AN: So if Chpt. 9 was an epic (length wise), chapter 11 is quite a bit shorter; but I hope that it's just as good. No special quotes for this one but I thought of the song that I have added….

"Secrets" (One Republic)
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away

The older man continued down the hall to the appointed room. For a moment he just stood in the door way as he looked in. Alecta was asleep finally, although she didn't really look comfortable; she had been through a bandage change not more than 20 minutes ago, and although the pain pills were making her sleep, they weren't really strong enough. She looked like she was still in great pain; her brows were knitted closer together than he could remember seeing them before.

Coming closer to the bed, he whispered 'Tzofiya." He leaned down and kissed her forehead and took a package out from under his arm. He opened it; there was a blanket….a patch-work blanket, made out of several different scraps of cloth in a myriad of colors and patterns. The blanket was from Israel, he brought it with him. He unfolded the blanket, it was nice and thick; Alecta was always cold natured anyway. He placed it over her, tucking her in snuggly and sat down in the chair next to her bed.

When he got the warning from his connection that something was going to go down, he'd called his daughter and told her to get Gibbs ready. As soon as he got off of the phone with Ziva he arranged his own flight out of Tel Aviv.

Director David was sitting there reading a book that she had bought him on one of her last trips to the Holy Land. When she bought it, he had taken her into town and she got sidetracked at one of the many street vendors selling books. This always happened when he took her to town. She found one book she liked and that was all she wrote. She grabbed it and sat on the ground and started reading it; he waited nearly 20 minutes for her thinking that she would like the book and just buy it. But she wouldn't put it down. Finally, he asked her what she was doing, and she told him that she would be a while that he could go and attend to his business. He came back nearly six hours later, and she was still in the same spot, only now she had a stack of books going and the shop keeper was getting more for her; the shop keeper it seems had sat in the floor with her to go through the books and help her with translations as well…they had become good friends. The shop keeper even fixed her some of the native style of coffee and a bit of a snack that they shared while they read. Alecta had bought the entire stack of books that she had gone through; the bill totaled nearly $400. She gave him, Director David, this particular book because she said something about it had made her think of him….he thought she said something about the main character in it being a lot like him.

Alecta began to stir a bit, mumbling in her sleep, beginning to thrash about.

Eli jumped up from his seat, placing his book open side down on the seat he just vacated, and went to her beside.

Running his hands through her hair, raking some of it away from her face, he spoke to her in a whisper, 'Chaverati ha-yekarah, leil menucha." He stepped into the private restroom that was part of her hospital room and found a wash rag and wet it with some cool water; ringing it out until it was just a little damp he went back to her and folded it into thirds long ways and put it to her forehead. When Eli had been raking his fingers through her hair, he noticed that her forehead felt a little damp and maybe just a little on the warm side. It was possible that she had a slight fever.

Instead of leaving the room, he merely pressed the nurse on call button. In a short two to three minutes the young female nurse that had directed him to this room had come in to see what was needed.

"Young lady, my…niece, I think she is unwell. I believe she may be having a fever, I would like you to check if you can."

"Of course, sir." Immediately she grabbed the digital thermometer that the hospital used and placed a clean end on the wand before sticking it in Alecta's mouth. Alecta never actually woke up for any of this.

In a matter of seconds there was a reading, 'Sir, it looks as though you were right. It seems that she has a fever of 102°, thank you for calling me. I will alert the doctor immediately. It's likely just a touch of infection, but we can never be too careful."

With that the young nurse left quickly to return to the nurse's station and call for the doctor to come to Alecta's room. The nurse met the doctor in there quickly to let him now the situation. Director David stepped out, going back down the hall to the waiting room to wake Agents Hotchner and Rossi.

They came awake rather easily, if not suddenly, feeling somebody shaking each of their shoulders.

"Pardon, but I thought that you might like to know that the doctor is in with our young friend. It seems as though she has a touch of fever. I have stepped out here to tell you and give the doctor room to think. Apparently, sometimes I can be over-bearing….At least that's what my daughter has told me." Director David smiled ruefully at the two men.

Hotch reached his right hand back to rub the kinks out of his neck, while Rossi settled on popping his a bit to realign himself.

"Thank you Director David, for letting us know what was going on; the doctor chased us out a bit ago to see that she got a little peace and quiet. Rossi and I had been talking over some things and I suppose he was worried we would keep her up."

"Not a problem. She is one of my dearest friends; anyone who upsets her becomes trapped in my cross hairs. It just so happens I have a long reach." Eli winked at them. And the two agents knew in that moment that Director David would not hesitate to use the force of Mossad to annihilate anyone that dared to lay a finger on Alecta. It was evidenced in the way he sent his own daughter-one of his most highly trained assassins-to deal with Jake, Alecta's father. Apparently, Eli David's care for Alecta new no bounds, and if he had been in the vicinity he would likely have taken the shot himself.

"I do want to mention that I believe she had a nightmare. I don't know what just happened this day, but I wanted to make you aware so you could prepare for the coming days. I should be going. The doctor will come out soon and…."

