Chapter 3
'He's coming back', Ziva alarmed her colleagues. McGee and Tony turned their heads around and saw Gibbs and Fornell coming down the stairway. They were talking. But Fornell headed straight toward the elevator and Gibbs walked back to his desk. The file he had carried he put in the upper draw. He looked kind of nerved. 'What's up?', Tony asked. Gibbs had been in Vance's office for over an hour now and they were all curious how Gibbs could hold out with Fornell and Vance in one room for so long. 'Do we have a case?', Gibbs asked. 'No. What did you talk about?', McGee asked. 'Top Secret.' 'We will find it out anyway', Ziva said. 'We found out about your father, Kelly, why Paloma Renoza wanted to kill you-' 'It's not about my family', Gibbs responded and stood up again. 'It's about yours', he said and rushed by to get another coffee.
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'Now, Mr. Palmer. Have you ever been to eastern countries?', Dr. Mallard asked his assistant while they were doing autopsy on a body another team, not Gibbs', had delivered this morning. 'You mean Asia, doctor? No, never.' 'Actually, Europe is located eastern of us, too. As you may know, I studied in Britain and-' The doors went open. 'Jethro! How nice to see you. Unfortunately I have nothing for you down here.' Ducky put off his gloves. 'Palmer', Gibbs said and Jimmy left the room without commentary. 'What do you want?'
'I need a psychological profile, Duck.' 'New case?' 'Not directly.' 'Do you have a file for me or can I meet whoever you want to get profiled?' 'No.' 'Do I know this person?' 'Yes.' 'Don't let me guess, Jethro.' Gibbs smiled and came nearer. 'Someone we believe dead.' 'If I analyzed this behavior no I would say that he or she is on the escape from us which marks a deeper cut in his soul-' 'Duck. Someone I believed dead for over seven years now. I saw Ziva shoot him', Gibbs said. 'Jethro, you do not want to tell me, that our worst enemy has risen from the dead?' 'Ari is back, Duck. I need you to profile him. And don't be as gentle as Kate was. You know how it ended.' He left autopsy again without leaving Ducky enough time to respond.
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Ari loved his girlfriend Theresa. She was so hot but also that cold. She could kill without any hesitation or showing emotions. She was just fucking perfect to him. In both ways. He watched her driving away on here black motorcycle in her black leather motorcycle clothes. She was a contract killer, too but she didn't work for any organization comparable to Al Qaeda, just a little organization located in the underworld of Washington DC. Although she was just twenty years old she already had a kind of reputation that made her well-known in the dark side of DC. She was high in the chain of the organizations and because of her skills in sharp shooting her boss John often used her for high-classified killings. Ari knew about her days in MI5 where she had been trained to be physically and mentally fit, to be a perfect sharp shooter, to build and disarm bombs and explosive devices. She could deactivate bugs and tiny video cameras without destroying them and she had relations to any agents to get those things as listening devices. Ari did not know who her fink in FBI was and it was okay for him that she did not want to tell him. He loved her and he trusted her.
He went back into the house. He opened his laptop and established a secure video conference to Iraq. 'Hello, Ari', the man who appeared on the screen said in Arabic. Ari did not support the Islamic point of view. He did not care about religion. He just helped them because he had to leave Mossad after his intentions to kill Gibbs. He was lucky about his decision. He hated his father anyway. And the loss of his sister was something he could cope with. After all, she was only his half-sister.
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Fifty-two minutes later Ari turned off his computer. He had got new information for his next target and he had to watch a little video about the man he had caught for Al Qaeda. This man wanted to sell information about a planned attack. Ari had caught him. Now he had to watch how three men tortured him to get out valuable information. After Waterboarding, flaying, denailing, boiling and very long timed flagellation. Ari had seen things like this before in real life. It was disgusting but he did not care. It was nothing special for him. He was used to see things like this and did not have pity with the man he had caught. Ari was just doing his job. He did not care about if anyone else got hurt. Ari thought about Caitlin. He wished he hadn't had to shoot her. But he knew it was necessary to hurt Gibbs. He knew how Gibbs must have felt. Like he had felt when his mum died. Ari still missed her. Before her death everything had been okay. He had been a successful doctor. Now he was still glad to have studied medicine. He was well educated and that was a great advantage. He knew that he would never get on that low social level as many of the people he worked with. He was a contract killer. He couldn't afford to be one of those stoned and drunken drug dealers who got caught by police everyday but set out again. When he was arrested once, he would go to prison immediately and never see daylight again. He knew torturing methods of CIA. He knew CIA was after him because he was an Israeli terrorist and he had valuable information. He did not think that he could buy his freedom, they would rather push the information he had out of him.
