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Chapter 3
Ducky entered autopsy with a quiet sigh, his eyes instantly moving to the table he knew Ziva occupied. Jimmy Palmer was already there, sitting comfortably in the seat that was
placed alongside a small metal table. Wrestling his coat from his shoulders he placed it on the hook beside the door.
"Good morning Mr Palmer" Ducky greeted with a small smile. Jimmy shot from his seat and nodded his greeting. Starting towards the table Ziva lay on, he carefully pulled back the
white sheet that covered her, looking at her beaten face.
"Oh my…You can't seem to stay out f trouble can you my dear?" he asked her, wiping at bits of stray hair from her face. Palmer stood at a respectable distance, watching as the elder
doctor said goodbye to Ziva.
The second Gibbs entered the autopsy, Ducky tore his gaze away from his 'patient'
"Ducky.." he greeted, his voice rough. Striding to Doctor Mallards side, he glanced down at Ziva.
"What happened to her?" For a moment the room was silent.
"Well who ever killed her, wanted her to be in a great deal of pain. She was beaten. Her left arm was broken in three places, she has a fractured cheek bone the wound on her head
is bound to have caused a concussion. The bruises on her arms suggest that she was held down." Ducky hand lifted her arm, showing Jethro her bruised hand.
"She fought back though, but I guess you already know that. I found some skin under her nails, maybe Abby can get something off that" Ducky shook his head slowly, removing his
glasses.
"But this was personal Jethro, if it was just someone simply wanting to kill her… it would not have been this violent." Gibbs sighed.
"COD?"
"Without an autopsy I can't be sure, but from what I can tell you she drowned…in her own blood. One of the bullets that entered her chest punctured her lung "
The room went deathly silent, each occupant of autopsy unable to completely grasp the reality of their friend's brutal demise. Ducky rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Poor girl, didn't even have a chance."
There was an awkward silence, a low hum and heavy breathing being the only sound in the room.
"When will the Rabbi be getting here?" Gibbs asked.
"He won't be!" came a new voice from behind him. Turning, he came face to face with non other than Director Eli David.
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Sipping his coffee the man watched as two agents arrived at Ziva's house. Their shoulders seemed slumped and heavy as they carried their bags up the few steps that led to the
front door of the apartment building. Lifting his hand he ran his fingers over the small scratches that blemished his face, grinning.
He laughed as his fist connected with her cheek, hearing a satisfying crunch beneath his knuckles. It was then that her uninjured arm shot up, her nails tearing the flesh from his face.
"Hold her!" he screamed to his 'goons'. Two men of similar build grabbed her by the arms, forcing her to her knees.
"Hello Ziva. Miss me?…."
He smiled at the memories, loved the way she fought against him, and in some sickening way, loved to watch the life drain from her eyes. He found himself wondering if the Mossad
Director had received his letter, his only regret being he was never able to see the man's face as he read the words he had carefully written down.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a delicate gold chain, his fingers tracing over the Star of David that was attached to it.
Finishing the last of his coffee, he rose from his chair, leaving some money under the empty porcelain cup. Descending the stairs of the café, he pulled open the door to his car, his
eyes still focused on the broken window of Ziva's apartment. A few seconds passed, before he tore his gaze away. Starting the car, he drove off, leaving two oblivious agents behind him.
Xxx
Timothy McGee stared at the sight before him, his mouth open and forming an 'o' shape. Special Agent Antony DiNozzo stood beside him, his expression similar to his own.
The scene of Ziva's usually untidy bedroom lay before them, the white sheets of her bed tangled and bloodied. The three abstract paintings that hung on the walls, usually in a
symmetrical fashion, were now discarded and broken on the floor, along with what seemed like a million shards of glass.
Careful not to disturb the crime scene, McGee stepped further into the bedroom, his eyes tracing every inch, as if wanting to commit it to memory. The crunch of glass under his feet
made him look down. A silver frame lay discarded on the floor, the photo turned away from him, facing the floor. With gloved hands he bent down, picking it up. His heart sank. The
picture was of Ziva and her siblings. Ari, Tali and herself, all staring at the camera smiling. He was interrupted in his thoughts when he heard Tony's voice.
