Apparently my last chapter was laden with grammer mistakes, let me know if this one is better. Hope you enjoy it.

So my internet keeps going haywire, not sure when I can next update. It will hopefully be Wednesday but if not it will be as soon as I can get it up! =]

Chapter Eleven

Darren woke at almost ten to four the following morning. The first thing he did was glance across at Ziva, it took him a few minutes to realise her bed was empty, he quickly scanned all the other beds before slipping out of the room leaving his daughter sleeping. He looked up and down the empty corridor before making his way towards the bullpen; he saw Gibbs sat at his desk; cup of coffee in one hand, the other desk bore two sleeping agents. Darren bypassed them completely making a beeline for Gibbs, who looked up when he saw him coming.

"Where is Ziva? Have you seen her?" Darren asked, swiftly. Gibbs blinked before answering.

"Not in bed I'm guessing? Tried the bathroom?"

"If she is not sleeping then she has left. I know her." Gibbs raised an eyebrow, he could admit this was odd for him, having somebody assume they knew Ziva David; after all she had long since been a mystery to most people in America. "Trust me Agent Gibbs, I watched her grow up, we had the same treatment from our father. I know exactly how she thinks because we think the same." Gibbs took this nodding.

"DiNozzo! McGee!" He yelled causing both agents to leap up from their desks; McGee banged his knee on the desk while DiNozzo slammed the back of his chair in to the shelves behind him causing them to wobble ominously. McGee, Gibbs and Darren all looked at him who shrugged apologetically. Gibbs told them to gear up throwing the keys to DiNozzo informing him to gas the truck. He walked off towards the back elevator. Gibbs told McGee to check all the rooms on this floor and then told him to watch out for Lissy, she would worry when she woke up. She was not to leave the building. McGee nodded before jogging off. Gibbs turned to Darren throwing him a spare cell phone.

"Call her." Darren did so, he held the phone up to his ear it rang numerous times before going on to voicemail, he informed Gibbs who said that meant her phone was turned on, she was just not answering. Gibbs walked around the corner to see McGee appearing in a doorway he told the computer whizz to locate Ziva's phone ASAP. McGee darted back in to the bullpen and set up the search while he searched the rooms. Gibbs was about to walk towards the back elevator when his phone rang. DiNozzo.

"Gibbs." He answered.

"She took the van boss, the van! Ziva took it." Gibbs grimaced.

"We'll take my car. I'll meet you at the entrance." Gibbs order was met by a hurried yes boss before the call was cut off. Gibbs instructed Darren to follow him to the front elevator. They got in and made their way down to the front. DiNozzo was stood waiting for them; Gibbs led them out into the open air around to the back parking lot. He made his way towards his car but stopped short, a man was standing there. He looked pretty sheepish and was holding a piece of paper in one hand. When he saw Gibbs he glanced repeatedly between his face and the paper.

"S-s-special Agent G-Gibbs?" He asked, moving away from the car, the group noticing a little boy in his other hand, the boy shuffled along, not able to walk that fast. Darren ran forwards and the little boy's face lit up when he saw somebody he knew. He pulled his hand out of the stranger's fist and raised his arms to his uncle.

"Dodd Darr-Darr." He yelled as his uncle raised him up in his arms, before backing away behind Gibbs and DiNozzo. Ben wrapped his arms around his uncle's neck as Gibbs advanced on the stranger. The man looked terrified before shakily holding out the sheets of paper.

"This guy gave them to me. He had been arguing with a woman in the park the one near to that cute little bistro? Pecking Park or something." The man rushed out. "The man told the woman to get in to this car, and she refused so these other men came out and were like surrounding her so she had no choice, then he handed me those pictures and that little boy and told me to find you. Said to come here and give you the boy, said you could find his family."

Gibbs relaxed slightly. He sensed the man was honestly terrified, and he had brought the boy back to them he chose to lead the man in to the building to question him as opposed to interrogate. Darren had already gone back inside, taking the young boy with him. Tony and Gibbs led the man inside, his name was Liam Morgan. They found out he had children and a wife at home and he worked as an accountant for America's largest bank. After getting as much information out of him as they could and McGee had run a full background check finding he had no ties to HAMAS they let him go, thanking him for his assistance.

Ziva had indeed agreed to meet with Elijah, she knew what he wanted. It had been obvious to say the least. Although she had long since forgotten about her teenage relationship with the boy who seemed determind to ruin her life. She was currently in the back of a van, not having any idea as to where she was going, the one thing Elijah's goons had done was frisk her although when they had gotten a bit too close to certain body parts Elijah had stopped them forcing them to completely miss one knife and her cell phone. She would have preferred them missing her gun and several knives, but a cell phone is quite useful. More so as it was switched on, Gibbs would sooner or later find her and kill Elijah. If he didn't she just hoped Ben would be found.

