Gibbs stood in the doorway of their makeshift office in the local police station, watching Ziva. He couldn't quite work out what was wrong with the scene in front of him, but he knew that something was amiss. Ziva had that look in her eyes, the tired look that she had adopted right after Somalia. He had not seen that look since then and was worried about her now that it had resurfaced. His phone jerked him out of his thoughts and he answered it quicker than usual. He nodded and hung up without speaking. A hand tapped his shoulder and he turned around sharply. Tony took a step back as his boss spun round to face him. He offered a hesitant smile.

'Boss?' he faltered.

'That was Vance. Mossad is on their way,' Gibbs stated flatly. Tony nodded. He glanced over his muscular shoulder at his solitary partner. She was twining her fingers and nibbling her lip. He eyes bounced back to focus on his boss questioningly. 'Four hours.' Tony nodded again.

The four hours were spent frantically trying to solve the kidnapping before Mossad got to England: sifting through the interviews, checking security camera footage at private airstrips nearby and trying vainly to find out anything on the daughter's life after her departure from her guardians and trainers. Ziva was given the mindless task of checking the camera footage so that she was as removed from the investigation into her daughter's doings as possible in order to protect her from anything untoward that they might uncover. They didn't have to bother. She remained a mystery to them. When it was nearing the four hours, Gibbs almost felt relieved that their old friends from Tel Aviv were coming because they should be able to provide more information on the girl.

When Mossad arrived in their hired SUVs at the small local police station they inspired panic in some of the policemen and awe in others. They all carried guns at their waists and knives on their calves. The English policemen had never been trained to carry a gun and had never come across so many people with so many guns. The town was quite large but mostly middle class and gun crime was not a big problem. Mostly it was heated legal suits that got out of hand, underage drinking and drug dealers.

Gibbs watched the proceedings from his small temporary office with a small chuckle. He studied each officer who stepped out of the doors, emerging from behind the tinted glass shields. He recognised a few from their trip to Israel but hadn't spoken to any. Until Gidon, Liat and Director David stepped out of the final car flanked on all sides by bodyguards. Then, Gibbs drew in a sharp, uncharacteristic breath and curled his lip in thought.

Ziva was also watching the dramatic entrance of her old allegiance. Unlike her new boss, she had been expecting her father and her daughter's father because she alone knew the significance of her daughter. However, she was about to find out that she didn't know quite the extent of her daughter's importance.

Eli David stepped out of the car and, keeping his head facing straight forward, his eyes rose to look into the upstairs window of the building. He saw his only surviving child staring at him with pain in her eyes. His pupils widened before returning to their cold, natural state. He turned to Ben Gidon who was also watching Ziva intently. David nodded to him and lead the party inside, passing the local cops without a word, smiling inwardly at their crestfallen faces after he snubbed each and every one of their welcoming smiles.

Gibbs met them at the foot of the stairs with a curt nod. Eli's head tilted slightly but he maintained his power over Gibbs. Ziva appeared behind her boss, clearly showing her alliances to her father. If Eli was at all hurt by this gesture, he did not let it show on his motionless face. He was here for his granddaughter, not his daughter. Gibbs took the gathering up the narrow stairs and into the cramped room which was to serve the whole party. He had warned the police officers that cooping NCIS and Mossad in the same room would lead to violence but had been told that no alternative could be provided. He surmised that the policeman in charge had become a little miffed at all the hospitality that was being thrust upon him. However, this arrangement could be damaging to Ziva's state of mind. He sighed privately. He wasn't going to let Mossad see the toll this case was having on his team's relationships.

Tony had watched the arrival of the cars from the other side of the street. Once they had all gone in, he turned and walked away to the internet cafe they had secured for McGee. The whole business was now rented by them for the day. He knocked on the locked door and waited for McGee to let him in. Tony flung himself into an armchair in the corner of the cafe and watched McGee's fingers fly across the keyboard. McGee was uncomfortable with being watched so closely and fought to keep his concentration on the screen for only a few minutes before giving in and swinging round to return Tony's gaze.

'Yes?' he inquired.

'Nothing,' Tony replied calmly.

'Well, stop staring then,' McGee countered irritably.

'Just checking you're working efficiently, that this case isn't affecting you.'

'I always work efficiently,' McGee protested, rising to Tony's ruse. 'And of course this case is affecting me, its Ziva's daughter who's been kidnapped.'

'ZIva's estranged daughter,' Tony corrected the junior agent. McGee's annoyed expression dissipated and his eyes became fatherly and gentle.

'Tony –' he ventured.

'I had better be getting back to work.' Tony leapt out of his chair and had bolted through the door before McGee could say anymore. Tony did not return to the office but called a taxi and went to the school. It was empty and he wasn't interrupted as he paced the classroom that earlier that day had been vacated by its armed visitors and the girl. His partner's daughter. His partner who was watching him, he realised.

'Ziva,' he called. She pushed open the door and entered the room, her eyes avoiding the chair which she had been glued to, trying to feel her daughter's presence. 'Shouldn't you be at the station with Mossad?' Tony asked. Ziva shook her head.

'It got too much. What they were saying was – not what I had expected.' Ziva's mind was still reeling from the disclosures made by her father and Gidon before she had fled back to the last place her daughter had been. The revelations had been too much. She was not quite sure what to make of her daughter anymore and she wanted to connect with her.