A Father's Hate Chapter 14, a ncis fanfic

Ziva had been instructed to remain quiet throughout the car ride to god knows where. Very clearly her father, of course, had a back up plan if, and when, something like this happened. Some man, the same one that shoved her rather violently into the car, stood around a corner and watched so that even before Gibbs made a useless attempt to kick the door down she was practically already out of the building. She saw the pure fear in Tony's eyes when, for that one short moment, her eyes collided with his. He looked not only scared but angry, not with her of course, but with the man that was doing this to her. She knew that whoever fired that shot would accomplish nothing besides fulfilling what that man was sent to do. Die. She was surprised that they had not already eliminated her. As they had seemingly sat in the warehouse, in complete silence, for what must have been close to an hour even though it felt much, much longer. Michael made a comment of how they should give up. After driving for about a half hour he turned into an alley and began switching the plates of the car, tossing the others into a nearby dumpster. Exhaustion was slowly catching up with Ziva as it was now almost fully dark. Her thoughts were being pushed aside and now all she could think of was sleep. She lectured herself for even considering letting her guard down but the less sensible side of her brain pointed out the fact that it was not as though she could defend herself in anyway. It was not as though she had managed to slip out of the cuffs and was ready to sneak up behind Michael and push on his carotid pressure point to make him black out so she could easily slip away in the dark of night. She could do none of that. All she could do was sit. Sit in silence, sit in confusion, sit in torture.

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Back at NCIS headquarters Gibbs and Tony had just returned, both cranky and angry at just about everything and everyone around them. Gibbs was up speaking to Director Vance and McGee could just imagine the conversation between them. It was probably something of Gibbs yelling at Vance and then Vance getting all authorities on him which, of course, Gibbs would not take too well and would then storm out of the room slamming the door behind him and then going to get a cup of coffee. Tony looked, and felt, pissed. He was pissed with the ones who were doing this to her, he was pissed she had not told him sooner...He was pissed that he could not protect her. Tony knew very well that Ziva could stand her own but against her father she needed help, and he could not give her that. Tony felt that he had let her down as he watched the car drive away. They had tried running all the other numbers in Ziva's cell phone but were lead to Papa John's and once Tony was lead to himself when Abby accidentally searched his number. Every other number was either turned off or was all the way in Israel. Nothing had come back on the BOLO for the either car and so all he could was sit and think. Think of how he had let her down, how he could not think of anyway to save her, think of how he had failed.

"He seems so depressed," Abby commented as she sat on McGee's desk playing nervously with one of her black ponytail holders so now her hair was in one pigtail and the other side was down and tangled.

"Well think about it Abby. What would you do if someone you cared about suddenly went missing and you knew that they were with someone who had every intention to kill that them?" McGee asks and Abby stare at him in utter shock.

"I do care about Ziva, Tim!" she exclaims greatly offended that he would even think of suggesting otherwise.

"I didn't mean it like that," McGee quickly begins to explain as he sees Abby's look. Which is composed of confusion, sadness, and some anger. "I just meant if it was someone you cared about, you know, romantically."

Abby stared down at McGee and began pondering what she would do if someone had taken him and had every intention to murder him. "I would use everything in me, and a few Caf Pows, to find and save them." Abby finally told him and then she realized that that was exactly what Tony had done and he had not managed to save. "Oh my God no wonder poor Tony is depressed!"

"Exactly, Abby," McGee tells her and then realizes just how hungry he is as the day is quickly coming to a close and he had not even gotten the chance to eat lunch that day. "I'm gonna go on a food run. What do you want?"

"Ziva."

"Food wise," McGee says and his appetite seems to plummet at the mention of Ziva but is quickly returned when he sees the custodian walk by with a choclate sprinkles in his hand leaving behind a trail of sprinkles and creating another mess for himself.

"I'm not hungry and I don't know how you are."

"You need to eat, Abby."

"Fine," Abby says and contemplates what she wanted. "I'll take a Caf Pow with a side of Caf Pow."

"Abby," McGee says but when she simply stares at him he gives up and figures he will order something for her so that when she was hungry there would be something for the forensic scientist to eat. "I'll be back in about a half hour."

"I'll be in my lab," Abby says and slowly walks past Tony desk and is surprised that he does not even seem to be aware that she is walking by or that he is on Planet Earth for that matter. She sighs when she reaches the elevator and she realizes her own frustration from this whole awful situation. She may not have been fond of Ziva when she originally came to NCIS but that had more to do with the fact that she was still angry sad and hurt from Kate's death. Ziva was someone she could channel all those emotions on to but it quickly became clear to Abby that she did in fact grow to accept and even love the crazy Mossad Officer who had never done harm to her or Gibbs or McGee or Tony. Ziva could never replace Kate and she clearly had no intention of trying to Ziva and Kate were so different they could not even be compared. Abby liked that, she would not have been able to stand it if some Kate clone came in trying to replace her best friend.

