One hour and a grocery cart full of garlic, brown rice and the rest of ingredients necessary for Kunsyaya Rice later. Tony and Ziva had made their way to the front of the checkout line. Ziva watched as the items scrolled by her on the conveyer belt and picked up a box of Twinkies and holding it mere centimeters from Ton's face.

"What are these?" she questions and Tony lowers the box so he could look at her.

"You're kidding right?" Tony asks incredulously.

"I do not commonly kid, Tony."

"How long have you lived in America?" he questions as though he is testing her.

"Over three years,"" she tells him and begins taking bags from the cashier and replacing them in the cart.

"And during that entire time in America you have never, not even once, have a creamed filled treat from Hostess?"

"I honestly do not see what is so surprising about that. I am not much for sugar anyways."

"Trust me, Zi," Tony says the nickname rolling naturally off of his tongue. "You'll like these," he tells her and then hands the box to the checkout girl. "We'll take these too."

Ziva rolls her eyes and tries to slide her credit card through the machine. Nothing happens so she tries again.

"Oh, sorry the machines broken I have to enter the number by hand,"she says and Ziva passes the card to the young cashier who slowly begins punching the number in. Ziva is then handed the piece of paper and a pen to write her signature. She scribbles her name on the paper and takes a flyer from the area where the bags are set. She flips the paper over using the opportunity to somewhat inform Tony. She hands the pen and the now signed paper back to the cashier and subtly hands the other paper to Tony. He looks at her questionably but opens it cautiously to see three words that were clearly written quickly.

Mic.

GPS.

Followed.

He nodded to show his understanding and folded the note, placing it in his pocket. He smiles at the checkout girl and takes the bag with Twinkies from her telling her to "have a good day too," before she even has the chance to say the usual farewell to customers. He sprints for a moment to catch up to Ziva who was nearly out the door. "Whoa, freeze," Tony says and grabs her arm swinging her back next to him. She stops and gives him a look that could, most likely, make a dog drop dead.

"What, is Tom Cruiser here or something?" she questions and then Tony turns her ninety degrees so that instead of facing him she is facing a large lit up display of movies you could rent for a dollar.

"It's Tom Cruise and look," Tony says gesturing wildly to the movies.

"They are movies, yes? You can get them for a dollar. I see it every time I go to the grocery store," she tells him her voice bored and annoyed.

"I need to go grocery shopping then," Tony tells her and pulls a dollar bill from his pocket, his eyes scanning the display for a movie that he has not yet seen but actually wants to at the same time.

"You own most of these, Tony," Ziva says, making no move to hide her impatience. She was being followed and was supposed to blow herself and the president up in a week and Tony was worried about getting a good movie. It was actually humerus to her how after all that had happened and all that was still going on, the fear, the torture, things just returned to how they were before she was taken. The stress was left behind and worries were forgotten. He had a power over her, one of which she hated to admit. She would admit to fear and to sadness before she would admit to how much she needed him by her side. She hated herself for it and would constantly tell herself that she needed to stand on her own. She could not though, his smile and idiotic, yet very caring, loving and passionate ways made her so weak to him. The more she tried to block him out the more she ended up letting him in.

"Ziva? Hey Zi you still here? You know on earth," Tony asks since he'd asked her a question a couple minutes ago and was still yet to get an answer. He waved his hand in front of her face and she grabbed it locking it tightly behind his back and pinning him against the video dispenser. "Uncle! Uncle!" he yells wincing in pain.

"Oh, I am sorry Tony you caught me off guard," Ziva says realizing how stupid that was since he had been standing right next to her having a conversation.

"No I think I caught you very much on guard," he says his voice strained since she had not yet let go. "Release anytime. Preferably sooner than later."

"Oh, yes," she says and lets go of his arm and he rotates his shoulder around a few times, a pained expression written across his face. "You do not need to be such a drama queen."

"I think you mean drama king, Zee-vah," Tony says and she gives him a slight smile scanning him up and down.

