Tony may love planes with all of the fancy accessories and on any other occasion would be excitedly pointing out all the amazing details of the expensive and small plane they were on but instead of the usual chatter and teasing between Tony and McGee and Gibbs' eye rolls and head slaps they sat in silence. Nervousness was treated as awkwardness as the three agents sat in their respective seats. McGee chewed on peanuts, Gibbs was staring at his cell phone apparently expecting it to just do what he wanted it to do like the his agents did and Tony, once again, fell into his thoughts and wonderings. He hated this, all the thinking and the "what ifs". He hated what ifs. Hate them with a passion and yet they constantly ran through his mind. The little negative voice that followed every positive thought. What if she's already dead? What if there is nothing you can do to help her? What if right now in Israel they're hurting her and beating her but you aren't there to help her? What if you really and truly did fail her? What if she hates you for it? They wouldn't stop and it got to the point where he wanted to put his hands over his ears and just yell for them to stop. He couldn't even think of what he would do if he lost her too. He just couldn't imagine placing her picture on his dresser. He remembered what she had told him one night when they had been watching a movie and they began talking about Tali, "There are very few who deserve to die, but there are also so few who really deserve to live. Tali was one of them." Ziva was knew very well that she could take care of herself but everyone needs help at one point or another. Whether they say so or not is up to them.

Gibbs began to smack the phone against the arm of the chair in frustration as it continued to refuse to turn on. Of course more of the frustration was coming from what their current operation was. Save Ziva. Of all things he had investigated and dealt with during the last eighteen years as an NCIS agent this was one he never thought he'd be doing. Especially this certain situation. Gibbs could not even begin to comprehend how someone could be trying to murder their very own daughter. Especially after they had already lost two other children. How could you possibly even begin to think of killing your child despite what they would do or say. In Gibbs' mind it did not matter if your daughter was trying to push you off a cliff, he could never switch sides and push her down in order to save himself. It was not possible, yet here her own father was using everything he could to murder his own daughter, own baby girl, own little princess. Suddenly the phone had gone from Gibbs' hand to against the wall on the other side of the plane and fell to the floor with a thump. Gibbs would have done anything to save his own daughter, own baby girl, own princess and that should be what Ziva's father is trying to do. No matter what.

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Abby and Ducky were in Abby's lab watching Hannah. Of course, they were both waiting for her to do something for them to watch. She sat completely still with a completely stone set expression and barely even answered the questions that the forensic scientist and medical examiner asked. Abby had never even seen anyone sit so still in their life never mind a little girl doing so. Ducky had seen quite a few people do so, they were all dead but they were very still. Abby felt the urge to go hop on a treadmill as she watched the statue of a child. She ran through a list of various things she could do with Hannah but since the first twenty-eight suggestions had been declined Abby doubted that Hannah would suddenly get excited about testing DNA or selecting random objects to put in the maspectrometer to test what chemicals were contained in that certain random item. One of Abby's favorite thing to do when she was without actual work. Ducky had also thought of several things to do with Hannah but only Abby got excited at the prospect of going to get ice cream. Eventually they had given up and instead just sat there watching her watch the back wall.

"We could go take a tour?" Abby suggested as more of a question than an actual suggestion. In her surprise Hannah looked up at her and answered.

"I do not need a baby sleeper," Hannah tells her and Abby suppresses a laugh.

"We know, dear," Ducky says but obviously neither of them make any move to leave.

"I can protect myself," she tells them and they exchange looks. Where had they heard that comment before?

"We're not here for protecion," Abby tells the little girl since if she needed protection they might want to put her with someone who had a gun instead of a sixty year old medical examiner and the scientist who has nearly been killed herself many times. "We're here to keep you company."

"I company myself most of the time at home. I do not need company here," she tells them and Abby frowns at the idea of a little girl all alone for most of the time during her day.

"Well, I need someone to keep me company," Abby tells her.

"Ah, yes me too. Bodies always listen well but someone who talks back to me is even better."

Hannah stares up at the two strange, yet very kind people who stood in front of her. She knew that savta would not like it if she played with them. She knew that her savta would be even angrier if she found out that she was helping them. She was taught to help only herself, worry of others was pointless and would do nothing but get her killed but Hannah liked helping people and making them feel better. She often wished that someone would want to help her. Maybe they wanted to help her and if she helped them and they helped her then...Savta would hate it even more but what savta did not know could not murder her, right? "What is a tour?"

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Nights were tiring to Ziva. As ridiculous as that is nights absolutely exhausted her. If you could actually sleep then they were okay. If you could sleep peacefully they were great but on the nights when you could not sleep it was torturous. At home she could read a book or, if she was with Tony, watch a movie but tonight she could none of that. The magazine had already been read, at least the parts that she found remotely interesting. The best prices on menorahs was not exactly her choice for a good read. Then all she was left to do was lay in silence. God how she had grown to hate silence. It had come to the point where she would rather listen to nails scratching on a chalkboard then listen to the sound of nothing for one more second. She had no choice though. Even after an endless string of memories and many tears and even more prayers she was desperate to be lulled into a sleep. A sleep of any kind, whether it be a restless one where you wake up feeling even more tired than you did when you fell asleep or the kind of sleep where you hear, smell and feel nothing. The kind where you dream, dream of terrible things or of blissful things, or the kind where you wake up and all you remember is falling asleep. Whether it be like when you seem to have slept for days or when it feels as though you blink your eyes and it is another day. She did not care. She just wanted to sleep. The silence from sleep and the silence from life were two totally different things and despite her many attempts to change the silence of one for another she had, so far, not been successful.

