Eli sat, playing with his knife much like his daughter commonly did. He was still contemplating on whether an execution was going to be necessary tonight, or if he would be able to hold it off until the mission was completed tomorrow. His daughter continued to share looks with Agent DiNozzo, it was rather interesting to watch the two interact. They were so silent yet it looked like they were having an entire conversation. He had never seen such a thing. His daughter had clearly developed feelings for this man, one of the reasons he allowed him to sit next to his daughter. It was a great aid in her cooperation. Had he not had this ability he would have killed her many hours ago. She would not participate in anything he had been trying to do before Tony had come. No doubt his daughter would have killed herself before strapping the bomb on and willingly going to that dinner. It upset him that she no longer felt true loyalty to Mossad. He had raised her to be strong and defend her country. Never did he think she would change the country that she protected. His sharp end of the spear had switched around and was now ready to stab him. That was one of the reasons that this had all begun.

The more his daughter had talked to Michael the more he knew her love and trust was in DC at NCIS. He had discovered that she had been the one who killed his son, his mole. He had found out that she was thinking, feeling, hoping, loving, trusting, not the right people and not the right way. The more he heard the more he knew it was only a matter of time. He had hope though, the longer she stayed in Israel the less she was talking about those back in DC. When she had realized his intentions and plans he knew it was over. Her first point was that she could not betray NCIS like that. He knew it was over right from there, he would not be able to persuade her from them. When she was called back to NCIS, a personal request from one of his friends, and current target, he was hesitant to let her go for what he was sure was going to be revealed. That's when he began scheming though and the more he thought about it the more sense it made. He had created the perfect plan and still held a back-up plan, simple and automatic death. It did not surprise him in the least when she told though, he had seen it coming all along. His daughter's dedication to NCIS was so very obvious even a blind man could see it and the deaf could hear it.

She was his last child, his last attempt of the perfect officer. Ari had been making him proud for many years until he had become angry and resentful. The boy held too much of his mother's fire in him. However Eli still believed that he would make a brilliant mole. Then his son betrayed every agency on the East, and then he was dead. Eli had seen that coming, someone would catch up to him eventually. Tali was a failure from the start, too sweet, too caring, too cute, too admiring, too busy looking for the kind to see the evil. He had hoped the death of her mother would toughen the child up. It did nothing but make her weaker though. The bomb blast...It was Not planned but when he learned of it he did not hold the desire to prevent her death, so he did not. He had held so much hope in his eldest daughter, his Ziva. She had been trained well and was passionate about the missions she was on. That was the best thing she could believe in. Allowing her to go to NCIS had been his worst mistake, Eli believed. It softened her up to, emotions became important to her, and hardened her to him and Mossad.

Eli loved his children, despite what some people may think of him. He was trying to raise them to be strong so they would be able to survive in this cold, hard world. Mossad was the obvious choice for them, they would be a part of something big and their deaths would have meaning. That had not worked for his first two, but for Ziva he very well could have had that opportunity. His daughter had made him proud in the past, made him believe she would be strong enough to reach all that he had envisioned for his children. Now she had lost that ability. There was no way she would be resolute to make it. It made him sad that his only child left would be another let down. All he had aspired for his children was lost.

Hannah was nothing but the result of the misuse of a contraceptive. A rather inconvenient mistake. Ari had never known of her and Eli was just going to ignore the child. Her ima died though so he handed her over to a woman, the two of them had plans for Hannah, bigger plans than Eli had ever bothered making for his children. The woman he had given her to was an ally and owed him a favor. She unhappily took the baby and she and her mother were to raise Hannah until she was old enough to accomplish what her father had failed at doing. Her father was half-Arabian, her mother full. It would be brilliant. Eli hoped things would have changed somewhat by the time she was older though, he hated redundant things. Hannah was seeming too much like Tali at the moment though. He was sure she would toughen with age but he may have to start caring for her in order for that to happen. She was left with her savta too much, that woman did not know how to discipline correctly.

Eli smiled over at his daughter. Ziva glared back, best she could, in response. She was currently working unknotting her ropes. It was going rather well to her surprise. Of course it had probably been an hour since she started. The hand cuffs would be a bit trickier without her normal lock picking tools. Tony had pulled a paper clip out of his back pants pocket which would have to do. She could not help but smile when she remembered when she had threatened his life with a paper clip. Tony seemed to remember that too as he smiled back.

Michael walked in, along with another man from the car. Aron, she believed his name to be. Eli stood up and set the knife down on the chair. He turned and walked over to the men, speaking in rapid Hebrew to them. Ziva did not bother to listen though. She was much too busy loosing the last knot on the rope, lose enough so she could easily take it off when the time called for it but tight enough so that it did not fall to the floor. Next were the cuffs, slowly she pulled the paper clip so that the end was long and easy to maneuver. She began playing with the lock, twisting the paper clip this way and that. She and Tony heard the click, it echoed some, and her breath hitched. Tony began to cough, not overly done, just right. She flashed him a grateful smile as the three men's attentions were drawn back to their conversation. Now came the hard part on figuring out how to do three things at once. Get up from her seat, grab the knife, and attack. All without attracting the attention of the three Mossad agents and killing all three of them before they had the reflexes quick enough to grab their guns and delivering a nine-mil to her head...Well at least she had accomplished one more thing before her death.

