A/N: I got hardly any reviews for the last chapter! You meanies! I made this chapter a little longer. Slightly angsty, I guess, but it's all good! I hope you enjoy it, and please review, review, review!

"I haven't seen you for a while, Ziva David." Michael smirked evilly, a killer's cold glint reflecting in his eyes. Ziva stared back unflinching. She knew she could pull the trigger now, but this way she wouldn't get to know why. Why he had shot Jenny.

"Shalom to you also, Michael." Ziva narrowed her eyes at him.

"Throw your gun away." He ordered her. She shook her head; did he think she was stupid?

"Never." She growled, and he shot the floor between her feet, and then held his gun out, pointing at the floor.

"Drop it." He ordered her again, and she dropped the Beretta onto the floor. He dropped his gun to the floor also, and started toward her. She automatically moved backward, but unfortunately behind her there was nowhere to go.

Meanwhile, Tony had heard the gunshot. He waited a while, and when Ziva didn't return, he got out of the car, and began to make his way through the darkness, following where Ziva had disappeared a few minutes earlier. He dropped to the ground and army crawled toward the light shining out of the window. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He set it to video mode, and poked the camera just so he could see through the window. He began filming the scene between Rivkin and Ziva. The words were almost unheard, but Tony was sure McGee could do something about that.

Inside the safe house, Michael pushed Ziva up against the pin board, holding her by her shoulders. She tried to move, but was unable to as Michael was considerably stronger.

"Why, Michael? Why?" Ziva asked him, staring directly into his eyes, and trying to see past the murderous exterior to find a way to burrow underneath to thick skin to attack his vulnerabilities.

"Why what?" Michael asked, looking at her confusedly.

"Why did you kill Jenny?" She asked, emphasizing Jenny's name.

"Jenny?" Michael asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"Jennifer Gibbs." Ziva remembered the woman's full name. "Director of NCIS."

"Oh. That bitch." Michael smirked. "Because she was in the way of our plans."

"What plans?" Ziva pressed him for information. She doubled over as Michael punched her hard in the stomach.

"Stop asking questions." He growled, and grabbed her collar and dragged her upright.

"She hadn't done anything that Papa hasn't already brought on himself." Ziva spat in the man's face. Michael glared at her, fuming. Ziva braced herself as his knee connected with her already painful stomach and his strong right hand smashed into the side of her face.

"Do not talk about your father like that, you ungrateful little bitch." He grabbed her hair and dragged her into the middle of the room. He let go of her.

"Jenny had nothing to do with this." Ziva emphasized once again, and Michael grabbed her throat.

"Shut up!" He yelled at her, and Ziva tried to breathe in what little oxygen she could. Finally he released her throat and she gasped as she breathed freely once more.

"Why, Michael?" Ziva shouted. "Why?"

"Your father has plans for you." Michael spat in her face. "Special plans."

"Just tell me." Ziva pretended to beg. Outside, Tony wondered why she wasn't fighting Michael; why she was just standing there accepting his punches. He tried not to wince when Michael grabbed Ziva by her hair and shirt and threw her to the ground. He felt his own pain at the pain showing on Ziva's face as her back hit the ground hard. Michael knelt over her, and Ziva made herself look directly at him.

"Your time in America has softened you, Ziva David." Michael laughed; it was a horrible laugh that sent shivers down the spines of both Tony and Ziva. "Your father wants you to become the first female director of Mossad. NCIS would just get in the way. Director Shepard was getting in your father's way, and we cannot have something like that happening, can we?"

"I do not want to be Director of Mossad." Ziva spat his words right back in his face. "I don't give a shit about what my father wants, I will do what I want and that is final."

"Oh no it isn't." Michael grinned. "I always wanted this moment."

Ziva and Tony both simultaneously wondered what Michael was going to do. They soon found out.

Michael drew out a knife from a sheath that Tony hadn't noticed before, and raised it above his head to stab down into Ziva's chest. Tony stood up quickly.

"ZIVA!" He shouted, and in that moment that Michael was distracted, Ziva bent her leg and pulled out her gun. In one swift movement she removed the safety catch and shot Michael three times in the chest. She gasped as the air was pushed out of her lungs and he landed heavily on top of her. She pushed him off of her, and, breathing heavily, lay on the floor. Her white shirt was horribly messed up with blood patches from where Michael had fallen on her.

Tony ran into the house and knelt beside her.

"Ziva? Ziva? Are you alright?" he gasped, leaning over her. Ziva glared at him and struggled to get up. Tony helped her upright.

"I told you to stay out of the way." Ziva shouted at him. "Don't you listen? I said whatever you hear, do not come near! Didn't you hear?"

Tony was surprised at the anger in Ziva's voice.

"You could have been killed, you stupid idiot!" Ziva was practically screaming now.

"I saved your fucking life!" Tony swore back at her, and then caught her and she took a step forward and her legs collapsed under her.

"I did not need saving, Tony. I was doing fine on my own." Ziva growled as she regained her balance, pushing Tony away from her. "I did not need your help."

Tony waves his phone in her face, which had video evidence of everything that had happened.

"I have evidence." He informed her, smiling. "How were you going to prove he tried to kill her?"

Ziva lifted her shirt, and Tony wondered what she was doing. Then, she pulled a recording device off of her chest and threw it to him.

"I am not just a killer anymore." She said, and Tony was confused at what she meant by 'anymore.' He had no idea that Ziva's father had been using her in undercover operations in Mossad since she was eleven. She had killed people before, but he didn't know. "I am an investigator."

Tony smiled at this.

"Now may I go home?" Ziva said, and Tony looked at her, his eyes full of pity for her. She looked broken.

"Home. David home or Gibbs home?" Tony asked her.

"Gibbs." Ziva only had the strength to say one word before she pitched forward into Tony's arms. He caught her, but she was surprisingly heavy. He suspected it was all muscle, he had seen her body and it didn't have one ounce of fat anywhere. He hoisted her up into his arms after manoeuvring the listening device and the cell phone into his pockets.

He staggered out of the safe house. He had decided that the name 'safe house' did not apply to this building any more. It was by no means safe at all.

He carried Ziva to the car, and laid her across the backseats, securing the seatbelts over her. He kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair gently, before getting into the driving seat and driving off to the Gibbs' house. He arrived and parked outside the front door. Ziva still hadn't come round, so he carried her into the deserted house.

He laid her on the couch, and cleaned up her cuts. Since she was unconscious, he reset her nose so it would set straight and the moving of the bones wouldn't hurt her. Still, the sounds of the bones moving into place made him convulse in disgust. He put ointment on her bruises and cuts, and bandaged the more serious ones.

Once he had finished caring and 'playing doctor' to Ziva, he picked up the house phone and dialled Gibbs.

"Yeah, Gibbs." Came the familiar voice.

"It's Tony." Tony said.

"DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing in my house?" Gibbs asked, confused.

"Ziva." Tony said. "We have some evidence about who killed Jenny."

"When can we bring the bastard in for questioning?" Gibbs asked hopefully.

"Uhh…" Tony began, unsure how to approach the question. "Ziva had to kill him."

"What the hell, DiNozzo?" Gibbs exclaimed loudly, and received a shushing from the nurse tending to Jenny.

"He was going to kill her!" Tony said in Ziva's defence.

"Alright, DiNozzo." Gibbs conceded. "I'll be there soon and we'll get the evidence to NCIS."

"Okay, boss." Gibbs smiled at Tony's new name for him. "Only, currently Ziva's unconscious…"

"Whatever, DiNozzo." Gibbs said. "When she comes round, remind her killing the bastards is MY job."

A/N: I love Gibbs' line. I just had to include that one! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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