It was getting to the point where she would do anything to end this terrible feeling. The feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. The feeling of being alone and stalked only by her demons. The feeling of falling. Falling into a bottomless pit, falling that did not stop, never ended. The kind where you try to grab onto something to save yourself but then you realize there is nothing to grab, nothing to stop the falling that never ended. She wanted it to end. Even if at the end there was no one to catch her it had to be better than to be falling so far that you can not see where you fell from and yet still not be able to see where you are going to land.

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Tony had been in Israel for a few minutes before his mind declared something to him. "Be very, very grateful that you live in America." It was very hot and no one was all that friendly. They would get a various amount of glares as they drove down the dusty roads. That was most likely because they were American though. Currently they were just looking on a place to stay for a few nights until they could return home. With Ziva. No one knew they were coming and Gibbs had not even told Leon that they were going to Israel and he intended to keep it that way. Gibbs had briefed Vance on nothing except his dislike for him. If the director had any suspicions Ducky and Abby were supposed to cover for them. Gibbs knew he could trust them but he was still a little weary on leaving the secret to those two.

They knew that very little sleeping would actually be done until Ziva was found but they still needed a place to put their things and take a shower if they desired to do so. Once they had found a place and checked in they grabbed the items that were necessary and all climbed back into the truck. "So where do you think we should look?" Tony asks and Gibbs turns and looks at Tony.

"Well I don't know, DiNozzo. Where would you keep someone that you've kidnapped?"

"A place where they wouldn't be found," Tony says logically.

"And where would they not be found?" Gibbs asks but is met with a blank stare.

"Somewhere that someone wouldn't look," McGee answers after a few seconds of no response.

"Was that your question, Probie?" Tony asks and McGee's eyebrows furrow together at the question.

"Uh, no. No it wasn't."

"Exactly, no one likes a show off. Somewhere that someone wouldn't look for them, boss," Tony says to Gibbs adding the boss for good measure. He braces himself for a headslap but the familiar feeling of a stinging sensation is missing as Gibbs turns the key in the engine and when nothing happens turns it again so the engine roars to life.

"Good thinking, McGee. Now where's a place where you wouldn't think to look for her?" Gibbs asks and is now met by two blank expressions.

"Um, not the places you would look for her?" McGee asks and Tony does the honor of head slapping him. Gibbs says nothing just stares at both of them for a better, and less obvious, answer.

"In an obvious place," Tony suggests.

"And what would be classified as obvious?"

Tony frowns as yet another trick question is throw his way. "Do we loose points if we say we don't know?"

"No, you gain them," Gibbs says and they once again stare at him confused. "I'd rather hear that you didn't know than an answer that makes as much sense as cell phones that doesn't turn on."

"So where should we look?" McGee asks.

"Well maybe if we went to where her father works we might be able to figure something out."

"You think she could be there?" Tony asks and Gibbs sighs as he puts the truck in drive.

"Right now I wouldn't be surprised if we found her in Paraguay."

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"Is that good?" Ducky asks as Hannah takes a bite off of a candy bar that he bought her from the vending machine.

"Yes, to da," Hannah tells him. They had gone to look at the lab and autopsy and they had also gone to alot of offices and, per Hannah's request, looked at the firearms. However the request for her to use one had to be denied. Their last stop was getting a snack at the vending machines and then they would return back to the squad room where the three of them were going to play Go Fish which they first had to teach Hannah how to play.

"So how can you speak English so well?" Abby asks even though she made many mistakes for five, which is how old she told them she was, she did rather well with it.

"My savta teached it so I could be in Mossad when I was oldest," she tells them.

"Do you want to be in Mossad?" Abby asks her an she crooks her finger for Abby to come closer, as though she has a secret to share.

"My Aba was in Mossad but I learned that he betrayed Mossad for Hamas. Then a man shoot him for betraying Mossad. That is what happens when you betray something, they shoot you or sometimes they will blow you up. My saba was blew up so now my savta is alone," Hannah tells Abby sadly and Abby feels the need to hug the little girl and ever so cautiously and gently wraps her arms around Hannah who, instead of shrinking away melts into the embrace.

"She has you," Abby tells her.

"She no love me. No one loves me." Abby finds herself choking up and her vision is blurred by the tears that begin building in her eyes. She is even more surprised when she feels little drops of water fall onto her shirt. She picks Hannah up and moves over to a chair where she sits down the little girl clinging to Abby through the movement. Both Abby and Ducky wanted to think of something comforting to say. Something that could help her but they could think of nothing so their they sat Abby holding her close as she sobbed and Ducky brushing her hair back away from her face and running his hands calmingly through it. Somebody must love her right? Abby asked herself not believing that this precious little girl could honestly not have anyone who told her that they loved her. It broke Abby's heart to think that that was very likely and it broke her heart even more that all Hannah needed was a hug to completely break down. All she needed was to have someone to care for a minute to start crying because the feeling was so nice that she wanted to keep it with her forever and so as Abby sat there tightly embracing her small and fragile body she tried to remember this feeling of someone caring so that she could keep it with her forever. She liked this feeling, she needed it.

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Sorry if this chapter was a little on the short side I didn't have as much time to write as I thought I would but hopefully it's still okay! This chapter was basically just a filler before all the big and climatic stuff next chapter so if it was a little on the 'blah' side that's why.