BIG SHOUTOUT! To Miss Suave, she's reviewed every chapter so far, you're a total legend, you make a moon walking cat, playing the guitar uninteresting. Little shorter than normal but hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
"DiNozzo, track down what happened to Hasmia, and-"
"Cross check any names with recent immigrants to here from the Middle East," Tony interrupted, quickly walking off, squeezing Ziva's hand before he disappears to make a phone call.
Gibbs nodded his consent, turning to McGee, "Get me everything you can on these woman," He leant in to the Probationary Agent, "Everything."
"Gibbs, can I go back to NCIS, to be with Hasmia?" Ziva asked, after she quickly composed herself.
"A agent with her at all times Ziva, see if you can find any names from her, anything." Gibbs ordered gruffly, not even looking at her long enough for a reply before walking off to find Ducky. Ziva ran to her car, driving off to NCIS, breaking several DC traffic laws as she did so.
"Duck, what ya got?" He asked as he made his way towards the Medical Examiner.
Ducky sighed, it wasn't a pretty sight, even for someone with years of experience, "They weren't tortured Jethro, they were only partially skinned for their blood," He pointed to a particularly deep looking incision, "This one for example is right over a major vein, there would have been massive bleeding. These dried lines, are conducive to a bowl of some sort being held below the wound to collect the blood."
Gibbs paused, taking in the gruesomeness of it all, "Cause of death?"
"Gun shot Agent Gibbs," Palmer chipped in, his small smile fell when he was placed under Gibbs' steely glare.
"That is an assumption Mr Palmer!" Ducky insisted, "But it is likely that could be the cause," He pointed to the two bullet holes in each forehead, "Point blank range."
"Execution," Gibbs finished.
"Yes, it would appear the bastard or bastards got what they wanted then killed the poor women." Ducky stood, dusting his hands against his pants, "Alright let's get these unfortunate ladies bagged shall we Mr Palmer?"
"Of course doctor," Jimmy obliged.
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"Hasmia? Abby where has she gone?!" Ziva nervously demanded as she entered her friend's lab, not bothering with a greeting.
Abby looked up from her computer, gesturing towards the bathroom opposite the door, "Toilet, Ziva what's happening? It's not Tony is it? God I've jinxed it! Why do I always jinx things, at bowling with the nuns, all the time! Why must I always-"
"Abby! Hasmia is in danger, where exactly is she?" Ziva insisted, normally finding Abby's ramblings almost cute.
Abby led Ziva to the bathroom door, "Her hair kept annoying her so I gave her a hair tie, told her there is a mirror in here."
Ziva nodded and knocked on the door, "Mia? You in there? It's Ziva, we need to talk."
There was silence.
Ziva's right hand reached for her gun, her left pushing open the door, the room was empty, two of the three stalls doors were wide open, displaying their lack of anyone. The third was locked shut. Ziva rushed over to it, "Mia come on, open the door," She begged.
Again silence.
Abby whimpered quietly, her hands pressed firmly against her cheeks, Ziva knelt down and looked under the door, the stall appeared empty. She stood back, centring her balance, before harshly kicking the door open. The stall was empty. Ziva took a deep breath, forcing herself to use the investigator in her to look at the scene in front of her. The seat was down, window open. It was a very small window, anyone else would never have had fitted, but Hasmia was incredibly thin, she could have done it easily. Ziva looked around the toilet, she saw a small note scrunched up on the floor.
Heart falling she reached down, Abby gasped, "That's not a ransom thing is it?!"
Ziva opened it, soothing out the edges, it was a photo, from the crime scene earlier today, the tortured bodies slumped with obvious death. With a red vivid someone had written in Arabic, 'You're next bitch. Anyone who gets in the way will die.'
"Ziva what does it say?!" Abby cried.
Ziva ignored her question, "Phone Gibbs, now!"
Abby nodded and ran off to find her cell.
Once she was gone Ziva had time to briefly show her emotions, pain and worry etched on her face she reread the note, "Shit Mia, what the hell have you gotten into?"
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Hasmia knew she was in trouble, the moment when she was walking with Ziva and Tony into NCIS. Someone, she didn't even have time to glance at pressed a piece of paper into her hand. She barely felt it, barely. Hasmia hand't looked at it, not wanting to freak Ziva and Tony out. She just slid it into her pocket, opening once they left to talk to Vance. Her cheeks had gone red, both with fear and rage. Whoever she had hurt in that car crash either had powerful friends or was part of something dangerous. And worldwide. She had acted normal, secretly waiting for a moment when she could slip away, to prevent anyone in the team getting hurt. So when Abby suggested she tie up her hair she knew it could be the only opportunity she could get. She slid easily out of the window, secretly thankful for her years of malnourishment. There was a large compound fence surrounding NCIS, but she quickly climbed it, taking off down the street before anyone could stop her.