The van eventually stopped at a local small airport. The two henchman sat in the back with Ziva stood up and opened the doors; Elijah was stood at the entrance.

"Come my love, we begin our new life together."

"Where?" Ziva asked pointedly.

"Where ever you wish my darling." Ziva glared at him. His face fell and he nodded to one of the men flanking the van they stood inside and pulled Ziva out. She barely struggled; she didn't have a hope in hell of getting out of here unless she knocked the two guards out then took out Elijah. She had to plan this carefully.

"Toilet." She said. "I need to go to the bathroom." Elijah glared at her before requesting that the larger of the men accompanied her, he did so and as soon as they were out of sight and hearing range Ziva quickly silenced him. The trouble now was taking out the other one before she got herself shot. 'Shot?' she thought, searching the man for his gun. Semi-automatic, Jericho. She smiled before checking to see if it was loaded, it was. She turned and headed back around on to the air field where she could clearly see Elijah and the second henchman awaiting their return. Elijah spotted her first and noticed she was alone.

Ziva wasted not time, she shot thrice and the bodyguard hit the floor before he had even reached for his gun. Ziva walked towards Elijah training her gun on him, he had already managed to pull a gun out himself and the two were now squaring up to one another in the middle of a now deserted airfield.

"You can not kill me Elijah, or you would have done already. You know I do not love you, nor will I ever." She hissed he merely smirked.

"Oh you would have grown to love me Ziva, rekindling our romance from all those years ago-"

"Sixteen! It was sixteen years ago, you think I still think of you, you realise I have a son Elijah. You seriously think my mind ever wanders to you?" His smirk faltered before being plastered back in place as if it never left.

"You are not married, nor are you seeing anybody, you need somebody Ziva. You are never whole without your soul mate." The last words were like poison to Ziva's ears, she had her soul mate, he just couldn't see it. Nor would he ever as far as she was aware. Ziva focussed her gun higher, aiming between his eyes.

"You think you are my soul mate? You think I could kill my soul mate?" Elijah just smiled more. Ziva pulled the trigger and he fell with his ridiculous grin plastered on his face.

McGee had long since found the location of Ziva's cell phone, they had been following it for several miles before it stopped and they caught up with her. They crept closer and caught the end of Ziva's conversation with the man known only as Elijah. They heard him mention the words 'soul mate' and watched as Ziva spat out an angry retort before shooting him in the head. Ziva remained standing her gun trained on the spot where Elijah had fallen. Darren stood slowly and made himself known to Ziva before jogging forwards towards her.

Tony watched as the man advanced on Ziva, he attempted to embrace her again as he had done so often over the past few days. Ziva merely shrugged him off walking away towards where the rest of the team where approaching from the side of the building. Ziva walked straight up to Gibbs and looked him in the eye; he knew exactly what she was thinking and answered her question aloud.

"He is safe, Alyssa is currently entertaining him." Ziva let out a breath she was unaware she had been holding before taking a step sideways and leaning against the wall. Gibbs walked off towards the bodies McGee trailing behind like an obedient puppy. Tony watched Ziva as she shut her eyes and tilted her head back against the cold hard wall.

"You could have been killed you know?" He whispered, trying not to let his voice portray his worry.

"It would have been worth it, for Ben to live. I would die for him Tony, it was my mess he was dragged in to and the least I can do is giving my own life up in exchange for his; I brought him in to this world. He is my responsibility and I love him. He is all I have" 'of you.' She finished her sentence in her head, before walking over to the car to sit inside it waiting for Gibbs to return allowing her to see her son. To her annoyance he told DiNozzo to drive her back to headquarters, drop her off and then drive back. As they had only brought one car.

Back at headquarters Ziva hurriedly rushed over to her child embracing him tightly as the little boy did the same. Ben screamed for his mother the second she walked in to the room and toddled as fast as he could, (which was incredibly slow), before collapsing in to her arms. Tony watched this embrace and he felt an odd sensation in his heart. He wondered if it was guilt, he had gotten Ziva pregnant, abandoned her and then abandoned the child, allowing Ziva to give up her entire life, nearly literally just to see the boy alive. Happiness seemed to be beyond the picture; he guessed that growing up in a war torn country meant that she felt happiness was unimportant; surviving each day was the challenges that obstructed Ziva's childhood. While the ones in Tony's had been whether or not he wanted to date the sexy blonde, or the beautiful redhead.

Tony exited sharpish making his way back to the crime scene. He sighed realising he must face the truth eventually; he was the childs father. He could never abandon a child his own father had been a disapointment to him he would never forgive himself for being the same to his own child. He decided he had to swallow his pride and talk to Ziva, he knew he wanted more than being a father. He wanted the whole thing, he just didn't know how to get it.