A/N: This chapter is quite short, since I had my mom's birthday to sort out, and also I had to end the chapter on a specific note. You will understand when you read it!
Tony ran after Ziva, dodging nurses and equipment to catch up with her; she was walking surprisingly fast. He grabbed her arm, but she shook his hand off impatiently.
"Go away, Tony." She said, carrying on walking and not even turning to face her. He pleaded with her to tell him what she was going to do, but she refused to tell him anything about where she was going and what she was going to do when she got there. She marched out the hospital: she was on a mission.
Tony grabbed her arm one last time. "You don't have a car." He said, being dragged along behind her.
"I do not need one." Ziva said stubbornly, even though she knew well enough she did. She didn't want to admit to needing someone, especially a boy.
"You do." Tony countered, and walked straight into Ziva when she stopped suddenly.
"Do you even know where I'm going?" She asked, and he shook his head mutely. Ziva knew that she was going two places. First, home to get something from Ari. Second, a safe house in Arlington.
"No, but you are going to tell me." Tony said, jangling his keys in front of her face. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys.
"Yes, but I am driving." She knew Tony's car, and could see it a few meters away. She walked fast, Tony hurrying to catch up so he wasn't left behind.
"And I'm dead." He remembered the rumors of Ziva's driving from school and how she had driven into the fence of someone's house after driving on the wrong side of the road. Ziva grinned at him, and waved the keys irritatingly.
Twenty minutes of crazy, death-wish driving later, Ziva pulled on her house's street, but out of sight of the actual house. She dialed speed dial two for her brother, and requested that he meet her with 'Akrab' and 'Kasshat' and with her 'special set.' Tony wondered what these words meant, and what her 'special set' was. Ziva certainly didn't offer any explanation herself.
Ari met them after a few minutes.
"Why, Ziva? What's happening?" He asked her, wondering why she needed the tools.
"You will find out soon, Ari. If anyone asks, I was never here." Ziva took the items Ari held wrapped up in cloth and got back into the car. Tony followed her. "If I do not return, Ari, I love you, yes? Tell Tali I love her also. Shalom, Ari."
And with that brief goodbye, Ziva drove off, the Mustang disappearing down the street, leaving Ari staring after it, blinking hard as not to cry.
Ziva slowed as she reached a forested area, and shut off the headlights and motioned for Tony to be quiet. Tony wondered what was happening, but he was close to finding out. Ziva pulled the car to a halt, and opened the door quietly. She began to take the items out of the cloth, and Tony was horrified.
'Akrab' and 'Kasshat' were guns; a Beretta and a Para-Ordnance P14.45. Ziva spun the in her fingers, testing the weight. She checked the loads: both fully loaded and well cleaned. She put the Beretta in what looked at first like down her combat pants, but then Tony say she was wearing a gun belt, which even included ammunition.
With the Para-Ordnance, Ziva rolled up her trouser leg and secured the gun in a sheath just below her knee. The knives got sheathed in various different places, and the last one she spun so she was holding the blade and handed it handle first to Tony.
"What are you doing?" he asked, in a whisper.
"Revenge." Ziva hissed back, pushing the knife at him. "For Jenny. Now take it, it's for your own protection."
"What am I meant to do with it?" Tony asked.
"Just stay out of the way. It's just in case. If all goes well, only one of these will be needed." Ziva patted the Beretta at her waist, and Tony could see the killer's glint in her eyes. He knew it was no use trying to stop her, so he didn't.
"I will wait in the car. In case you need a quick getaway." He said, nodding. Ziva smiled at him, but her eyes were still cold and void of any emotion.
"Good. Just the right attitude. Now, stay here and stay out of danger. Whatever you hear, do not, I repeat, do not come near the house." Ziva emphasized the words. Whatever she had to do, Tony was not going to get hurt. If she had her way, he wouldn't even be here. He would be safe, far away. Nowhere near her.
She turned, and walked swiftly away. She was on a mission, and the mission was to kill.
She drew the Beretta from her waist belt, and held it aiming at the ground. She approached the house silently, making no noise, avoiding twigs snapping on the ground. The darkness enveloped her like an invisibility cloak to an outsider, but she knew that without the element of surprise, she was no match for a Mossad agent. Even if Michael was ex-Mossad, you never forgot your training.
She pressed herself close up against the wall of the safe house she had helped her father set up for Michael when he had come to America to protect Eli David. Her father knew he had enemies, and he needed protection. They had set him up a safe house, and her father had been led to believe that Ziva was helping him because she wanted to.
He had no idea that it was actually because Ziva had been sleeping with Michael.
To get information, yes, but sleeping with him nonetheless. Michael was six years older than Ziva, but they had known each other for a long time. Michael had retired from Mossad to become the ex-Director's protection in DC, even though he had a good chance of possible coming quite close to the position of director himself if he had stayed.
Most of the lights in the house were switched off, except the one in the main lounge. Ziva pulled two hair pins that she had put in her hand, and easily picked the lock. The door swung silently open. She aimed her gun in front of her, and slipped into the kitchen.
Clear, she thought to herself, and silently made her way toward the lounge. The light was still on, but no one was there.
Then she saw the boards on the wall.
They were pin-boards, covered in photos of her, Jenny, Gibbs, Tony, Abby, McGee, Kate, Ari and Talia.
My father has been spying on me, Ziva realized with shock. The last photo on the board was of Jenny, bleeding on the floor of the Gibbs' bedroom. The bastard.
She stepped forward to look closer, when she heard a sound. She spun around, the gun steady in her hand, ready to shoot.
"Did you think I would be that easy, Ziva David?" Michael Rivkin smirked at her, lowering his own gun a fraction so it now aimed directly at her forehead.
A/N: Ah, the joys of Michael Rivkin. Did you realize he was going to be included? I wonder what's going to happen now. I know! You don't! Have a guess!
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There is no question for this chapter really, I'll try and include one soon.