Frieda extended her fingers to prevent cramp and yawned lazily. She had been chained up many times before so it didn't daunt her but usually she would be straining to pop the bolt off the wall so she could escape but this time she wasn't. She believed that Mossad and NCIS would arrive before she could put escape because pulling chains off the wall required a lot of time and effort. She had proved herself to be strong enough but she would not have the time so she had decided to sit and wait. She was not a patient person and was deathly bored. She raised her hand to push the dirty hair out of her face but her hand paused in mid air and her ears pricked up when she heard the distant screech of tyres on the gravel road. She bit her lip. Although she didn't particularly care about the impending meeting with her mother, she did want to look like herself; powerful, proud and dangerous; not grimy, weak and calm. She tossed the hair out of her face and heaved herself off the floor. She tugged on the chains so that her arms did not look restricted and splayed her legs so that she would tower above any people entering her temporary prison and waited, her heaving breaths pounding through the silent room.
Ziva chewed on her lip. She was sitting erect on the cold leather of the car, peering desperately out of the window. Every so often she would pull back, alarmed by her eagerness to arrive as she realised that she was petrified of seeing her daughter once more. She had a new conception of her child after what Mossad had been telling her and her head was throbbing from all the conflicting emotions. She turned to Tony and studied his kind, concerned face. The edges of his lips twitched up into a smile and his forehead creased. She reached up and smoothed out the frown with her index finger. He shuddered at the contact between his sweaty forehead and her smooth, soft finger. She noticed the reaction and shifted her body closer to his, the seatbelt cutting into her shoulder. He tentatively lowered his hand off his lap to nestle in between their trousered legs. Ziva welcomed the sexual electricity between the two as it distracted her from the destination of the drive. Another reason for the excitement she got from the touch drifted into her mind but after letting it float for a fleeting second she pushed it firmly away. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, brushing her lips apart and stopped with the tip protruding from her small mouth. Tony glanced down at the pink attraction and narrowed his eyes, debating whether or not to let them drink in the picture. Ziva noticed his head inching closer to hers and she sucked her tongue back in noisily. Tony's nose wrinkled at the slurping sound as he had trained it to do even though he relished the sounds she made because it aided his sexual fantasies with her. The car stopped suddenly and his hand shot out to protect his face, pushing Ziva's leg away from his. Her parted lips moved into a slight pout at the apparent rejection and she pushed open the door sulkily, avoiding his apologetic gaze. He hit the seat in frustration and stamped his foot as he alighted from the SUV, which had harboured his few moments of seduction. He considered rekindling the lost moment by putting a comforting arm around Ziva under the pretence of being a supportive partner rather than a horny partner but when he saw Ziva's pained expression he realised that she was in need of some actual support not phony, sexual support. Her head pointed towards him and he nodded encouragingly.
Eli David had left the vicinity of the vehicles and was cautiously proceeding towards the warehouse. He was wary of the tip that he had received from an anonymous source and was aware that it could likely be a trap. However, he knew that he had no alternative because he wanted his grand daughter back. He understood the irony in the situation, Ziva had loved and trusted him and he had let her down, and now he had found someone that he loved and trusted but he didn't feel any real love or trust being returned. He gestured to his officers to follow him and continued towards the building. IT had been hastily made in the 1960s with concrete and although it was sloppy construction work it looked sturdy, as if it could withstand a fire fight. He hesitated at the entrance and listened carefully for any revealing sounds but he heard nothing. His Mossad officers had stationed themselves in a ring around the warehouse and he nodded approvingly. NCIS was hanging back near the cars uncertainly and the Director smiled at the inefficiency of his daughter's most recent loyalty. Ziva was standing between the two groups, alone, in the position which she thought she had left behind when she quit her job as liaison officer. She twisted to face the NCIS team behind her and then looked back at Mossad, trying to break through the confusion and choose the right group to go with. Her father turned to her and beckoned confidentially. She realised that the choice was not between NCIS and Mossad but whether or not she wanted to see her daughter again. A pleased flush broke out on her olive skin and a grin spread across her face as she ran towards the warehouse. Gidon held out his hand to stop her and counted down from five on his fingers. When his hand curled into a fist, Mossad officers kicked down the door and rushed in, guns raised and fingers tensed on the triggers. Eli followed quickly but dignified and ordered his men to search the building. Ziva started to help them but Eli stopped her with a curt order which she obeyed instantly. A triumphant battle cry came the back of the warehouse and the family hurried over united in their quest to find the girl. Ziva hung back as they approached the door, her cold feet returning.
She watched Eli walk into the room and let out a tumult of suppressed emotion. She watched Gidon disappear from her sight as he ran across the room. She watched the Mossad officers sway in and out of her line of vision, each stepping forward to greet the unseen girl. She watched her own feet take her involuntarily towards the doorway, the entrance that kept her from her daughter. She watched her tanned hand clutch the frame of the arch and her hair swing in front of her face as she turned sharply to see her daughter for the first time in years. She watched her daughter laugh and smile. She watched tears trickle down her face. She watched the scene disappear from sight as she ran out of the room. She watched Tony start as she stumbled out of the warehouse. She watched him run towards her. She watched the world close in on her. She watched the ground shoot towards her face and then she watched nothing as the two collided.