A Father's Hate Chapter 12, a ncis fanfic

"Get a GPS fix on Ziva's cell!" Tony yells into his cell phone, talking to McGee, as he speeds over to Ziva's apartment.

"Uh, why is there something wrong?" McGee asks since he was completely out of the loop about everything. Not that Gibbs was much more in, but at least he was in the car.

"Just do it." Tony quickly pulls into a parking space in front of Ziva's apartment complex and jumps out and begins climbing the stairs to her apartment.

"Okay it's coming up..." McGee says as he swiftly enters the keys on the keyboard trying to will the machine to go faster. McGee was afraid of Gibbs and Tony reminded him a lot of Gibbs when Tony was angry.

"It's locked," Tony says once he and Gibbs have made their way to her door.

"Well, yeah DiNozzo. Did you think a trained Mossad assassin would leave her door unlocked because there's a neighborhood watch program?" Gibbs asks and reaches into his pocket pulling out his lock picking supplies.

"I've got a key, boss," Tony says and selects a key from the chain he carries them on. Gibbs gives him a look but steps aside and let's him unlock the door. They nod and both pull out their guns holding them in position as they walk in. Tony does a scan of the living room and sees that it's empty an looks exactly the same from the last time he had seen it. Gibbs goes into the bathroom and Tony goes into the bedroom. Both yell out that the apartment is clear and place their SIGs back in their holsters. "It doesn't look like she ever made it to her apartment today."

"How do ya know, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asks and walks into the kitchen switching the light on and examining its contents.

"Because the last time she was here was the last time I was here and it looks exactly the same."

"I've got a fix on the GPS," McGee says into the phone but gets no answer. He hears Gibbs and Tony talking in the backround and listens as they yell clear and then begin conversation again. "Hey guys!" he still gets no answer and so he tries again. "Guys! Hello!" McGee sighs frustrated and hangs up the phone and calling Gibbs.

"Yeah Gibbs," he says and listens as McGee starts asking why Tony wasn't answering and then continues on his ramble. "McGee!"

"Uh, right boss."

"McGeek?" Tony asks and then remembers the forgotten cell phone on his jacket pocket that was still open and said that McGee had hung up on him.

"I found where Ziva is."

"Well where is she?" Gibbs questions impatiently and Tony looks up from his cell phone and over at him.

"It says that she's back at Tony's apartment."

"Good work, McGee," Gibbs says and snaps the phone shut. "She's back at your apartment."

Tony wanted to feel relieved at this new bit of information but felt a certain amount of doubt that she was actually there.

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"Timmy!" Abby exclaims as she comes from the elevator and quickly making her way over to the junior field agent. Many of the other agents turn and look at the strange sight of the goth forensic scientist hurriedly making her way across the room. "What's going on? I heard someone say that Gibbs and Tony were out looking for Ziva? Why are they looking for Ziva?"

"If you find out tell me, because I haven't been told anything."

"Do you think there's something wrong?" Abby questions a worried look making its way across her face. "Of course there's something wrong otherwise they wouldn't be looking for her! I knew there was something up. I should've said something. Why didn't I say anything, McGee?!" Abby asks, questions flying out of her mouth quicker than McGee can even compose a full thought.

"Uh..." is his, oh so intelligent answer.

"She'll be okay, won't she?" Abby says her voice small and filled with concern.

"She's Ziva; she'll be fine," McGee answers but knows he's gonna have to do better than that as he watches the usually happy and upbeat girls head hang low.

"We can't lose her too McGee."

"We won't, Abby," he says and stands up wrapping her in a hug. "We won't."

Gibbs and DiNozzo get out of the car and are about to enter the apartment complex when Tony's cell phone starts to buzz. His eyes glance hopefully at the caller ID but see that it's just McGee, "What?" Tony asks aggravated.

"The GPS says that she's making a call and moving," McGee says as he and Abby watch the little red dot travel travel north west across the screen.

"Moving where, Probie?" Tony asks and glances around for her.

"Um hold on let me get a fix on your cell..." McGee says.

