"Tell me what you've got, Duck," Gibbs says once he's entered autopsy. He would have been there sooner but screaming at the director caused him to have a slight set back. He stares down at the Israeli man who is laying cut open on the cold, hard slab.

"Well not much, Jethro. He had his appendix removed and was currently recovering from a gun shot wound."

"That one right there?" Gibbs questioned pointing his finger at the bullet that had killed the man.

Ducky smiles but shakes his head and lifts the man's arm to reveal a still slightly opened wound, "That one."

"How old was he?" Gibbs questioned. The man could be no older than his early twenties. It reminded Gibbs of a few years ago when he shot the young man who was posing as Kate's killer. He remembered the words he had spoken to Jenny on the situation. How his purpose was to die so Ari could live. This man was sent to die so that Ziva could be murdered.

"According to spinal growth, no older than eighteen or nineteen," Ducky says. "So young and yet he willingly gave up his own life. Tell me why is that," Ducky questions the body and Gibbs is all ready to leave until the doctor speaks up again. "You will find her, Jethro."

"Is that a question or a statement?" Gibbs ask his voice low, almost a growl. Ducky stands and meets the marine in the eyes.

"A proclamation."

Gibbs keeps his eyes on the doctor and Ducky, unlike the others, does not back but merely stares back. After a few moments Gibbs turns and leaves nearly running into Palmer who quickly jumps out of the way. "Sorry, Agent Gibbs I-" he stops short seeing no reason in continuing to explain himself to the air.

"Perhaps it was because of those you worked with," Ducky says talking, once again, to the body.

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Five minutes more of being silently stared at by Michael Rivkin and Ziva was pretty sure she would willingly kill herself. He would not speak, nor would she. She dared not look at him, he dared not stop looking at her. She wanted to scream, "Haven't I been through enough!" but obviously knew better. Silence is what she had come to know throughout the past day or however long it had been when you dealt with the time difference and all the technicalities. All she knew is that it had been much too long, like a dream that you desperately want to wake up from but just can't seem to open your eyes and make it stop. Make the horrifying words be silent, make the sights disappear. The thing she hated most about her dreams is that there was no control over what she did with herself. Sometimes she would stand and be beaten, beaten by Ari, as he screamed at her asking how she could have possibly killed him after all he had done to protect her. She would not fight back, she would not try and justified herself, she would simply let him beat her. They say that dreams are composed of the subconsciousness own wishes and desires. Her dreams told her things about herself that even she did not know. Maybe she wanted to feel the justice of Ari beating her. Ziva oftenly questioned how she could have killed her own brother. If he was a monster than so was she, even if he was making terrible decisions, even if he was about to murder an innocent man. Ari was her family, she should have protected her family with everything within her.

The three of them, Ari, Ziva and Tali, were all that they had while growing up. Ziva and Tali's mother died when they were still young. Ziva was about nine and Tali only four, sadly as Tali grew older she remembered more about their mother whereas Ziva remembered less as the years wore on. Once Tali died it became just Ziva and Ari but by then Ari had already gone away to medical school. His mother died shortly after Tali passed and after that their conversations and his visits became fewer and farther apart. He was no longer a daily part of her life. Ziva was left on her own, alone without any help or guidance. She would have no one to turn to when things got unbearable and that is when she took her training to the absolute extreme. She took every lesson dead seriously and would practice every skill until it was nothing short of perfect. She strived to please herself but she knew from her dreams that she also strived to please her father and Ari. Once Ziva Had become part of Mossad her and Ari grew close again. Ziva saw a difference but ignored it. Blaming it on the amount of time they had spent apart. Then suddenly he was back in her life and he needed a favor, for her to prove his innocence to a certain group of people known as NCIS. The idea of once again going on adventures with her brother sounded fantastic to her and when she heard what it was he was being blamed for she was positive he had not done. She believed that she knew who Ari was and all in two minutes everything she thought she knew and could count on had changed.

She began to question what he had said about their father. When Gibbs asked her if she believed what Ari had said she gave the absolute honest answer, the same one that was constantly running through her mind. "No. Yes. Maybe." Now as she stood here, her hands immobile, her body battered, her heart broken, she had her answer. Yes.

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Tony and McGee stared in shock at who they saw huddled in the corner. They quickly holstered their guns and exchanged their looks of anger to ones of kindness. There, in the corner, sat a young Israeli girl. Her hair was matted and tangled, her clothes were dirty and rumpled, her face was blood stained with smudges of dirt all across it. Tony bent down to the small girls level and McGee did the same both offering a sympathetic smile. "Shalom," Tony says to her and she looks surprised at the man's usage of Hebrew. She studies him and does not take the hand he offers to help her up but eventually they hear a small voice saying, "Shalom," back to Tony. They took note that although she was in horrid conditions she had no tear streaks on her face, in fact if she were cleaner it would have been hard to even detect the abuse that was clearly imposed upon her. Her eyes move from Tony over to McGee who was just staring at her curiously with hundreds of questions running through his mind. "McGee, go call Gibbs and tell him what we've found," Tony says so that he will stop gawking at the young girl. She stared at him, her eyes showing little emotion but does give him a small half smile that, had you not of been watching, you never would have noticed. Tony once again offers his hand and she accepts it and he helps her to her feet. The girl is so small, as though she has not eaten in weeks. She can be no older than five or six. Tony tries to think of some of the Hebrew words he'd picked up over the last few years from Ziva but didn't think it'd be good to tell the little girl to shut up or have a nice trip. He knew goodnight and quite a few curses and thank you also. That's it thought, he always knew he should have paid more attention, not just with Hebrew but just about everything in general.