Hasmia knew that in the centre of most cities there were security cameras, she figured that they would use them to try and find her, she had to get out. Tony had given her some money, probably for the vending machines, it would have to do for bus fare. The driver she managed to signal looked at her suspiciously, the messy ponytail, her worn shoes, the wild and chased look in her eyes, but said nothing as he gave her the change. She spied two cameras in the bus, one at the front, one at the back, so she sat in the middle, shielding her face by leaning on the wall, looking intently out the window. The bus trip was long, she wanted to get as far from NCIS, from her new family as she could. She had at times been caught stealing something, been chased or tracked down. So Hasmia knew how to get away from surveillance cameras.
She waited until they were at a stop with lots of people and another bus parked up also. When a large throng of people got off so did she, again using her small stature to hide amongst them, she did so until she got on the next bus, quickly handing the driver the money, telling him to keep the change with a forced smile, then sitting down quietly. She stayed on that bus a lot longer, waiting for a fairly poor area to come about, there was hardly ever cameras in there, least of all working ones.
She got off and walked to a small, overgrown park, some boys were playing basket ball but other than that it was completely empty. She pulled out the phone she had swiped from a passerby, quickly she dialled the number she had seen Tony when he went to phone Ziva the other night.
It barely began to ring when she answered, "Agent David."
"It's me," Hasmia stated bluntly.
There was a paused, as if she was telling someone something, "Mia! Are you hurt, what is going on?"
"I am fine, for now. The man that died, his friends are here."
"What man?!" Ziva cried out, Hasmia remembering that Tony probably hadn't told Ziva yet.
Hasmia glanced around, "The men who killed Ima. I have to go."
"Mia! You don't need to run!" Ziva insisted desperately, the tears in her eyes leached into her voice.
"Yes I do, you must have read the note, I will not cause harm to you."
"Please Hasmia don't-"
"Shalom dodah," Hasmia interrupted, clicking the phone shut. She paused, wiping her eyes, angry with herself, with fate, with the world, just angry. She looked around, seeing a small pond that was littered with ducks she went over, throwing the phone into it. Hasmia paused, not sure where to go, she had nothing, only about twenty cents and the clothes she was wearing, judging by the sun it was nearly five in the afternoon. She need somewhere to sleep. There was a large willow tree that she thought could be a easy place. She had spent many nights in trees, they were safer than on the ground, sometimes she would have had walked very far in one day and wouldn't have time to get to her and her mother's shelter. She went over to the tree, mapping out her climb quickly, spotting a place where a thick branch passed closely to another, near the trunk, it would suit her fine. She glanced at the basket ballers, but they were too caught up in their game to even notice her. She climbed up, pulling some leaves and putting them in certain spots ensured she was comfortable, covered and able to survey around her easily.
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"Get a location?!" Ziva asked as soon as Hasmia hung up, she was partially touched that she called her dodah, but was too tense to think about it for more than a fraction of a second.
McGee sighed, "No she ended the call too early, but I can give a rough estimate, but it will be a pretty large area."
"Do it McGee," Gibbs ordered.
He typed briefly then the plasma screen displayed a section of Fairfax, one that they all knew was fairly poor. There were several apartment buildings, along with huge sections of empty warehouses, a small park and supermarket. They all looked at McGee, waiting for him to narrow it down further, "It's all I can do with what I got, sorry."
"Thank you McGee, it is a start," Ziva comforted.
Gibbs stared into space for a moment, "Bring up the eight men who killed her mother McGee."
He nodded and typed furiously for a few minutes, eventually finding them, the screen changed from Fairfax to eight mugshots. One faded slightly, "Boss the faded one is Ahmed Hussain, he died in a car crash a few months ago, faulty breaks."
"Gang affiliations?" Tony asked from his spot next to Ziva, they were holding hands in a desperate attempt to stay composed.
More typing, "Yes they are all members of the, uh Ziva, translation?" He brought it up to the screen, الإخوة من الحرب.
"The Brotherhood of War, I have heard of them from Mossad, they are deadly, responsible for many deaths worldwide, they rival Al Qaeda in death toll but just are not as well known." The words were robotic, Ziva felt cold, numb, how could a fifteen year old girl be hunted by these killers?
So. Here you are. DANGER! Ok, dodah as far as Goggle could tell me means 'Aunt' in Hebrew, and the Arabic, again thanks Google, means Brotherhood of War, but probably has terrible grammar, like all Google translations so SORRY!
Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, and sorry Miss Suave, it had to happen.
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