Tony walks around the building some, listening and looking for his Israelian partner.

"It says that she's coming right towards you."

"That's not possible McGee I don't see her anywhere."

"She just passed you, Tony."

Gibbs walks over to a man, one who definitely looks like he would not have a cell phone from his grungy appearance. He grabs the cell from the guy's hands and hits the call end button to see Ziva's backround picture come up. "Found her phone."

"She just hung up, Tony," McGee says.

"Yeah, Probie I know," Tony says and hangs up the phone walking over to where Gibbs and the man are.

"Where did you get this phone?" Gibbs yells at the man who looks as though he is about to pee his pants...and smells like he already did.

"I-I didn't stole it. I swear!"

"Where did you get it!" Gibbs yells again and the man lifts a shaking hand and points it towards the building.

"It was by the door just lying there," he says and Gibbs and Tony walk over there searching for something, anything.

"Well I don't how we missed this but look," Tony says and shows Gibbs her neon orange running hat. "Wherever she went it wasn't willingly."

"Did you ever think she did, DiNozzo?"

"No," Tony admits and sighs when he realizes that currently they had no leads to where Ziva was. Who knows where she was or what was happening to her. Tony shuddered at just the thought of what they were capable of doing to her. He just hoped she would be okay.

Ziva had been tied to a chair for well over two hours now. Her partner, Michael Rivkin, was currently the only one there as her father had not yet shown up. Michael had taken all of her weapons and then made her remove all clothing to make sure she was not hiding anymore. She followed his commands, after a few violent requests, since there was a gun pointed at her at all times. She did not know why she should even care, why not just let him shoot her now, end this all now. Honestly she would much rather be killed by her ex-partner than by her own father. He had almost not even allowed her to keep her clothes but when she reminded him that it was her father who was coming he tossed them back over to her and then proceeded to tie her hands, feet, and shoulders to a chair. Even with the rope on he still insisted that she keep the hand cuffs therefore she couldn't even try and untie herself.

Not many words had been spoken between them since they had entered the building. Michael had just sat there, playing with his gun, or his knife, or some sort of weapon. She figured it was to intimidate her, but there was only person who could intimidate her and he was not here. Not yet, he would be soon, and once he was he would execute her. Ziva hated that she was just sitting there, waiting. Of course, who really wants to wait to be killed, or to be killed at all for that matter. She was afraid of what would happen when her father got here. She feared that he would not be alone, that Tony would be with him and that he would kill Tony. Kill him before her. Ziva's father knew how to torture people and since Ziva knew something she was not supposed to he wanted to torture her.

Ziva remembered a conversation she had had with Tony about three years ago. It was when they were stuck in that metal container that had millions of fake, but very real looking, dollars in it. Well that and a ton of DVDs. Ziva joked with Tony that if he could have had either the money, and be able to spend it, or the movies, that he would take the movies. But she remembered how Tony and her were confessing things, not much just small things that were all part of a bigger picture. Tony was asking her a bunch of questions, asking for another confession and as he went down the list, funny moment, embarrassing moment he had asked her when the first time she realized that daddy wasn't perfect. She had froze for a moment before glaring at him and later that night she really thought about it. When did she realize it? She knew it at a very young age four or five, but when did she not only realize but also accept it. The first time he forced her to go on a mission she did not want to go on? The time she had heard Ari say all of those things to Gibbs? The first time he began trying to murder her? Ziva hated to think that it may have really taken that long to believe, and fully accept, that he wasn't the image she had made him up to be, but a monster.

"Alright since we have no leads and have no idea where to go from here why don't you tell me what the hell is going on," Gibbs says as he and Tony sit in the car as they had been for several minutes now.

Tony sighed as he tried to think of how to tell the long, confusing story. "I'm not even sure of where to start."

"How about from the beginning," Gibbs suggests. He had been particularly patient with Tony since he saw just how distraught he was over all of this.

"Okay if you say so," Tony says. "Well my parents were really drunk so they forgot to-"

"DiNozzo!"

