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Chapter 6

"Stop squirming, Ziva," His accent was thick, yet there was that British edge with it.
His hands were rough as he bound her onto a chair with rope. He was just as mean as before, twenty three years back.
Ziva sniffed.

She thought that all of this was over. Memories from her childhood flooded her mind. Closing her eyes didn't help; she was still in her apartment in Israel, revising her multiplication tables. She was stuck on 7 and she had to learn it before her father came back home. That's when he came back from the kitchen with iced-tea. Claiming he had something to make her remember; something special and only for her.
Ziva trembled and geld back a sob as he brushed his thumb over his black eyebrows, something he always used to do.

"You want to know how I found you, yes?" He asked.

Ziva sniffed in response, staring at the floor.

"Answer me!" He shouted, causing her to jump.

She nodded quickly, just like she always would.

He grinned wickedly, "Well, let me begin."

Nothing.

They had nothing whatsoever. No fingerprints. No DNA. No lead. Not one thing. Zilch.

Tony slammed his fist on his desk and continued to repeat the motion, causing his fist to burn.

How could they have no evidence? Not one thing to help them find Ziva. His wife. His soul mate. His ninja. His everything!

"Tony!" McGee tried for the second time.

"What?!" He barked back, "Oh…sorry, Tim."

He wasn't surprised by Tony's harsh tone. His wife was missing for crying out loud!

"I've got something," McGee beamed, "Let's get to Abby's lab."

Tony held himself back from sprinting as he followed his co-worker to the elelvator.

Something. They got something.

"You were always such a beautiful girl, Ziva," he began, "And your father was so rich."

Ziva cringed.

"But after the misunderstanding," Ziva narrowed her eyes at him. A misunderstanding is not what she would call it, "I wasn't able to be near you or your family."

She looked down at her still toned stomach. Tears welled up in her eyes. If anyone ever did that to her child she would kill them with her bare hands. Were they even going to live through this? She had no idea what intentions he had and she guessed that he didn't know she was pregnant. Sure, Ziva trusted that Tony and the team would find her; but how? She had never mentioned this man or the things that he had done to her before. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. She needed to live. Her baby needed to live.

"So, I moved to England," he explained, staring into Ziva's eyes, causing her to look away, "I started tutoring other children. Rich children. Like you."

Ziva trembled. He hurt other children and yet he was a free man. A sick, cruel, free man.

"But I continued to move and travel and tutor in other countries after a few years. But I could not find one as beautiful as you. So vulnerable."

Ziva made room for him on the soft couch she was sitting on as he walked over.

"Toda," She smiled as he handed her a glass of iced-tea.

"You know, I know how to make you remember your 7 times table," he whispered and smiled.

Ziva raised her eyebrows slightly, showing some interest and somewhat telling him to continue.

He traced his thumb over his eyebrows and licked his lips.

"We got some information from Mossad," Abby said quickly, to everyone in the lab. All of the team, including Ducky and Palmer, were there. They nodded, telling her to continue.

"Well," she began, "Timmy and I, with the help of the Director of Mossad, dug up some old documents from way back when Ziva was ten years old, or somewhere around there."
She pulled it up on the screen of her computer for everyone to see.

Zooming in she continued with her presentation, "In that same year, when Ziva was a little ten year old, Eli David hired a Math tutor for her. His name was Amasai Joachim. But later on, they realised he was trying to get near to the David family with bad intentions."

"For the money," Ducky interjected.

"And?"

"The power," Gibbs spoke up.

"Right," Abby stuck her index finger in the air, "But, he had a very, very bad past."

Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

"He was a child molester, boss." McGee said, "It would've been a win-win, in a really sick way."

Tony cringed. At first he was confused, then he was mad.

"She never told me!" He raised his voice, "She never told me she was molested, boss."

His voice cracked.

"He's going to hurt her and my baby," he whispered and for the first time, he cried in front of the whole team.

Abby wrapped her arms around his body, as tears welled in her eyes.

"We're going to catch this perv," she murmured in his ear, "I promise."

A/N: Yeah, I know it's not as awesome as you dreamed it would have been & it doesn't make up for the 2-3 months of no updates! :/ But, I forced myself to update before Cote's birthday (which is tomorrow!). So HAAPPYYY BIRTHDAY COTEEE! 33333
It's 11:51pm and I have school tomorrow morning. :$ Mehh..y'all are more important..aren't you all? Heheh. x) Follow me on Tumblr! My url is yupthisismee So please follow! ^_^ 33 And how is everyone after Ziva's exit? Ughhh.. I miss her terribly :'(
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