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Love Like Crazy

Digidestend Angel

Chapter 11 – Faith and Sweat.

The Next Morning…

Timothy Gibbs sat on the couch next to the window, staring out it aimlessly. He knew that his brother had come into the living room and sat on the same couch as him, but paid no heed. At that moment, his brother was the last person he wanted to talk and look at. The night before, he found out his sister was kidnapped by the guy they trusted and met with everyday for months. What they were told was that all three of the kids were targeted by an old enemy of their dad's and he took Ziva, using Damon to get to her. McGee was angry with himself for not realizing Damon's unworthiness earlier, but knew there was nothing he could really do. He blamed his brother for fighting with her and making her run off.

Tony knew his younger brother blamed him for their sister's kidnapping. Tony didn't disagree. He knew that if he had just realized Jeanne was acting horrible towards his siblings, none of this would've happened and his sister would be safe. Now they didn't know if she was alive or healthy.

Theories went through his head like wildfire. Were they starving her? Beating her? Or worse…no! He couldn't think like that! Tony wanted to cry, but didn't let himself show weakness in front of his brother. Right now, he had to make things right, starting with McGee.

Tony cleared his throat, hoping to get McGee's attention, but it didn't, or he was ignoring him. Probably ignoring him. "McGeek!" He yelled, trying to joke around.

But McGee was in no mood for jokes. "I'm not a geek." He said with no emotion, still looking out the window.

Tony noted that McGee's eyes were moving back and forth, looking outside. It was like he was waiting for Ziva to walk up the steps to the front door. "Dad and mom are going to find Ziva, McGee." Tony tried to comfort him, but knew McGee wasn't going to take anything Tony had to say. "I'm sorry about-"

"Just shut up, Tony!" McGee finally snapped. "Just leave me alone!"

Tony gulped, but didn't move. "No, bro, I can't leave you alone. I want to help."

"The only way you can help is if you find a time machine to when you started acting like such an ass, so Ziva would never be in danger like this." McGee told him with venom.

Tony nodded, trying to comprehend his brother's anger. "Okay, I see why you are mad, and you have every right to be."

"Damn right I do."

"But Ziva wouldn't want us fighting like this."

"No, you're right. She would want me to punch your lights out." McGee said, turning his attention back to the window. "But I'll leave that to her when she gets back and don't you dare try to tell me she won't come home, because she will. She's strong." McGee's voice cracked.

Tony could hardly stand the way his brother was close to breaking down. It made him want to jump up and leave the room, but he knew that would be wrong. He had to stay. "I would never tell you that Ziva won't come back home."

McGee sighed, letting one, but only one tear fall. "I hate you for doing this to her."

"You make it sound like I'm the one who took her."

"You practically did, since you drove her away."

That hurt Tony, but he didn't disagree. He had to make things right and soon. There had to be something they could do. But what?

Wait!

"Abby!" Tony suddenly jumped up and scrambled out of the living room. "McGee, come on!"

McGee raised his eyebrows in shock, but immediately followed, just in case he thought of something that could help save their sister.

Tony and McGee ran to Abby's basement door and banged on it. "Abby!" They both yelled.

The door was opened and Abby blinked, wiping the tears away. "I'm so used to Ziva breaking the door down…what's up?"

"We need your help to find her!" Tony said, trying to catch his breath from all the excitement he just started.

Abby smiled and straightened up. "Whatever I can do to help find Ziva! Whatcha need?"

As Tony, McGee, and Abby put their heads together to figure out how to locate Ziva, Tony made a promise. To kill Damon and Eli David and save his sister.

As Gibbs and the team, along with Jenny and Vance, scrambled around the bullpen to work together to find Ziva and Eli's whereabouts, Gibbs' cell phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs?" He said, flipping through some papers in a file, but froze. "On our way." He whispered and then hung up. Everyone looked to him. "Gear up…we have a body."

Jenny put her hands to her mouth and cried.

Snap, snap, snap.

"Damon Worth." Marc said, showing his leader the school ID. "Is this him for sure?"

Gibbs leaned down and looked at the body's face. His blood went cold. "Yes, that's him." He whispered, but loud enough for Marc to hear. "Let's find his Mossad profile."

Marc nodded. "Got it." And walked away, pulling out his phone to call Kimberly.

Gibbs looked to Kate. "How's the search coming?"

Kate turned to him. "We haven't located another body, Gibbs."

Gibbs didn't feel relieved yet. "Okay." He heard a car come up and stop. "You're late, Dr. Mallard." He called, not bothering to turn to him.

Ducky came up, waiting for his grandson to bring a gurney. "Traffic, my boy. It is noon." He said. He took a good look at Gibbs and frowned. "Did you even sleep, Jethro?"