"Gibbs said to bring her back to NCIS," McGee says reappearing.

"Well let's get the stuff and go then, Probie," Tony says. He picks up one of the plastic wrapped chairs and McGee grabs the other along with the rope. Tony, still at loss for words just jerks his head signaling for the child to follow them.. She follows him and stands back and studies as the two of them try and maneuver the chairs into the small car. "I said left, Probie!"

"I'm trying Tony," he says as he tilts the chair a bit more to the right.

"Left! Didn't anyone ever teach you how to tell the difference?" Tony inquires since it seemed every time the told him to get left or right he went the opposite.

"It's hard to do anything when you guys are yelling at me."

"Probie! We're federal agents not extras on seaseme street."

"I know, I'm sorry. Wait, no I'm not," McGee quickly corrects and finally they manage to slide one chair in. As they go to pick up the next one they turn and see the young girl giggling at the animated argument between the two grown men.

"At least someone finds humor in this..." Tony says as once again they lift the chair and try to slide it into the space next to it. After some more struggle and a lot more screaming it finally squeezes in enough so they can slam the door shut. "Make a memo," Tony says panting from both the yelling and from maneuvering the chair. "hat next time we pick up any bulky physical evidence to bring the damn truck." They both get in on their sides and Tony starts the engine and just as he puts the car in drive remembers a rather important part of the evidence. He looks out his window to see her standing there staring at him. "Crap."

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"Okay Gibbs, you need to go hover somewhere else," Abby says as he, once again, stands over her shoulder as she, once again, tries to get a fix on Ziva's father's cell. Until Tony and McGee returned with the physical evidence she had nothing else to do and until Tony and McGee returned with the little girl Gibbs had nothing to do.

"I don't have anywhere else, Abs."

"Go yell more at the director. You know they say that it's good to get angry sometimes it can help lower your blood pressure. Because when you get angry you release stress and stress is the leading cause of heart attacks."

"I thought they said McDonalds was the leading cause for heart attacks?"

"Yeah well nine out of ten dentists recommend every single tooth paste ever created so try and figure that one out," Abby says and turns back to her computer as it once again tells her that the cell phone can not be traced. "You know I wonder what all of those extra dentists suggest. All of the ones that are left out."

"Maybe they suggest nothing."

"I like it. It's like they're trying to establish individuality or maybe they don't clean their teeth. Although that's kind of hypocritical but just about everyone is hypocritical when you think about it I mean-"

"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs says as he answers his phone interrupting Abby's senseless rant. "I'll be right up," he says and turns to leave.

"I'll see ya later, Abs thanks for letting me hang out here," Abby says in a deep voice before switching back to her own. "Your welcome Gibbs I had fun. Even if you do hover."

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The elevator dings and Tony turns to see Gibbs exit and make his way over to him and the young girl who was seated at Tony's desk. "Hi, boss. Abby get anything?"

"Yeah, DiNozzo, she found Ziva and they're french braiding hair downstairs in the lab," Gibbs says and looks at the little girl who stares back at him studying every detail and committing it to memory. "She speak any English?"

"I don't know," Tony replies since he had not even thought to ask her.

"Did you say anything to her?"

"Shalom."

Gibbs rolls his eyes and then kneels down to the girls level staring her in the eyes. "Do you speak any English?"

She stares at him for a moment, as though registering his words. "A little," she says her voice small but her accent thick.

"How did you get in that building?" Gibbs asked thankful that, as of yet, an interpreter was not necessary.

"A plane. It take me there and then a car."

"Do you remember the numbers and letters on the back of it?" Gibbs asks and she stops trying to remember the exact order of them and then how to say each one in English.

"One-Five-A-Seven-E-J," she reports to him and Gibbs nods at her rather impressed.

"You get that, DiNozzo? One-Five-Alpha-Seven-Echo-Juliet."

"Got it, boss," he says and goes over to Ziva's desk so he can put a BOLO out on it.

"What's your name?" Gibbs questions once he realizes that all they knew her as right now was "little girl".

"Hannah," she tells him pronouncing her 'H's' with a very clear Hebrew accent.

"That's a good name. What else can you remember about what was going on?"

"The man he was the..." she strays off trying to think of the correct English word but just says a Hebrew word.

"What's that, Gibbs?"

"Director. The man who took her was Ziva's father."

"Why?" Tony asks not understanding why someone would take a random child to America while going murder someone and then proceed to leave her behind. It just didn't make any sense. Unless they wanted them to find her.

"Don't ask me."

"He spoke me to stay out and to leave in after." Tony smiled if he thought Ziva's English was bad he was wrong. It was still good for someone so young though. "I heard him spoke when he was in."

"What did he say?" Gibbs asks hoping that maybe she could tell them some sort of clue as to where Ziva was.

"I only listened at the when he was next to the boar," she looked down but then stared right back into Gibbs' eyes which were kind yet still held there usual strength and stubbornness. "He said he would bring her to Israel."

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Okay so now Gibbs and Tony know where Ziva is. I really really don't like this chapter just due to the fact that I find it poorly written and I don't like the little girl plot but oh well it will have to do. Depends on what you guys think I may rewrite it if you also don't like it so let me know what you thought. Sorry if it did suck and I wasted your time. Have a good day :)