"I know what I said. Are you finished yet?" she asks and Tony sends her a glare before depositing the dollar bill into the machine and selecting an action movie he had already seen in theaters but was more than willing to watch again.

"Haven't you ever heard that patience is a virtue?" he asks and Ziva furrows her eyebrows together giving him a confused look. "Never mind," he says and plops the movie in the cart as they walk out the door.

"Never has it taken me so long to get grocery's," Ziva says when she realizes just how much time they had spent in the store.

"My dad used to go to the store and spend more than an hour there but come home without the one thing he went to get," Tony tells and laughs a little. "Of course he was usually drunk when he went so that didn't help."

Ziva looks over at him sadly and gives him a sympathetic smile. "Perhaps that is why you can tolerate these," she says giving the Twinkies box a skeptical look.

"They are not just tolerated, they are favorted," Tony tells her and for the twentieth time this week she rolled her eyes and sat down in the driver's seat. "Must you insist on driving?" Tony asked self-debating with himself if he should go get a plastic bag from the back. After the first he had let her drive, well he made sure to be extra cautious.

"Yes, hence the term insist," she says and does not even let Tony finish buckling his seat belt before whipping out of the parking spot and pulling on to the main road without even looking both ways, or one way.

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"I can't believe they're using Hannah, Hannah of all people, as bait!" Abby exclaims. Her and McGee were sitting down in the lab. Abby slurping away on her favorite caffinated drink and McGee with one of his latte, extra-shot espresso double-foam mocha, peppermint, cheesecake, holiday special, coffee or something along the lines of that.

"You don't know that for sure, Abby," McGee reminds her. "Gibbs himself said that it was just a theory."

"Yes, Tim a theory that makes a lot of sense. Especially since no one else has come up with anything!" she says and stands up beginning a pace in her lab, the coveted caf-pow still being slurped.

"I can tell," Hannah said from the doorway. She had heard Abby and McGee talking. She wondered why they didn't just ask her why she was there.

"You know?" Abby asked and Hannah moved her head slowly up and down.

"You can learned lots of things if you listen careful," she tells Abby. Abby smiles and takes her hand leading her over to one of the stools and picks her up setting her on the chair.

"What did you learn Hannah?" Abby asks hoping that maybe they could get some answers.

"My Ima was talking to the man who brought me here and they were talking different. It not Hebrew I think French," she says.

"Do you know what they said though?" McGee asks.

"A little. My Ima told the man I couldn't go way, it would not go well. She said it was very important I did not go. The man said something about danger, that I had to go way," she tells them her eyes wide and innocent. "He said that Israel would get better if I went. Ima said that if I go I not come back to her." Hannah sat with a look of concentration on her face. She knew a lot of English but only a little French. The rest of what she could translate would offer them close to nothing "I can remember the rest in French. That is all," she tells them. Sounding ashamed of this fact.

"Can you tell us what it was?" McGee asks her and Abby gives him a surprised look.

"You speak French?"

"I took Introduction to French in high school," he tells her and Hannah stares between the pair.

"I think I can tell. First my Ima talked," she says and then tries her best to remember the conversation. Hannah slowly begins to pronounce the first word trying her best to use the French accent. The accent, along with the languages, had been taught to her. "Je nu suis pas."

McGee stares at her and then the words cycle through his mind and he says the words in English, "I do not care," McGee says and nods encouragingly for her to go on.

"Si elle vit ou meurt."

McGee stays silent, "Is this still your Ima talking?"

"Ken," she answers and McGee turns taking a sheet of paper and writing the words down and passing them to Abby.

If she lives or dies.

"Si vous envoyer em Amérique, tout sera détruit."

If you send her to America everything will be ruined.

"Je ne voulais pas lui en premier lieu."

I did not want her in the first place.

"Je faisais une faveur pour vous, Eli."

I was doing you a favor, Eli.

McGee looks at her but instead of speaking more French she looks at him. Her eyes were filled with worry and McGee feared that she had figured out what her own mother, to her anyways, had said about her. "Am I doing okay?" she asks instead and Abby gives her a geunine smile.

"Your doing great, Hannah."