Abby and Kate had bonded especially much before her death. Had sleepovers, went to the spa, adopted a dog, pulled pranks constantly on McGee, ragged about how stupid guys were. That made the whole thing that much harder. Once Ziva came in Abby felt she Had to protect Kate's territory since Kate could not do it for herself, but the day that Ziva and Tony were trapped in that box and Abby was unsure of what would happen to them she realized just how much Ziva had grown on her even if she was still drawing mustaches and fuzzy hair on her pictures at the time. Abby felt that Kate would have wanted to let Ziva in. She had fully trusted ZIva on he night that she had come down to Abby's lab on the night of the anniversary of Kate's death and sat there letting Abby cry lending a shoulder to lean on. Ziva and Abby had become close. Add Jenny in the mix and the three of them would have so much fun. Abby had lost Kate,she had lost Jenny, she couldn't lose Ziva too. Abby didn't think she could handle it if she lost another partner, another best friend, another family member.

Gibbs was angry and frustrated at the incompetence of just about everyone around him. He had slowly learned to tolerate Vance yet he still held much hostile resentment for breaking his team apart and then four months later throwing them all back together except by then the team was in fragments and placing everything back together took time and energy. Gibbs had had to sit and watch as Abby cried about Jenny's death and then to be torn completely apart by watching her friends, her family, all split apart. Abby was strong but she was weak when it came to those she cared about. Gibbs knew what Ziva was going through back in Israel. How many adjustments she was forced to make in a very short amount of time. He had watched tears build in her eyes, Ziva David's eyes, as she said her goodbyes to them all. McGee he saw every now and then and the poor boy had turned a sickly white and seemed basically miserable since he was stuck down in the basement with a bunch of people he did not even like. He actually seemed to miss being teased and called Probie in place of Boss. Tony was having a hard enough time after Jenny's death since he was blaming it all on himself and without the others around him to hold him up he fell into drinking and depression. Ducky was lonely without the group being down there and missed the ones he had come to love as they would listen to his stories and put up with his frequent use of their full and hated, by them, names.

Although Gibbs may not have shown it he was the most affected by it all. As his team was replaced with a handful of unwanted and highly incompetent agents. Gibbs had already lost his first family and he hated that his other was spread out across the world. Now as Gibbs stood taking his anger out on the director not caring if he fired him as he'd threatened to do many times before. He needed to find a way to find Ziva and Gibbs knew very well that Vance was on the inside with Deputy Director David and could tell him information that was necessary to find Ziva. Vance showed no sign of relinquishing information but there Gibbs stood yelling about his confusion, yelling about his frustration towards him, yelling about his lost daughter.

McGee made his way downstairs with two bags filled with the usual Chinese take-out cartons. He walked through the open door and set them down on Abby's desk and then looked around the room for her. He walked through the doors and they beeped as he entered and he turned a 360 until he noticed Abby huddled in the corner between a desk and the wall with Bert held closely in her arms. Abby was currently in her well known "Scared Position" which is where she would sit until she felt safe for both her and her friends. McGee walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her and thought about just who it was she was worried for this time. Ziva could take of herself and she reminded him of that every time they would get in a particularly sticky situation and she would easily beat some guy up or shoot the person right before they manged o shoot her. Would she be able to handle it now? McGee wanted to believe she could. Believe she could protect herself, believe she could prevent them from hurting her, believe she could come back safely to them.

Ziva was beginning to find it impossible to stay awake but could not understand what was causing it to be so difficult. She had gotten practically no sleep a few weeks ago and yet at only twelve at night she was finding it increasingly difficult. Doing a run through in her brain she quickly realized why. Michael had given her a bottle of water which she took and drank from without a second thought even though she knew it to be stupid. Her sore, dry throat was so grateful for the first few swallows that she had drank the whole bottle. Her hands had been released from the cuffs while they were stationary at a gas station so that no one would get overly suspicious if they saw her which is why she drank the entire bottle so quickly. She knew as soon as Michael ha driven a few miles down the road he would cuff her again and now she knew just how stupid of a move it was to accept the beverage. Every time she closed her eyes she did not want to open them again and would find everything around the edge of her eyes extremely blurry. Was this how her father intended to kill because if it was she was slightly disappointed in him. If he was going to kill her should have to use his own hands to do it. He should have to hear her screams and pleas, he should have to be the one who made the incision or shot the fatal shot, he should have to be the one who had to stare into the eyes of his own daughter as he took her life for hi8s own selfish gain. He is a coward, is Ziva's last thought before she slips into unconsciousness.

The first thing Ziva is aware of as she opens her eyes is the feeling of movement and the sound of...a plane? Ziva sits up to come face to face with her father. The sight of his face causes her to feel more nauseous then when she had a hangover. She looks around and sees that she is in fact on one of her father's private jets and they were most definitely flying. Michael is sitting close by and is speaking Hebrew in to his cellphone. She deciphers what he is saying but it is nothing of importance so instead turns to her father. If she could even call him that anymore. "Where is this plane going?" Ziva questions deciding that it was time for her to ask some questions and break the silence that seemed to have been looming for much too long.

"Ah my bat. Please speak the language of the country," her father says and with a sickening feeling in her stomach she thinks that she has gotten the answer to her question.

"The country of what?"

"The country we are in," he says and Ziva fears greatly as she opens her mouth to speak in what is her native language.

"Aba," she says and he smiles at her.

"That is better," he says and the horrifying reality of where she was at comes crashing down onto her. "Welcome back home bat." Ziva David was back in Israel.

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