"Sorry, boss," Tony says mentally beating himself up. Not the time for jokes. Which, of course, is why you're telling them. "Well she had been off for a while and one night, when she was staying at my apartment, after we'd fallen asleep she woke up and got my whiskey out..." Tony trails off remembering how she had told him, how hurt she was. "She was really drunk and rambled for a bit before telling me that her father..." he stops for a minute and takes a breath trying to calm the anger that seethed every time he thought of that man. "That her father was trying to murder her," Tony stops waiting for Gibbs to say something but when he stays silent Tony continues. "She didn't even remember it the next morning but she had been sobbing once she told me everything, and she just kept drinking. One swallow after another. She was trying to make the hurt go away. The pain, the guilt..."

"Are we talking about her a few days ago or you a few months ago?" Gibbs asks.

"Both, I guess. Anyways her father wanted to kill her because he was planning a terrorist attack on America and he knew that she would tell someone. He said that unless she was to come back to Mossad he would find her and execute her. I guess he finished phase one, now I just wonder how far he is from the second part."

"When were either of you planning on telling me that there's a terrorist attack planned to happen in America?" Gibbs yells. They had worked with him long enough to know when to keep something to yourself or not. This was beyond being irresponsible.

"Today," Tony says ashamed that they had waited so long. How would they have felt if they were never able to tell anyone and then thousands of innocent people lost their lives.

"Today? How long had you known! What would you have done if he had gotten you too?"

"I know, boss. We both knew how stupid it was to not say anything."

"Stupid! You classify this under stupid? When is the terrorist attack planned for? Where are they going to have it? How long have they been planning it? Why are they planning it?" Gibbs questions anger and frustration very evident in his voice.

"We don't know!" Tony exclaims. The last conversation he wanted to have right now was one where Gibbs was lecturing him. He didn't have time for this, or more appropriately, she didn't.

"I did not tell him, you know," Ziva says to Michael after another hour of silence.

"I wouldn't even bother to try and convince your father," Michael says as he cleans his knife so it shines.

"But I did not. I would not."

"So you just spent the night together every night for over a week because?" Michael questions and then laughs when he sees her look of disbelief. "He's done it before you should have suspected. After all you are an investigator, aren't you supposed to do that sort of thing?"

"What sort of thing?"

"Use common sense," Michael tells her. "Did you really think your father wasn't keeping tabs on your every move? We were planning on doing this a lot earlier but you rarely seemed to be without your boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend," Ziva says. More so as a reflex than anything else.

"So the man who you spend every night with is not your boyfriend but you practically jumped me when we first met?" Michael questions and watches as Ziva looks down as though she is ashamed.

"I did not care for you, Michael."

"You do not care for anyone, Ziva David."

"That is not true," she says. A few years ago she wouldn't have denied that, she may have even taken pride in it, but now... She knew that it was not weak to care or to hurt. Ziva now knew that she could express these things. It was not something she commonly did nor would she want to start but she no longer felt the need to suppress everything she feels, and to those she had come close to recently, that was strength.

"Yet you were capable to kill your own brother?"

Ziva's eye widened and she stared up at him. "How do you now about that?"

"I know alot of things," Michael says and walks up to her. His knife making light contact with her neck.

"My father?"

"He does not know. I thought it could be one of our secrets," Michael says and smiles suggestively before leaning down and whispering in her ear. "One of them."

Ziva stares ahead ignoring how close not only how close the knife is but how close Michael himself is. She shows no emotion but just stares blankly letting her mind handle emotions. A car door slamming is hear outside and Michael backs away from Ziva and puts his knife away. She knew who it was even though she wishes it was someone else.

The door opens with a squeak and heavy footsteps are heard as they make their way across the room. She does not turn to look, she continues to stare straight ahead. The footsteps stop right behind her and once again she waits.

Hmm not sure how I feel about this chapter. It's not up to my usual standards but hopefully it was still okay. More action, suspense, and surprises in the next chapter I promise! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and who told me Ziva's partner name. Please review for this chapter too! Have a good weekend :)