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Was this right? Ziva looked across at the man next to her. He was the key to Tony. If she took him now then she could get her husband back...
"Are you alright?" Michael asked her, an undertone of worry in his voice. At first Ziva didn't notice the hand he had placed lightly on her arm. As soon as she did, however, Ziva shook it off with a glare.
"Yes thank you," her voice came out harsher than expected. "...I'm sorry Michael...I just can't..." He nodded with a sad understanding.
"Don't worry. I get it." Michael held out her coffee, taking extra care to make sure that their fingers didn't touch. "Every time you see me you see the one thing standing between you and Anthony." Ziva chuckled lightly.
"Call him Tony. He always said that Anthony was too formal." Ziva sipped the coffee slowly and placed the cup back onto the table.
"Tell me your story Michael. That is, if you don't mind." He shook his head.
"I don't mind at all." He sat up straighter and sipped more coffee as if to prepare himself.
"My mother ran away from bin Laden when she realised everything that he had done. She was just a weak, vulnerable pregnant Afghan woman. Then one month later Aina, my mother, realised that I was growing inside of her." Ziva nodded, prompting him to carry on.
"The one thing that Aina had going for her, apart from her determination, was her knowledge of English. From her rooms in bin Laden's compounds she travelled to the nearest American base in the vicinity. And there was my father, working as a civilian contractor." Tears had started to pool in his eyes.
"They grew to be good friends and Aina tried her best to help out with translating whenever she could. Seven months after she arrived at the camp Aina gave birth to me. Dad promised that he would take care of me, and that's why I'm here today." Ziva cocked her head.
"What happened to Aina?" Michael finally let the tears flow.
"Bin Laden eventually found her and ordered her to come out of the camp. No one wanted Aina to leave but she knew that he would bomb the base if she didn't go." Ziva's curiosity got the better of her.
"How did she...?" Michael swigged down the rest of his coffee before answering.
"She got past the American guards and ran outside. They got her with a sniper. I was just a week old. Dad flew us out to the States the next day."
"Don't you feel as if you'll be finally giving in to bi n Laden?" Michael smiled sadly.
"Let me be and do some good for the first time in my life Ziva."