OMG! Here it is. The moment I have been waiting to write for a long time. I hope you like!
Ziva's eyes flickered opened, as the bright lights of her apartment burned into her. An attempt to rub her eye's was flattered by rope, for it locked her arms to one of her dining room chairs. Her mouth was covered by a thick line of duck tape, make her calls of distress unheard by anyone, but one close ear.
"You finally decided to wake did you?" A angry voice said, and a almost evil shadow walked out of the darkness.
Ziva's eye's grew wide as Carlee stepped out, with a long steak knife in her hand. Ziva could also tell her and Carlee's gun sat on her hip. She could taste her blood as it ran down her face, the source, most likely the gaping wound on her head, from where her attacker striked.
Carlee approached slowly and reached up, grabbing Ziva's face as she pushed herself back. Carlee laughed at the fear in her eyes. "Look whose the weak one now." Carlee grabbed the end of the tape and ripped it off, pulling Ziva's skin. Ziva held back a cry of pain. She heavily breathed and asked, " Carlee, what are you doing?"
Carlee raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Killing you of course." She laughed and took the knife, grazing it across Ziva's bare arm. It was impossilbe the hold back the pain, and a few tears escaped. "Miss Mossad is crying? Oh no, what to do, what to do."
Ziva glared up at Carlee. "Why are you doing this? We are friends!" Ziva almost yelled. Carlee grabbed a close by chair and sat a few feet away from the bleeding woman.
"Friends? You thought we were friends? Ha. I wanted you dead since the moment I met you." Carlee leaned slowly back in her chair.
"Why? You came to see me in the hospital-" Ziva started.
"I only wanted to see my handy work." Carlee growled.
"Wait...your handy work?"
"Oh look who finally put the puzzle together." Carlee laughed.
"You caused the elevator crash?"
"Um, no. I MADE the elevator crash." Carlee stood up, stalking around the room.
"But why?" Ziva asked in horror.
"I wanted your job. I wanted your life." Carlee said, placing her hands on Ziva's shoulders, smiling.
"What? You tried to kill me for my job? Are you crazy?" Ziva yelled.
"Do you know how long I have waited to be part of a team? I have been on the list to be a agent for three years! I heard you just waltz in NCIS and got a job!"
"We'll I'm sorry for your pain, but that is really not worth killing over." Ziva stated.
"You don't know me." Carlee growled, taking the knife and once again grazing the end over Ziva's other arm, this time deeper. Blood started pouring out. Ziva's breathing grew faster as she let out a slight whimper.
"Tell me." Ziva pleaded.
"Only because it may be some of the last words you hear... My father never loved me. Everything I did was a disappointment to him. Told me I wouldn't even get married, or have kids. When I said I was going go be a agent he said I wouldn't even get through school. You have no idea what I have been through. Now I have a great job and a man I love, and you will not take that away."
Ziva stared at Carlee. Even though Carlee's story was sad, Ziva couldn't feel for her. She knew what it was like to never to be able to impress your father. She knew it well. Eli never loved her. How could he? He sent her on suicide missions for god's sake.
"Carlee, you love someone?" Ziva asked, trying to stay away from the personal things Carlee found offensive.
"Yes."
"Who?" Ziva pushed for more info, giving herself more time to figure out what to do. She started looking around her apartment, anything close by to help her, but the words out of Carlee's mouth brought her attention back to the agent.
"Tony." Carlee could see the confused, anger,and hurt in Ziva's eyes. Carlee smiled. "You didn't know?"
"What? How do you love him? Me and him...you saw the test didn't you? I'm pregnant, with his child." Ziva growled.
"And with you and that baby out of the picture, he will need someone to comfort him, love him. And that will be me." Carlee placed the knife on Ziva's stomach, pulling it across. Blood started dripping out and Ziva cried out in pain and sadness. "Please no! Not the baby!" she screamed.
"Tony is to good for you bitch. You don't desevre to carry his child." Carlee laughed, taking the knife and running her finger along the blade.
"And you think Tony will love you after you kill me?" Ziva breathed deeply, looking up.
"Thats something he doesn't have to know." Carlee said, walking slowly around the room.
"How will he not know? Your the only one who has been with me, the only one who has seen me since we left the squad room." Ziva said, almost yelling.
"But my word is all he can follow. I could say a Mossad agent came, killed you and I couldn't do anything. Mossad is easy to influence." Carlee said, sitting once again in the chair she had pulled up.
"What are you saying? Mossad is stone hard!" Ziva yelled, almost offended at her tone.
"Rock hard? Well, if you think Absalom was here for vacation then..."
"You were the caller that told my father that me and Tony were dating. weren't you?" Ziva's face turned red and her bunched her hand in fists. "Why?"
"Part of my plan, idiot. If there was a Mossad presence in DC then NCIS would just assume it was them. And I knew Eli's weakness. You."
"How do you even know me?" Ziva growled.
"Getting into the NCIS files was easy. Those papers on Somalia gave me everything. Just had to tell your father you and Tony were in love, then bang, here they were."
"So you killed Absalom to save your ass?" Ziva's realization made Carlee laugh.
"He was going to talk, and I had to shut him up."
"You...you...murderer!" Ziva yelled. "If I hadn't been like this, you would be dead! I would kill you over and over-" Ziva mouth was closed by a metal object striking her cheek.
"Shut up bitch! Someones coming." Carlee said in a hushed whisper. "If you talk, he or she will die."
A jingling door knob made Ziva's eyes widen when she saw the shadow that entered the dimly lit room. She almost cried when his voice rang out.
"Ziva? Ziva? Oh my god!" Tony raced over to Ziva's bloody body.
Ziva mouthed "no" as he raced up to her. Ziva eye caught a dim figure as it came behind the man she loved and her baby's father. If her baby was still alive.
"Are you..." he broke off.
Another voice filled the room as Tony felt a cold object on the back of his head.
"You shouldn't have come Tony."
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