I'm so so sorry for the long wait. I promise the next chapter will be up much quicker than this one. And once again the thanks and dedication goes to LyssLovesTiva33 who agreed to be my beta for this and the next chapter.
A sort of an 'oops' expression crossed Sean's face for only a moment, but Gibbs was skilled in detecting tiny micro-expressions. It was quickly covered by a blank expression. "I don't know whose house it is, but she is there, I swear to you. She's been there the whole time!"
"Well, the last time I checked, she was not there!"
It seemed bizarre, that from the thousands of houses Sean could've said Rachel was in, he had to pick that one house. The one place where Gibbs knew she wasn't. It took skill, plus a whole lot of misfortune to pick out the home of their fearless leader.
Gibbs glared at the man in front of him. Suddenly a huge grin spread over Sean's face. Gibbs couldn't help but wonder, what game was he playing? He lied and didn't even try to hide that he lied. He seemed to be enjoying it.
"You remember what I told you would happen if you lied?" Gibbs asked, getting up from his chair and slowly approaching Sean. The villain turned his head to look at Gibbs. "I will not let her kill you, it would mean a hell of a paperwork for us, but I'll be sure to give her a moment alone with you."
Sean's brow furrowed. "Who's she?"
Gibbs turned to leave the room. "The girl's mother."
In the observation room McGee shot Ziva a slightly frightful glance. Tony on the other hand looked pleased at his boss' words. A flicker of hope could be seen in Ziva's eyes.
Sean's laughter stopped him from leaving. He was facing a very real possibility of being locked up in a room with an extremely pissed off Ziva, and he laughed. "What's she gonna do to me? She's just another NCIS agent like you." He put a mocking emphasis on 'NCIS'. "Besides, she's a woman. She could do nothing to me."
"Oh, she is so much more than that," Gibbs said, his tone a bit amused.
"Yeah?" Sean retorted. "How's that?"
Gibbs opened the door. "Remember when I told you about Mossad?" Then he stepped out of the room, leaving a dumbstruck Sean sitting at the table.
Gibbs stepped out of the Interrogation Room, locking the door after him, and headed to the Observation. All three of his agents were still standing there, observing the man on the other side of the glass, smug expressions on their faces. They were doing exactly as the sign on the door instructed. They observed.
But when they heard the door being opened they stopped observing and turned around to meet their boss.
"Tony, take McGee," Gibbs ordered his Senior Field Agent, while not even completely in the room yet. "Go check my house, just in case. I haven't been home since this whole thing started."
The two agents quickly left to carry out their orders. Gibbs remained where he was. Ziva stepped forward a little. "What about me?" she asked in a sort of emotionless, dead tone.
A sympathetic expression crossed Gibbs' features. He knew what it was like to just sit doing nothing, but it was necessary at the moment. "You'll wait. If she's not in my house, which I'm sure of, then you'll go and get the right location." Ziva's mouth opened as if she wanted to say something. "Until then," Gibbs raised his voice just a little, stopping her from getting a word in. "Until then you'll wait," he said more softly this time.
About twenty minutes later Gibbs' phone started to ring. It echoed through the thick and heavy silence of the Observation Room, where Gibbs and Ziva still stood and watched Sean sit at the table. He looked perfectly at ease.
He grabbed the phone from his pants pocket and brought it to his ear, answering as always with a curt "Gibbs."
He listened intently at what he was being told, though it did not seem to be happy news, given the change his expression made when the call reached its end.
He hung up, as abruptly and without saying goodbye as usual. He then turned to face Ziva, who had been still as a statue during the phone call. Gibbs could see hopelessness and regret on her features. "He's all yours," he told her. His words caused a smirk to crawl up her features. She had been waiting for her revenge far too long.
She turned to stalk out of the room.
"Ziva," he called out. She stopped, with one hand on the door handle, she turned to face him. "Whatever you do, no visible damage."
Ziva nodded once and stepped out of the room. She crossed the few yards between the two rooms and entered the other one, closing the door firmly after her with a resounding click.
She was finally alone in a room with the man who had kidnapped her little girl.
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