Chapter 9

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The airport bustled with life, people of all shapes and sizes, colour and race hurried through the corridors, dragging large bags behind them. Jamal watched with an amused smile as people walked passed him. Sinking into the chair he currently sat in.

Outside he heard the roar of the planes taking off from the tarmac, he heard a feminine voice speaking over the intercom and the many different languages people spoke around him.

The smell of freshly made coffee and fast food restaurants wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble with hunger.

He smiled as the intercom announced his flight and stood from his chair. Making his way to the woman behind the passport desk. Giving her his fake passport he put on a charming smile, swallowing hard.

"Right, everything seems to be in order, please go straight through" she said, returning his
smile.

He started towards the metal detector.

"Jamal Kabib!" He heard a voice say from behind him. He turned.

"Agent McGee." he greeted with a smile. "How nice to see you again." He spotted Agent Gibbs beside him, his gun drawn. "And you must be Agent Gibbs?"

"That's right, and I'm here to bring you down. You are under arrest for the murder of
Officer David, Habib Chavev and several counts of terrorism" Gibbs said, pulling cuffs from his belt. Jamal smirked grabbing the female immigration officer, ripping her gun her its holster and put it to her head.

"I don't think so agent Gibbs" Jamal shouted. The gun shook in his hand. " You know, Ziva spoke very highly of you… Now here is how it's going to pan out. You are going to let me get on the plane, and you will not follow me, nor attempt to stop me. If you do this woman will die!" he explained.

Gibbs shook his head. "That's not going to happen." Gibbs said.

Jamal's smile grew. "You want to know what I did to your precious Agent, Mr Gibbs?" he held the woman tighter. "You want to know what I did, how I hurt her. How I made her scream!" he could see Jethro flinch, his finger twitching on the trigger.

"and you can live with the fact that it is your fault, if she had not been in America, and on your team… She wouldn't't be so soft." Jamal laughed. "She was my partner, she was the only one that really cared for me, so even after what I did I knew she would still trust me."

Flash back

There was a knock on the door, a persistent banging that woke Ziva from a troubled slumber. She looked at the clock, seeing the bright red numbers staring back at her. 03:00.

Sighing she slipped on a pair of jeans starting for the door. Turning the living room light on she unlocked the door. Upon opening it, she gasped.

"Jamal!" she whispered. Taking in the sight of her former partner and the two burly men either side of him.

"Hello Ziva" he said, with a he clicked his fingers sending the two men rushing forwards to grab her by the arms, forcing her inside.

Jamal closed the door as he walked inside. A sly smirk on his face.

"I haven't seen you in a long time Ziva" Jamal said as the female Mossad officer struggled against the two men that held her.

"What do you want Jamal?" she asked as she continued to fight, he smiled sitting down on her beige couch. The two men dragged her towards him, her knees scraping painfully against the chestnut wood flooring of her apartment.

"I want to get revenge for what your father did to me, for sending me to that prison…you have no idea what they did to me!" he yelled, suddenly getting angry. He stood, and without warning, struck Ziva hard across the face. He seemed to regain control of himself, sitting back down calmly as if nothing had happened.

"You really think you can get back at him by hurting me… you don't know him as well as I thought then" Ziva replied. That earned her another hard punch. He lit a cigarette and put it to his lips, blowing chocking smoke in Ziva's face.

"You know, that's a filthy habit" she said, instantly regretting her words. Jamal smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

"Let me put it out then" he said, using her arm as an ashtray. The beating began. She fought back as hard as she could, but with the many blows that came her way all she could do was lay there, waiting for them to stop. As soon as they did, she was too weak to move.

"Wow, America has made you soft." Jamal mocked, then pulled a gun from his holster attaching a silencer to the end.

"Hold her still" he ordered the other two.

Jamal smiled sadly as they picked her up and held her as he placed the gun against her chest. He blew her a kiss before pulling the trigger.

Gibbs fought the urge to pull the trigger, as he heard Jamal tell the story of how he had murdered Ziva. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see even McGee's finger twitching on the trigger. Jamal's smirk made Gibbs sick, there was nothing more he wanted, then to put a bullet in the man's head.

Gibb's attention focused on he woman that Jamal held in a vice-like grip, the fear on her face evident through the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Just her go Jamal, we can sort this out." Gibbs said.

Jamal shook his head."I got a better idea" he said pushing the woman to the side and pointing his gun at Gibbs.

