it is a nickname. Her real name is Akuziva Daveda." Ziva reached for the set of photos in Gibbs hand. Pulling out Akiva's picture.

"She has been charged with terrorism against the state of Israel and the United States." Gibbs leaned against the wall of the elevator giving Ziva more room, watching her face intently.

"That's not possible. " Ziva stopped pacing looking down at the picture intently.

"Enlighten me."

"She loves her countries. Both of them." Ziva sat down on the floor of the elevator. "She would never betray them."

"Mossad gave us the intel."

"She doesn't answer to Mossad. She answers to the President of Israel and no one else. She was trained by Mossad but she was never used by Mossad for mission work."

Gibbs nodded his head flipping the elevator back on.

"Gibbs."

"Ziva."

"You want me to find her don't you?"

Gibbs smirked to himself looking back at Ziva. "Oh, yeah." Gibbs sauntered out of the elevator heading to the bullpen. Ziva pulled herself up and followed Gibbs out.

"McGee put these pictures on the screen." Gibbs tossed a file towards the agent who quickly scrambled to get the file pulled up on the plasma. Tony stood looking at the file.

"New case boss?"

"Undercover mission DiNozzo." Tony looked at the picture of a beautiful brown haired, brown eyed woman. He looked over at Ziva then back at the picture. He did this a couple of times.

"Ziva did you ever wear an eyepatch?"

"No Tony." Ziva was quickly typing on her computer pulling up her email.

"But this looks just like you." Tony turned his head to the side examining the picture closer. The woman had the same beautiful wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes, or eye from what he could see. The same widows peek, her nose and mouth even though it was in a deep frown looked identical to Ziva's. There was even a star of david around her neck. Infact… "Hey McGee blow up that necklace." McGee nodded and did as asked.

"Hey isn't that your necklace?"

Ziva looked up from her computer at the blown up picture, although it was fuzzy it was easily identifiable. "It was." Before Saleem ripped it off my neck.

"Are you sure-" Smack, "Thank you boss!" Tony rubbed the back of his head wincing slightly.

"Her name is Akuziva Daveda. She is wanted for terrorism against the U.S. and Israel. Her current location is unknown. Our job is to find her and her group." McGee unzoomed the picture and produced five more pictures of men of various races.

"McGee can you do a facial recognition on these men?"

"Sure. What database?"

"All of them."

"Boss that could take hours."

"Do it McGee!" Jumping slightly McGee emailed the photos to Abby asking for a full database search on the mystery men.

"There is no need Gibbs." Ziva stood up from her computer, making her way to the plasma. She pulled an email off the printer and handed it to Gibbs. He squinted before putting on his glasses. " I know all these men." Tony took a step back from his partner eyeing her up and down. Ziva rolled her eyes and pointed to the first picture. He was an African American man, cold dark eyes blank face with a large scar down the one cheek. "His name is Adeyemi Femiadyem, African native, his code name is The Fear." Ziva felt a shudder go through her body. She pointed to the next man, a man with stark grey hair a long beard, his face was creased with heavy wrinkles nearly covering his stark blue eyes. "His name is The End. I do not know his real name." Ziva looked at the next picture. The man had slicked dark black hair and wide eyes, with a small grin that said yea I'm crazy, and there is nothing you can do about it, his eyes were an awful grey color. "The Pain, also known as Havrol Sems he was Russian born but spent most of his time in the middle east." Ziva subconsciously rubbed a scar on her upper arm. Ziva's eyes flicked to the next two pictures and she frowned furrowing her eyebrows. "These men are dead." She turned around to Gibbs. Gibbs raised his eyebrows, " I killed them myself." Ziva felt a chill roll through her body. Gibbs shadowed her back looking over her shoulder at the two men. He looked back at Ziva handing her the email back.

"You know I can't read this." Gibbs grumbled. Ziva took the email from him and mentally smacked herself. Of course he couldn't it was written in three different languages.

"I'll do it boss." Tony snatched the letter from Ziva, grinning before his face went blank. Ziva raised an eyebrow at him then crossed her arms leaning back slightly her shoulder brushing Gibbs chest lightly. Tony instantly new he made a mistake, he turn the paper sideways and upside down scrunching up his face. "What language is this?"

"Actually Tony it's three different languages." Ziva snatched the email back. Gibbs looked over her shoulder at the email noting the email address. He gently pulled the email from Ziva handing it to McGee.

"Can you trace that email?" McGee looked at the email header and started typing. Tony put his hands on his hips looking from his Boss to Ziva. Was it him, or was he acting a little over protective of their favorite ninja?

All eyes were on McGee as he typed away. "Well, the account is under a public domain so I can't trace it back to a specific company, but I can tell the last location and time the account was accessed." McGee typed a few more things into the computer before it beeped, he grinned looking up at his boss. "Got an address."

End Chapter 2