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Note italics signal that they are speaking in Hebrew

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McGee and Abby had set their food out and were now staring at the buffet of Chinese foods. Each grab one of the take-out cartons and a set of chop sticks and begin digging around in the containers. "So there wasn't any physical evidence at the crime scene?" Abby questions after she swallows her first mouthful of noodles.

"I'm not sure, I wasn't there. Tony said there was some more rope."

"Maybe it was best they didn't bring anything back. I don't think I could stand it if I had to test the DNA of sweat on rope one more time," Abby comments remembering the endless tests she had to do on the last bunch of ropes.

"We already know who took her," McGee says and the stays silent for a minute before continuing. "And why."

"McGee!" Abby exclaims and he looks up at her startled at the sudden outburst. "What Gibbs say if he knew you were assuming?"

"Uh, don't," he replies and Abby stares at him defiantly before raising her hand and smacking the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"That is what Gibbs would say for assuming."

"Gibbs hasn't even done that in five months," McGee reminds her.

"I've wondered about that. It's very un-Gibbs. Do you think something's wrong?" Abby questions and sets down one carton and picks up another.

"Maybe he just decided to be nicer to us," McGee suggests and Abby slowly looks up from her take-out container and stares at him. "Well maybe we just haven't done anything to deserve it lately," McGee says but his mind quickly flashes back to several times the deserved in the past few days never minds weeks. "Wow you're right. Maybe there is something wrong..."

"Yeah McGee," Tony says as he comes in. His melancholic look replaced with one of determination. "Since we have no idea where Ziva is or how to find her I'd say that that's a problem." Tony's eyes look at the large display of food on Abby's desk. "What is this?"

"Uh, well we were hungry and since there's not really anything we can-"

"What is it?" Tony demands and McGee knows what the look on Tony's face means.

"It's uh, well. It is food."

"Did we find Ziva?" Abby looks down as she watches all of Tony's sadness and frustration be channeled into anger and his helplessness change into stubbornness.

"No," is her quiet response.

"Well until we do," Tony starts and then takes the food from the two agents hands and slamming it down on the desk. "We don't eat."

"Tony there isn't anything we can do right-"

"Then find something!" Tony interrupts. "I don't care if you have to fly to Israel and get every possible suspect and bring them back here to investigate him. Because until we find Ziva we do not eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom! Are we clear?"

"Yes, boss. Uh ,Gibbs. I-i mean Tony. Yes, Tony," McGee finally manged to stutter out and Abby's fights back a giggle.

"Something funny, Scuito?"

"Besides you calling me Scuito? Well there-"

"Hey!" Tony says and Abby realizes that although he may act alot like Gibbs, he wasn't Gibbs and therefore she didn't get special treatment. She missed the special treatment.

"I'll run Ziva's cell phone again and try to see if we can get a GPS fix on it now."

"Good. Probie, come with me. We're gonna go get the physical evidence from the warehouse," Tony says and he and a rather frightened McGee walk out leaving Abby to herself, but only for a second until McGee runs back in and hands Abby twenty bucks.

"I told you he wouldn't take more than an hour until he snapped," Abby says.

"Probie!"

"Coming b-" McGee says but stops himself before he can complete it. "Someone needs to head slap me if I don't stop calling Tony boss."

Abby laughs and spins on her heel back to her computer. Her smile is quickly faded as she remembers her task. Maybe they should go to Israel.

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The plane lands smoothly and Michael walks over to Ziva and re-cuffs her. "Are they too tight my dear?" Michael asks and Ziva lifts her foot kicking him right in the groin. She smiles contently as she listens to his low groan but is quickly pulled from her moment and harshly pushed forward by her father.

"There is no need to get violent, Ziva," her father says and loosens the cuffs so that they do not squeeze her wrists but not so much that she can pull her hands through. "Is that better?"

"No," she says and suddenly feels a hard pull on the back of her shirt. Her father takes her by the shoulders to turn her to face him.

"Do not make this anymore difficult than it must be," he says and Ziva fights back the urge to spit in his face and say many words that came to mind when she thought of her father. "As soon as things are finished you may return back. Perhaps not to as many people and it depends on if they want you back..."

Ziva blinks back tears at the words of her father. They would not hurt any of her NCIS family would they? She would understand if they did not want to take her back but she needed assurance that they would not hurt any of them. If it were anyone else in the world that was forcefully yet gently thrusting her forward then perhaps a promise from them would calm her. To her father the word promise meant nothing unless used in a threat. She would know. "You will not kill me?" she questioned not hiding around the bush. Or was around the shrub? Perhaps tree? She would have to ask Tony when she saw-If she saw him again.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Your cooperation," Ziva sighs at those words. Of course she did not want to help him destroy a country she had come to love greatly. The country which held the people she loved more.