Hannah smiles back and continues once again announcing it syllable by syllable. "Ari's girl a déjà occupé un trop grand nombre de choses."

Ari's girl has already figured too many things out.

"Envoyer à l'Amérique et ses elle apprendre encore plus."

Send her to America and she will learn even more.

"Vous ne connaissez pas ses capacités."

You do not know her capabilities.

"Elle va déterminer ce que vous allez faire et elle va trouver un moyen de sortir, elle le dira. Nous avons ici de la tuer."

She will figure out what you are going to do and she will find a way out, she will tell. We have to kill her here.

Abby and McGee exchange a look of concern and then both stare back at Hannah wondering if she knew what she was saying. Her expression is the same as before but the next they know her lower lip has begun to quiver and her eyes have filled with tears. She tries to get down from the stool but ends up falling, however makes no move to get up. Soon her hiccups of sobs are heard in the room and as Abby approaches her trying to pull her into a hug Hannah immediately swats her away. Abby's taken back by surprise at both the small girl's strength and the fact that she had shoved her away. Hannah's small frame shook violently and droplets of water continued to fall to the floor each one splattering across the cold tile. Watching Hannah, on her knees with her hair covering her face, was almost too much. It was not fair for this to have happened to her, she was so young and yet filled with so much pain and bitterness. A child should not know hatred, not towards others and not towards herself.

Gibbs walks in and his eyes go from McGee's worried and confused stare to Abby's hurt and sad look and then to Hannah. Suddenly she sprints up from the ground but with the tears impairing her vision she ends up running right into Gibbs. He lowers down to her level and she backs up her tear-stained heart breaking eyes staring back into his. Gibbs makes no move towards her just stares back into her eyes, as though he could communicate to the child. The sobs continued and the tears streamed out steadily from her face but her eyes stay trained on his. Then, just as suddenly as she had begun to run, she throws her arms around Gibbs and burys her face into his shirt. Gibbs gently wraps his arms around her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She begins to cry things out in Hebrew. Gibbs isn't sure if it is because it's her native language or so that they will not know what it is she is saying. The word "Ima" is spoken several times.

Abby hands him the paper and Gibbs' eyes quickly scan it and he then refocuses his attention on the sobbing girl. "No one. Will hurt you." Gibbs punctuates his each part as if making his point stronger. "I. Will not let them. You. Can not. Let them."

"She no love me," Hannah says. "My Ima no love me."

"I know someone who will love you very much once she gets to know you. You and I are going to make sure that she gets to know you," Gibbs says trying to calm the close to hysterical child. Slowly the loud sobs became quiet sniffles and Gibbs waits, for who knows how long, until the sniffles have also subsided before pulling her away and looking at her.

"Don't leave daddy, please don't leave," Kelly cried as he held her close to him.

The words echoed through his head at the reminder of the similar conversation he had once had with Kelly. One also filled with tears and pain. "How about we get you something to drink?" Gibbs suggests and Hannah nods her head taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping away the remainder of tears and snot. She takes Gibbs' hand and he leads her out of the lab she quickly turns back and hugs Abby, "sorry," she says and pulls away once again taken Gibbs' large hand in her own small one.

McGee and Abby just share a look and then Abby gives him a small smile before pulling up his favorite online game, except she had her own character. McGee brings up the same sight on a different computer and both give each other a defying look, "Go!" they yell at the same time and soon the room is filled with explosions and gun shots.

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Okay well I hate the end of this but I really just wanted to finish it. Also I must apologize because remember all that writing I was going to do while on vacation? Well see there are these things called evil plot bunnies and they sort of attacked my good plot bunnies meaning that I now have two chapters to two different stories all written up. No worries though because my good plot bunnies have there AK57s locked and loaded for the next the evil plot bunnies show up. Long story short, the story will be completed. I will then have to somehow select one story to write next. Stupid plot bunnies. I hope the chapter was alright and I swear that some progression will be made in the storyline next chapter. In fact the entire story should be over in another 5-7 chapters.

Anyways please review and have a great weekend :)