Gibbs looked to him. "Why should I sleep, Duck? I don't even know where my own kid is. A father like that doesn't deserve to sleep."

"She'll be alright. Ziva is quite the fighter." Ducky told him. "It was out of your hands."

"Her so-called best friend, who was just killed by his boss, is lying dead in front of me, Duck." Gibbs told him, looking down to Damon's body. "How is that alright?"

Ducky couldn't answer. He just gave Jethro a reassuring pat on the back and bent down to begin examining the body. A few minutes later, Ducky spoke. "I cannot be sure of the time of death, but safe to say, he was dragged here early this morning. Cause of death was slit of the throat and a broken jawbone, nose, and his teeth have been torn from his mouth. His skull has been beaten till it broke, so his brain is smashed. There's dirt on his face, so it looks like a heavy sort of boot was the real murder weapon, along with a big, sharp knife to create such a deep, but clean cut on his throat."

"Boss, Kimberly found Worth's information." Marc came up with his phone open.

Gibbs took the phone. "Who is this guy, Kim?"

"Damon Worth, for sure, Gibbs. He's actually seventeen years old and has been in Mossad since birth. His parents were murdered in a war. Eli took him under his wing when he was five and on the streets. He took the mission to help get Ziva to like him." Kimberly took a deep breath. "He obviously never lived in California and had been in Israel all his life. This is the first time he ever left home."

Gibbs sighed and hung up. He looked at Damon's beaten face and lifeless eyes. "Rest in peace, Damon."

Around 8pm…

The bullpen was almost quiet, except for the voices of people talking on the phone and typing sounds on keyboards. Jenny was helping Kate contact people for help locating Eli. Vance was using his resources to get a hold of Eli's contacts in Israel. Jethro was doing his own thing when his phone rang. His desk phone. Everyone went silent. Jethro swallowed, then answered, putting it on speaker. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Papa?"

Jethro's heart skipped a beat when he heard his daughter's weak voice through the speaker. "Ziva, are you alright?"

"Dad, he killed-" Then muffling sounds were heard.

"Jethro, long time, no talk." Eli David's voice came through the phone.

Jethro gripped his desk in anger. "If you've hurt my daughter-"

"As you saw in the picture, I've already done damage, Jethro." Eli chuckled. "I'll make a trade."

Jethro looked to Jenny, who looked to him in tears. "Talk."

"The alley way on 8th Way, there will be a man who will know who you are. You are to do what he says. If you don't, no one will ever see Ziva again. And I mean, never. I'll torture her and bury her somewhere you'll never find her. Got it, Jethro?"

With that threat, Jenny couldn't hold her composer and Kate had her sit down. Jethro looked to Aiden, who was struggling to track down Eli's location.

"And I bet you're trying to trace this number, but it's not going to work, Jethro."

Aiden looked to his boss, looking regretful and shook his head. Jethro glared to the phone. "Yeah, we noticed." He heard Eli chuckle. His fist clenched. "Why are you doing this, Eli? I don't get it! You killed Susan because you didn't want Ziva born, so why don't you leave us alone? It's not like she's bothering you!" He yelled into the speakerphone.

"Payback, Jethro." He answered.

"Payback? I didn't take your daughter from you-"

"Not that, Jethro!" Eli suddenly yelled through the speakers, startling everyone who was hearing the conversation. "You killed my only son."

Jethro closed his eyes to only get the image of Ari falling backwards onto the carpet floor, a perfectly round bullet hole through the middle of his forehead.

"From your silence, I can tell you understand my anger." Eli said. "Do we have a deal, Agent Gibbs?"

"Yes. When?"

"In one hour." Came Eli's demands. "If you're one minute late, I'll find out and your daughter will be dead." Then he hung up.

Gibbs closed his eyes to concentrate and calm his breathing.

"Boss, you can't do this on your own." Marc said.

Gibbs looked up to him. "Who said I was?"

Ooh, another cliffhanger. Yes, I am so damn evil. It happens. Review and soon you'll find out what happens next.

Sorry it's been forever, but my internet got turned off for a while by the Federal Cops...you don't want to know, trust me.

-Digidestend Angel-

"Well, the days dragged on without a word from her, and it looked like she might not be coming back. People said man, don't you think it's time to take old message off. He said no, you never know when she might call..." – Jason Michael Carroll

PREVIEW:

After he left the car, Kate noticed his gun, badge, ID, and…his watch with the censor. She glared at Gibbs' back. "You idiot." She pulled out her cell phone. "Aiden…we have a huge problem."

(Short, I know, but it's still suspenseful.)