"Probie I think I found something" Tony pointed at the broken pieces of glass that remained in the window frame.
"Blood?" McGee asked. Tony nodded taking a swab.
"What's so good about that Tony?" the younger agent asked, finding himself getting angry. "I could be Ziva's" Tony nodded, wagging his finger in the air.
"Or…. It could be our killers" DiNozzo replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips. McGee nodded, finally catching on to what Tony was saying. Tony put the bloodied swab in an evidence
bag and passed it to Tim.
"Get this to Abby see if she can get anything off it" Tony ordered, his Gibbs persona taking over his usual DiNozzo charm. For some reason, Tony looked out the window, noticing tiny
specs of glass on the outside balcony.
"McGee?" Tim stopped short of exiting the door.
"What?"
"Why would glass be outside of the room?" Tony questions, pointing at the sharp shard of broken window.
"Maybe it was broken from the inside… the killers threw it back in, to make it look like a break in…" McGee thought for a moment, concentration on his face.
"But the only way of getting in is through the front door, and there is no sign of forced entry?" he pointed out. Tony nodded his head.
"So that means she knew the killer..."
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Abby gulped down what was left of her Caf-Pow, her usual chipper self, somewhat dimmed. Her music was still turned low, and even through there was a small hum of it playing in
the background, it seemed, different. She placed the now empty Caf-Pow on the table, discarding it.
A high beeping noise drew her attention across the room.
"What is it Abby?" Tony asked, appearing at her side. Abby pointed to the screen. It showed dark skinned man.
"Habib Chavev, born in Israel. He was sentenced to ten years in jail for Murder, robbery, rape, fraud, treason… and the list goes on." Abby looked at the picture of the man, cringing.
He didn't exactly have the friendliest of faces, Abby thought. He was tanned, with muddy green eyes, black hair and an untidy black goatee. What unnerved her most about the man
was the way his eyes stared into the camera, as if having some kind of brutal content behind them, and the way his fat lips were curved in to an unattractive smile.
Shaking her head, she brought her focus back to the task at hand.
I also found some traces of ink on the skin fragment I found on the glass you brought back" Tony and McGee both frowned.
"Ink trace?" they both asked in unison, for the first time that day, Abby found herself smiling.
"Why else do you have ink on you skin other than the ink of a pen?" The two agents stopped to think a while.
"A tattoo?" McGee shouted out, a little louder then necessary. He looked at the picture of Habib Chavev, frowning. Moving his gaze down to the mans arm, he spotted it.
"The only place this guy has a tattoo is his arm, that means who ever we're looking for…-"
"Has a laceration from the glass on his left arm"
Abby finished Tim's, sentence. Tim smiled half-heartedly, bringing Abby into a hug.
"You the best Abs" he said, kissing her cheek, the starting for the door.
Xxx
It was night. The light of the moon cast shadows across the floor of Director Vance's office, creating absurd patterns on the red carpet. Gibbs had been in here for the last hour, only
half listening to the conversation going on between the two Directors.
Glancing beside him, the Mossad director sat in an upright position, one hand resting comfortably in his lap, white the other lay on his chest pocket.
"Agent Gibbs, you need to choose someone else to fill in for Miss David" he heard Vance say.
"No" Gibbs replied.
"Agent G…"
"No Vance that's my final answer. No one can take Ziva's place. Tony McGee and I will cope just fine but you are not putting another agent at her desk!" Jethro shot from his chair, his hand clenched into fists by his side.
"You seem to care a great deal about my daughter Agent Gibbs." came the emotionless voice of Director David.
" Well I 'cared' about her more than you ever did that's for sure " Gibbs shot back. The elder man merely looked at him. There was a silence as the two men shared angry glances.
"We will talk about this later!" Vance warned Agent Gibbs "But right now, we have to find out who is responsible for Agent David's death!"
"Perhaps, this will help" Director David spoke up, reaching in to his chest pocket.
Glancing at the piece of paper the Mossad Director held in his hand, Gibbs snatched it from the mans grasp, unfolding it suspiciously.
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Director David
By the time you read this, your daughter will already be dead. And believe me when I say that I made it slow and painful, just like you made it for me.
You ruined my life, so I have an obligation to ruin yours.
We will see each other again.
Shalom
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