In an instant Gibbs pulled the trigger. Hitting Jamal in the chest. The man fell to the floor. The gun slipping from his fingers. The woman scurried away, running into the arms of McGee. Tim holstered his gun, patting the woman awkwardly on the back.
Gibbs looked down at Jamal, no sign of remorse on his face. Then looked at McGee.

"When does the next flight to Tel Aviv leave?"

Xxx

The flight to Tel Aviv arrived just a few hours before sundown, so the team had little time to get ready, buy flowers and get to where the funeral was being held.

They arrived at Ziva's father's house and quietly made their way into the gardens. It was amazing how such a cold-hearted uncaring man could have such a beautiful garden, Tony thought as he was greeted with the sweet scent of flowers.

In the middle of the garden was a large oak coffin, resting on a bed of thick sticks. Walking down a long stone pathway Abby, Gibbs, Tony, McGee and Ducky all silently joined a group of Ziva's relatives.

An old woman cried silently at Ziva's coffin, her hand trailing over the smooth wood. There was a group of people all standing on a circle, talking quietly amongst themselves and then there was her father. Sitting on a small bench, his face devoid of emotion.

"Agent Gibbs, glad you could make it." Eli said, suddenly appearing behind them. He then looked at Tony.

"Recovered just in time I see Agent DiNozzo" he said, Tony smiled tightly.

"Yes, but I still gotta use this until I heal properly" he said disgusted, extending his hands and motioning to the wheelchair he currently sat in. Eli nodded in in understanding.

"I trust your being here means that you caught my daughter's killer." Gibbs nodded, noticing the trace of a smile on the man's face.

"Good" continued Eli. He then took a step forward, looking up at Gibbs.

"Agent Gibbs, I understand that my daughter thought very highly of you, she looked up to you, admired you even. I think that we should both, be part of sending her on her way, so she may truly rest in peace." he said, then motioned towards Ziva's coffin. Two flaming torches stood either side of the wooden casing,

Gibbs nodded, understanding exactly what the Mossad Director was asking of him.

"I would be honoured."

At sunset, the funeral had started, the sight of the sun setting across the beautiful red and purple of the sky making the clouds glow with a golden light. Both Gibbs and Eli stood either side of the coffin, clasping the flaming torches in both hands. A Rabbi stood with a Hebrew bible open in his hands, singing in Hebrew. After he finished singing. He turned to Eli, then to Gibbs and nodded. They both set the flaming torches down, lighting the sticks and the coffin. Standing to the side, the Rabi began singing again. Looks like the director had taken his advice, McGee thought to himself, remembering the time Ziva said she wanted to be cremated.

Abby sniffed, clinging on to McGee, her tears staining his suit. Her mascara, as usual ran down her cheeks and she asked herself why she wore it in the first place.

Ziva and She might not have gotten off to a great start, but they had grown close over the years. They told each other everything, shared secrets, got drunk together. Abby even knew about the certain tattoo she had in a certain intimate place. The young Israeli had become more of a sister to her than anything else. Abby sniffed again, wiping her nose.

McGee had thought highly of the Israeli, thought she was scary, but comforting to be around at the same time. She was definitely beautiful, with an incredibly gifted mind. She was like the big protective sister. McGee smiled at the thought.

To Tony, she was more then a partner, she was apart of his family. She had saved his life and the lives of many other people on the team, risking her own life in the process. He was going to miss the snide remarks she shot back at him when he said something. He was going to miss the mistakes she made using American idioms. He was glad that they had caught Ziva's killer, well McGee had caught the killer and at the same time saved Mossad from being completely destroyed.

Ducky had always thought of Ziva as the granddaughter he never got to have. The feisty sassy Israeli that had saved his life in first her few days on the team had always taken time to sit down with him and have a cup of tea, listen to his stories, and even sometimes share some of her own, on a very rare occasion. Everyone knew that she was gifted both in looks and intelligence. And now she was dead. A small tear ran down Ducky's aged cheek as he watched the flames engulf the coffin. But he smiled, finely knowing the Ziva would rest in peace.

Gibbs had always thought of Ziva as the daughter he had lost, she had saved his life by shooting the only person that really cared for her in the past. She had broken down in front of him when he had lost his memory, and helped him regain it back, had saved his life, always and had always stuck by him. He felt touched by the Director's words of how Ziva had admired him, and silently wished he could have saved her from the terrible end her life had come to. But she went down as she would have wanted.

Fighting.

There you have it. done and done. Hope you enjoyed it guys!