"No, Director…forgive me. But she would be terribly upset if she wakes up to learn that you were here and she missed you. Please stay, at least for a little while.' Hotch paused, 'It might do her good to see you, since, as you say, you are such dear friends."

"Very well. I had cleared my schedule for the next couple of days anyway but was unsure of how you may want things to be. But, I will stay."

The doctor did come out and update the men on the situation. As Director David had said, she had quite a fever. The doctor mentioned that, while he was in there, he checked her stitches and dressings to make sure that everything was in order; none of her stitches ripped again, thus far.

"If you like you can go back in. Just try to keep it quiet in there; she needs all the rest she can get."

"Yes. Of course doctor." Rossi quickly replied before Hotch shelled on him. With that the three men walked back into the room.

Alecta was back to sleep, cuddled up under her blanket that Director David had brought; Rossi looked at him funny.

"What? My dearest is cold natured. She is always at the bazaars and shops in Israel and buys a lot of their textiles…she loves the colors and patterns….you should see the damage she can do with unlimited funds. And the 'grandmothers' made this for her, they made it weeks ago."

"The 'grandmothers'?"

"Yes. There are some elderly women that run one of her favorite shops there. She always makes a point to go to visit them. She loves them so very much; and she spends hours on end in their shop talking and eating and making friends. And they miss her. I get scolded all the time by them that I have not brought her back to them. They will likely feed her too much the next time she does go; they always complain that she has gotten too thin since they last saw her…this time I would be inclined to agree with them. Although her favorite…she was a relic…this woman was about 98, just passed away a few days ago. She added this bit here.' Eli pointed to a bit of fabric with a lovely design on it in shades of turquoise, white and brown. "I will wait to tell her when she is better…the dearest has enough problems already. And, anyway, what has happened that I get warnings from my…colleagues…that she is in danger?"

Hotch answered him, 'Well we came out here for a birthday celebration for an old friend of hers…"

"Yes, Mr. Dan'el. She has always spoken of him fondly. I feel as though I know him without ever having met him."

"Yes. Well, her father and his friends became increasingly volatile to the point that they abducted both Alecta and our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia."

"Pen and Alecta are good friends." Rossi mentioned by way of an explanation.

"Yes. I know. I've met Miss Garcia. She's quite an unusual person. I was shocked that Alecta had made her one of the Agnes's until she told me how good she was with computers and how that could provide the association with a certain level of security….that and their past history together. I think that tied them together more than anything.

So Jake couldn't keep his hands of her. I expected as much."

"Well it seems that Jake kidnapped Alecta and then handed her off to a friend of his. This friend kidnapped Garcia and traded her for Alecta."

"Yes, I know of this….arrangement."

"Well would you care to enlighten us? We've been trying to get to the bottom of it for a while now." Rossi was getting exasperated.

"Well….I don't know that I should. She can be a dangerous woman to know."

"And you are director of Mossad; makes you sort of even in our books." Rossi glanced at him nonchalantly.

"Very well. I suppose my supporters can locate my body if necessary. Years ago, Jake began to sell her to his friends. Sometimes he wanted them to do him specific favors; depending on what that favor was, they wanted her in trade. It wasn't beneath him. That is the kind of animal he was. This friend of his, the man that you know as Lucky, paid thousands of dollars for her; as if Neshama was a used car. If, in the grand scheme of things, people were still seen as physical property, Lucky would have become her owner. After that anyone would have had to consult him about anything they wanted to do to her or with her. If we lived in that sort of world where this transaction was legally recognized, she would have had to obtain his permission to even have a job or moved away.

That is why they traded. Financially speaking, Neshama belonged to this bastard; she was a slave to him in most every sense of the word. Even her own father stopped recognizing her as his own child. He had never been kind to her, but for a while she had been his little darling….his little princess...Even in the worst of times she had that to count on, and then that was taken away, too.

It's why she has found it hard to stay close to anybody. Yes, she married Yuri; and she loved him. But at the time she was a detective, he was three steps away from being involved in Russian mob activities. They had to live separate lives. She always said it was safer that way and, maybe it was. But it was also damned convenient. She didn't have to worry about him pulling the rug out from under her at any given time."

Hotch had heard enough. He could understand quite well why she had chosen not to tell him a lot of what went down. She probably didn't want to think of what his reaction would to knowing that a woman he said 'I Love You' to had been bought and sold like furniture. And she would have been right, in a way. He wouldn't have changed his mind about her at all. He loved her, point blank; nothing was going to change that. But he would have gone on a head hunting expedition. Jake and his little friends would have died a painful and violent death long before this.

Hotch made it to Alecta's room and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He watched her sleep. He couldn't get over how young she looked. After everything she still looked young enough to pass for a high school student. He grabbed her left hand, curling it into his, pulling it closer to him as he laid his head down on the side of the bed and waited for her to wake up.

Post AN: Tzofiya is a Hebrew girls name; meaning is 'Guardian'. Neshama is either Hebrew or Yiddish, I was unclear about that in some of my research…but I'm pretty sure it's Hebrew, it means 'Soul' or 'my soul'.