"I can not promise you that."

"And I can not promise that you or your friends will not be harmed."

"I know. You can promise nothing." A few years ago Ziva would have never dared say a thing like that to him but as she walked slowly, tiredly, and angrily towards yet another black she did not hide her thoughts, her feelings yes, but it was time for him to hear harsh words that described the pain he had inflicted upon her throughout her life. Ziva searched her mind for the correct American idiom but was lost on what it was but she did know one thing. It was time he understood what he had done to her. He had broken Ziva.

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Frustrated did not even begin to describe how Gibbs felt as he slammed the door to the director's office. Sylvia jumped in her seat at the sudden loud noise and nodded at Gibbs as he walked by signaling that she understood. After all she could hear most of Gibbs' side of the conversation. He quickly made his way down the stairs and walked into the squad room. "You two had better have something!" he demanded but finds that he is yelling at nothing but an empty room. "Where the hell'd they go?" Gibbs asks himself and then walks over to the elevator slamming the button to go down to the lab. He paces in the elevator as he once again runs desperately through his mind on what to do.

He was pissed at Ziva for not telling him about this when it all started. He was angry with DiNozzo for not telling him as soon as he figured it out like they had agreed. and he was also pissed at Ziva for leaving to go for a run while she knew there was trained Mossad assasins trying to capture her. Right now, though none of that really seemed to matter. What mattered was finding her alive and unharmed, then he'd be pissed at her. First he had to worry, hope, pray and fear. Then he could be angry. If they found her in time that is.

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"Stay here for a moment with Michael," Ziva's father says and she nods. She had been placed into his office and Michael goes to sit down in the chair across from the desk while she remains standing with her hands still useless to her. She tried her best not to move them too much from the extreme pain that would shoot through them when anything came into contact with the new painful friction burns that circled her entire wrist from the previous tightness of the item. Ziva worried as she stood in the place she had spent much time in only a couple months ago. There was no way to find her and who knows how Gibbs would be able to stop the terrorist attack. Even if they miraculously found her she could not tell them what his plans were or how to stop them. She only knew that whatever it was it must be very very destructive and she was sure it had taken a large amount of planning. Who knows how long her father had been working on this? It could be years. It could still be a long while before he executed it or he could be doing so at this very moment. She did not know.

Michael watched her like a hawk noting her every movement, every expression, every blink or breath she took. Ziva despised this man. Had she once said she loved him? Yes. Had she once, or actually many more times than that, physically told him she loved him? Absolutely. Did she love him now? No. Did she love him then? Not even for a second. Yet as he sat there with a smug smile and a blank expression Ziva remembered their actions, their moments, secrets, everything. It was a mistake that she made during one of the most confusing and worst times of her life. Of course where on the list of worst moments she did not know but it was up there. He knew he could take control of her vulnerability and he did just that. She was so hungry and desperate for the familiarity of comfort and love that she took any opportunity for it. Yet everything they did, every touch, kiss, caress, it was empty. Every word spoken meant nothing, at least not to her. Maybe that is why he was doing this to her now. Torturing her. In his eyes maybe she deserved it. In her eyes she did deserve it. Yet she still did not want to endure it.

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"There's not much here," McGee comments as he and Tony begin bag and tagging the very few items in the abandoned building. They had nothing more aside from rope and two chairs and McGee doubted that they would be able to get anything from them but of course that did not matter. If it gave in the slightest hint of where Ziva may be it was more important than thousands of dollars.

"There is something here though, right?"

"Yeah Tony, maybe we can get something off of this stuff," McGee says just wanting to help Tony. This was hard on all of them but it was even harder on Tony, he loved Ziva. Whether he admit it or not, he loved her. "What'd you guys do with the body anyways?"

"Ducky came and got him, Probie. What did you think we did with him burn him?" Tony questions sarcastically and keeps his mouth shut on how Tony was contradicting himself since he always told Ziva to stop with the sarcasm.

"Did Ducky find anything?"

"Yeah. The guy's dead," Tony says as he covers one of the chairs in plastic and awkwardly lifts it wincing slightly at the pain that goes through his shoulder from where he was almost shot last week.

"Well I was just wondering about the ID or something I-"

"Probie, shush," Tony says and holds his finger up listening intently for the sound he'd heard moments ago. The sound happens again and Tony identifies it as a sneeze coming from the corner of the building behind a few boxes. Tony and McGee both draw their guns and quietly begin making their way over there neither sure of what to expect. "Freeze NCIS!"

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Yes that is right another cliff hanger. Sorry if this wasn't that great of a chapter it was sort of a filler for some of the bigger things to come next week. Meanwhile try and guess who it is behind the boxes I love to see if you guys can figure it out. Have a great week :)