Ari looked at his watch. There was nothing he could do. The days as a hatchet man were boring because he had to be night active. So he started to do research on the developments on Gibbs' team in the past seven years. He found out that Jenny Sheppard had died over two years ago. He did not know that. He laughed when he found out that two mourns had officially operated right under Gibbs' nose. Both had die. Now it was time that something happened to Gibbs himself. Ari did already thought about revenge seven years ago but decided to wait. He had waited long enough. It was time to act now.
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Theresa talked to John. It did not take long. She just had got her new target for this night. It wasn't difficult. She had been trained to do more difficult things. As a sniper she was able to hit her target from over two miles away – with the right gun. At three o'clock in the night she already was finished. She wanted to do something more exciting again. She nearly had arrived home when her cell phone rang. It was John again.
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Ari was curious. There was a top secret file in the internet and he just could not hack into it.
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Theresa had watched this before. A mourn inside any organization was a threat for everyone. She hated watching this. Another of John's men was trying to get out of her who she was working for. 'This is Sara. You know her', John explained when they both entered room. A woman from about forty years was tied on a chair. Until now, no harm was done to her. 'Why?', Theresa just asked. 'I think that she is an undercover cop. She acted conspicuous. I want to know the truth. That means who she is working for and what kind of valuable information she possesses.' 'You got a good reason to treat her like this?', Theresa asked. John just nodded. The woman blinked. She did not see any pity in any of the faces. Neither in John's nor in his man's nor in Theresa. She had worked with Theresa just once before and that one time had just been a little drug business because the actual drug dealer had been shot and they did not have such a fast replacement. She did not know her. But although her face and her eyes were hard, she thought that Theresa had had this undertone in her sentence that could suggest a bit of pity.
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'Ziva doesn't answer her cell phone', McGee informed Gibbs. 'And at home she isn't either', Tony said. 'It was wrong to send her to that undercover mission', Gibbs said when he said down at his desk and threw the empty paper cup of coffee into the bin. He lost count which number that was. He has had about eight coffees today and he doubted that this was his last one. 'Well, we know a lot more about their organization structure now', McGee said. 'Can you locate her?', Gibbs asked. 'No, her cell phone is either offline or completely destroyed.' 'Do you think they got her?', Tony asked nervously. 'I hope not.'
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Theresa calmly watched John's man, who was introduced to her as Marc, hitting Ziva. She was tied on the chair. She did not look nervous. She just took the hits and did not say anything. Theresa looked calmly outside but inside she did not feel well. It was not good to see an NCIS agent getting tortured. 'Who do you work for?', John calmly asked. 'Who is your boss?' Ziva did not reply. John nodded toward Marc. He loosened the rope and pushed Ziva to the ground. 'Who do you work for?', John asked again. He stepped nearer to where Ziva lied. Theresa stepped around to have a good view.
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'Where did you last time see her?' 'When she quitted NCIS yard. She told me that John wanted to talk to her', Tony said when Abby came in. 'Gibbs. I found out that the last incoming call from Ziva's cell phone was from John-' 'I know, Abbs', Gibbs said. 'Oh. Where is Ziva right now?' 'We don't know', McGee said.
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Theresa watched the blood flowing. Ziva just wore a bra and her jean now and she was bleeding from several deep wounds, some of them were made by a knife. Marc wanted to put his knife again into Ziva's skin but he was stopped by Theresa's hand. 'I think this is enough', she said and took the knife. John looked at her and asked: 'What do you mean?' He stepped in front of her. 'Did they never tell you how to endure watching torture at MI5?' 'MI5?', Ziva moaned. She was seriously bleeding and her whole body hurt. Tears were running down her cheeks. 'Yes, she is a former agent. She used to work for British Intelligence service. You don't do that anymore, Theresa, right?', he asked, not nicely as usual to her. 'No. But they told me to not only use physical but psychological torturing methods', Theresa replied hard. John smiled as he saw Theresa smiling viciously. 'Give me five minutes', she said. 'Okay', he replied and nodded to Marc. They both walked out of the room. Theresa turned around and looked to the crying woman lying on the floor. Theresa kneed down to her.