Tony looked at her, signaling her with his eyes. Are you going to do something?! They practically seemed to scream. He could see the "No" in her eyes. I understand. I'd rather you didn't anyways. Of course he did. He was totally okay with dieing it seemed, that really urkled her.

That's when it all started happening. Just as she had been replying with annoyed eyes she saw Director David's head whip around and then all three of the men dodge. Her eyes immediately searched to find what had startled them so much. Then they found it. Gibbs? McGee? How? When? She didn't have time to think though. Too much was happening too quick for that.

Guns were drawn and all were taking guard. Eli jumped up first and began shooting, not letting fear hold him back. Gunshots were loud and echoing, and Ziva didn't hesitate in getting up from the chair and grabbing the knife. Life or death, now or never; she chose life and now. Someone went down. Aron was first, McGee had successfully double tapped him in the chest. Then she saw Gibbs shoot at Eli, missing him by a few inches as the man dodged and Michael was the receiver of four bullets to the chest.

Then it happened. One of the many, many things she had feared. Gibbs was shot, falling immediately. McGee was quickly trying to reload his gun but his hands were shaking causing it to be more difficult. "Ziva!" Gibbs screamed to her, waking her from thoughts and forcing her to refocus. She dodged in time to be missed by one of her father's bullets. She dropped her knife and crawled over to Gibbs' gun. The moment was short, not like she had imagined it. Her father's eyes and gun were trained on her. This moment, one she had been expecting and waiting for, it was not as she had imagined. She had not expected to be laying on a cold floor with blood seeping out of Gibbs' shoulder. It was not supposed to be her job to take out her father, a brother had been enough. She scrambled to her feet and ran behind some boxes, taking shelter, trying to prolong the moment. She saw what was happening though, her father turned his gun to Tony. Immediately she pulled the trigger watching simultaneous actions happened. The trigger was pulled from her father's gun, Tony had swerved his weight causing the chair to fall to the left and her aba lay motionless on the ground with blood slowly pooling out and forming around his head. She dropped the gun, the item suddenly felt foreign in her hand, and then she collapsed.

The door opened again, on the other side as two more of her father's men came in. Both were taken out by McGee. Then somehow, she didn't know how nor did she care, Tony was at her side. She did not cry, no tears would be cried at this moment, she just stayed on the ground her legs not able to hold her up at this moment. She did not know what to do. She did not know what to think. Her breathing was short and raspy as it came in and out, loud too. She did not know why she was breathing through er mouth but it was making a strange noise, like gasping for air that she couldn't properly fill her lungs with. Tony placed his arm around her shoulders, now greatly concerned for Ziva as she began to shake violently. It seemed to bring her back though. She lifted her head up," Gibbs," she said and her eyes scanned the room until they found what they had been looking for. The man who was always strong, never hurt was still on ground with McGee hovering over him and placing his jacket to Gibbs' wound. His left shoulder had been shot, but he seemed to be okay as he complained to McGee that he better get off of him now. The junior field agent didn't oblige though.

"He'll be fine. He's had a lot worse," Tony assured her. She needed to relax some. "A couple ambulances are on the way. We'll get you both to the hospital."

"I am f-" she starts to say but sees no point in it. Ziva buries her face in her hands for a moment before pulling them away and wiping the non-existent tears. "Are you okay?" she says instead. No point in starting the lies again.

"I'm gonna have one hell of a bruise but aside from that I'll be fine." Ziva opens her mouth to ask of McGee but Tony answers before she can ask. "Probie's fine. Clearly he's being having a lot of target practice. Kid did good."

"Yes," she agrees not capable of much else at the moment.

"Abby might have a panic attack though. I think she'll be at the hospital before any of us will."

Normally Ziva would have smiled at that. She was too numb to smile right now. She would go through the cycles and then maybe she could start to feel again. It was going to start with a lot of hurt though. "You are bleeding," she observes, pointing to his torn shirt sleeve and the small amount of blood that was coming from his cut.

"I'm fine. A little blood leakage never hurt anyone."

Ziva sighed. Her mind didn't want to start sorting things out right now, she wanted to sleep. "I am sorry, Tony." That was one thing she needed to say to everyone as much as possible.

"Its over, Ziva. Its all over," he reminds her and she is glad the first emotion back is happiness, however short lived it may have been. They hear the sirens and sit silence as they grow closer. It may not have ended well. It may leave quite few scars, both physical and emotional. It was finished. They could breath, soon enough at least. Survival had been accomplished, it had ended and it had ended the right way. He knew that for sure as he felt Ziva's warm live body next to him, saw Gibbs' tired and irritated eyes from across the room and heard McGee trying to reassure Abby. It was over, it was good, it was sad, it was broken, it was hurt, it was life, and it never got better than that.

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Thirty-six chapters, 90,000 words and this is how it is resolved...Seems rather anti-climatic. Actually I think I hate this chapter the most out of all of them. That's saying a lot. Let me know your thoughts, pretty please. I love reviews and they've been lacking. Now I'm not one to beg but could you all please just leave something, anything, to tell me what you thought? It makes my day, literally. I get all smiley when I have an inbox filled with reviews.

I was actually originally going to take the weekend off...That worked out well. There are still a couple chapters left and maybe an epilogue. I haven't made up my mind yet. I hope you liked this crappy piece I'm falsely labeling a chapter. Have a good day :)