Chapter 8
Abby and Gibbs sat downstairs trying to take in all the information that they had just learnt.
"Gibbs, how could she do this to Tony, she knew how much this would mean to him, he always wanted to be a better parent than his father, and she took that away from him." Abby said unable and unwilling to stop the tears that were flowing down her face.
Gibbs hugged her, "Abbs, None of us know why she did this, the best thing we can do now is to support Tony and help him figure out a way of getting his daughter home so we can fix his family,"
She looked up and nodded, "I'll get Tim, to see what we can get from MTAC on Haven, if you have no objections Director Boss?" She grinned.
"No, I'll talk to Tony when he comes back down." Gibbs said as Abby went off to call Tim.
Tony walked down and sat heavily on the chair, "Boss…I need to go and get her back, you saw how they treated Adam, and I'd hate to leave her there any longer than I have to."
"I'm having Tim got to MTAC and set us up some satellite time to see what we can get of this Haven that Adam talked about, do you think he will help?" Gibbs asked.
"I explained it to him and he has offered to come in to NCIS with me tomorrow and show me on the maps exactly where Haven is."
"Did he get to sleep alright?" Gibbs asked.
Tony smiled, "Yeah, now the language barrier thing is all cleared up, we had a talk…not the long one, the one I want to have, but a nice one, he knows he will never be sent away from me, I am his father and I won't hurt him or abandon him, he knows I love him and will do all in my power to get his sister back. Boss, I'm worried though, we know why Ziva did what she did with Adam, but there was a death certificate in there for Amelia, Adam says Ziva never talked about her…That Adam, Ziva's Adam was the one he only ever saw with Amelia and he called her…." Tony couldn't say it.
"Abby told me, and what the word means, that's nasty." Gibbs said.
"Adam shortened their names, his was Tore and hers was Ana, he would see her when he slept at the back of Haven, she would sneak out to give him food. He knows the layout as far as her room…But Boss, Haven….it's…it's a brothel, Adam says no one has touched her yet, I need to get her out before they do, they are grooming my kid Boss."
Gibbs gut clenched, he vowed there and then, that they would get Tony's daughter back, untouched and safe if he had anything to say about it.
Gibbs' phone rang and he took the call in the kitchen, walking back in he noticed DiNozzo trying to stay awake, he had hardly slept since realizing he was a father and the toll was wearing on the younger man.
He leant down and put a hand on his shoulder, "Tony…That was Tim, we got satellite time at 07.25 tomorrow, go get some rest son, there's nothing more we can do till tomorrow."
Tony nodded climbing the stairs to his room, "Boss?"
"I'm going home, I'll be right next door if you want me." He said.
"I know, I was gonna say lock up on ya way out, I have precious stuff here now boss, gotta keep the door locked," He said tiredly as he turned to go up the stairs.
"Yes you do DiNozzo," Gibbs agreed quietly, turning he called to Abby, "Coming Abbs?" he asked as they both left the house Gibbs locking up after him.
The girl woke up, it was 4am and time for her to start her day, she went down to the kitchens and lit the fire's for the cooking pots, and warmed up the ovens ready for the mistress of the kitchens to come down and start the orders for the girls.
The mistress walked in, "Hurry up Ana, the patrons will arise soon!" she scolded gently and ushered the girl out of the door.
After that she walked up and down the corridors, picking up the discarded clothing that belonged to the residents for laundry. Any shoes that were there obviously did not belong to the girls' they were not allowed such luxuries and she would place them tidily next to the nearest door hoping that they would have an owner behind the door.
A large Arab man walked up behind her as she struggled with her load, he picked her up and turned her around, kissing her roughly on the mouth as she looked sadly at him, "Thank you sir," she said as she had been instructed to do. She waited until he had finished touching her up and he laughingly threw her to the ground, "I will request you when you have grown some more, Puttana. Maybe, after next week your Patron will share." The man laughed.
She smiled shyly ash she had been taught, "And I will look forward to doing my best for you Sir," she replied.
He walked off and she turned back to her chores, taking the laundry down to the laundry room she slipped out the back, "Tore?" she called quietly, hoping her friend would be there. There was no answer, she shot off a quick prayer to God that her friend, her brother was safe although he usually would turn up hurt if he wasn't there that day. She looked in the space where they kept things, the picture had been taken, Tore had said he was her brother and that those people in the picture were her parents, but she hadn't believed him.
Her patron, the man who was paying to keep her here had told her both her parents were dead, her mother had been a spy who had collaborated with the enemy and her father had been the enemy, Israel was at war, as the daughter of a spy her Patron had saved her as a baby and one day she would repay his kindness in letting her live, she knew the other patrons in Haven could do no more than the Arab had just done, unless her Patron ordered her to, he would kill anyone that tried.
He came to see her once a week and she would learn to please him and him only.
Sometimes he would just look at her, sometimes he would sit and brush her hair, sometimes he was more demanding and forceful, but never…never had he yet done anything like what the older girls went through, although soon that was to change…next week. Next week she was to turn thirteen, Next week she was to be his. She knew this and she was scared.
She would not however disappoint her patron, he had seen her once talking to Tore, she had been beaten for hours until she had bled and had been unable to cry as all the fight and pain had left her.
He had then held her and consoled her for hours, kissing her head and her body where she had been hit, he had told her she should not have angered him, it was her fault and she knew it.
He healed her, he loved her and she was only his. She knew it was not only because of her parentage which he brought up a lot, saying she looked like 'his Ziva but pure' she was different to the other girls, her skin was lighter and she had emerald green eyes that other patrons admired until the mistress told them her name.
All knew that Puttana belonged to the all powerful Adam Eshel.
