So I finally finished my other fanfic Leaking Pain, so I can focus on this one! But just don't expect more regular updates, I'm going to boarding school remember? Also anything in italics is either a thought or a different language, it'll be pretty obvious which :) And Miss Suave, get back on ya meds girl coz you are crazy! But in a good way. And I am SO sorry you are gonna read what you are gonna read! Don't hate me? I know this chapter is a lot more broken up but it has a lot more action so bear with.
"Boss it wasn't faulty breaks that killed that Ahmed guy," Tony interjected into the silence that had fallen over the bullpen.
Gibbs sighed and looked at him, "What makes ya say that DiNozzo?!"
Tony hesitated, not sure how he could say that every night Hasmia has nightmares, but her life was at stake so he said so anyway, "The guys that killed her mum, they ah, they raped her as well. Both Mia and her mum were raped, they killed her mum but not her. She told me," He explained to Ziva's strange expression, "She saw one of they men a few days later, getting out of his car, she was pissed, as she should be after all that-"
"Spit it out DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked.
"She cut the breaks. He died in a car crash, they want her for revenge," He left out the burning of her young skin.
Ziva paused then all but ran to her computer, typing furiously, the whole team watched her for a few minutes before the plasma once again changed, it was a list of people, they all were dead, there was mugshots, official cause, date of birth and death. "These are the hits Ari did for Mossad." She ignored the way Tony stiffened at his name, she highlighted one name, "This was Tamir Nassar, one of three brothers who founded the Brotherhood. He was killed when he became too dangerous, selling and trading arms and bombs. Ari took him out." She paused, "He used to be Mossad. I have worked with him."
"So this is revenge for both the car crash and for Nassar!" McGee cried out, proud to contribute.
"Ya think Probie?" Tony snapped back.
Gibbs looked at Ziva hard, "Did Ari teach her much?"
"I do not know, but I would guess he would have, she would know more or less how to disappear and fight," Ziva replied from her desk.
He gave her another stare, she faltered then continued, "In the Kidon unit, we are taught to hide from the cameras, so she will be somewhere away from buildings or streets, also the ground is dangerous, you can be spotted easily, so she could be inside a building or maybe-"
"Hiding in a park," Gibbs finished, grabbing his SIG and badge, the others doing the same as they ran out the door.
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Hasmia tried to stay awake for as long she could in her hideout place in the willow tree, but the nights of restless slumber and a tiring day were too strong, they pulled her easily down into lethargy. She dozed for a while, woken by a sharp snap. She felt around the branches supporting her, none were damaged in any way. She pulled back a branch, displaying the area around her. The park was empty, the flickering flood lights near the basket ball court illuminating the grassy expanse. Hasmia saw movement towards one of the, what she had assumed, were empty warehouses. Several grown men were forcing a small shadowed figure towards the park. She looked harder as the silhouettes were given colour by the lights. There were four of the men, aside from what was now a teenage boy. She didn't recognise the men, they were wearing cargo pants, grey tops, simple clothing, but the boy she had seen before. Playing basket ball that afternoon.
"Where did you see her boy?!" One harshly asked in an accented voice.
The fear was evident in his voice, "Over there, she was on the phone, sitting at the bench!" His voice rose in octaves, Hasmia didn't need more lighting to tell they were hurting him in some way.
There was a pause, she saw a glint of metal, a pistol, a man rose it so it was facing the boy, "Where did she go?"
"She climbed that tree, don't know why. That's all I know man!" He begged.
"Which tree?" They hissed.
Hasmia felt her stomach ball up nervously as they all turned and looked at the willow tree she was perched in. They couldn't see her from that distance. But she knew they soon would be able to.
"Thank you, you will be remembered fondly," One stated, there was a loud click, a bullet traveled through the silencer, the boy slumped to the ground, he would never be getting up again.
There was cruel laughter, one of them spat on his slain body, as they started advancing on her.
Hasmia couldn't think, couldn't breath, they were here to kill her. She wasn't particularly afraid of death, she was certain it would be a good thing in a way. All the world had given her was pain, she would be almost happy to leave and join her parents. But there was the inkling little voice reminding her of her new family. Would they even mourn her?
"Hey bitch, remember us?" One of them asked gruffly, in Arabic once they got to the tree. Smiling sadistically when he saw her huddled form.
Hasmia began to shake, "It was an accident, I was angry I didn't-"
"And now we are angry, you have insulted the Brotherhood, no one lives after that," The man who was speaking had clearly proven himself the authority figure in the group, he signalled for the others to circle the tree so she couldn't get away. "Now are you coming down, or am I shooting you down?"
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Even with Ziva's driving and McGee furiously finding the quickest route with his laptop they were too late. They screeched into the park, launching themselves from the car, frantically scanning the park for anyone. It was McGee who found the crumpled form of the boy.
"Boss, better come here!" He yelled, kneeling down next to the cold body.
Gibbs ran over, he didn't ask if he was dead, the bullet hole in his forehead answered for him. He glanced at the dew covered ground, finding multiple footprints. He followed them easily to a large willow tree, a few small branches had been snapped off and there was some scuffed up areas on the trunk. Ziva and Tony were immediately at his side, whilst McGee phoned Ducky.
"Boss, there's blood," Tony pointed out to a few small drops at the base.
Ziva took a sharp inhale of breath, "You don't think?"
"They want her for revenge, it means she is still alive," He could see Ziva's eyes clouding over, her hand inadvertently reached for her holstered gun. He stepped forward, steadying her, "Ziver, we will find her."
She nodded mutely, walking off to phone a contact in regards to the Brotherhood.
Once she was out of earshot Tony quietly asked, "Boss, it is a revenge thing, so why isn't she dead?" He hated saying it, but he was trying to be realistic.
"I don't know DiNozzo, but I meant it when I said we would find her." Gibbs replied honestly.
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Hasmia woke with a pounding headache. She thought briefly that maybe she had just fallen in Abby's lab and hit her head. But when she gazed around the room she was in the faint hope in her quickly diminished. Her hair was in a ponytail but underneath her curls she could feel a sticky bump. Hasmia was alone. In a dimly lit, small room. The basic grey walls had no natural lighting, a thick wooden door and two chairs, she was in one, the other sat across the table from her. She forced herself to stay calm, freaking out would not help her at all. She felt under the table for anything that could be pried off and used as a weapon, there was nothing. She but on a stoic mask once the shouting behind the walls reached her, she had seconds to take a deep breath when the door slammed open.
Two men walked in. She recognised one of them from the park. They both had unshaven faces, simple working clothes, sturdy boots, cruel, unforgiving eyes.
"I have decided," The leader began in English to explain as he sat down in front of her, hands folded on top of the table, "That you do not deserve to speak Arabic, you are no worse than the infidels we wish to kill." He calmly stated.
Hasmia didn't reply, or look him in the eye, just staying fixated on a blemish in the wood of the table.
"You were difficult to track down, I give you that," He continued, pointing his finger at her, he leant back on his chair, "A fatherless street kid, who no one could care for, except for your whore of a mother. But, your father, Ari Haswari," He added, smirking slightly, "He was the give away. You left for America, why? Because obviously the street orphan has family there. No Grandparents, no cousins but a Aunt. Now I knew this Aunt of yours. Want to know how?"
Hasmia didn't respond to his questions, just tried to figure out how to turn invisible.
"You see, I was once Mossad. But I found that being a law figure there are limitations when it comes to punishment. So I left. Started this organisation, but I always remembered the David family. I hated them. They were groomed and showered with praise, me? I got told to train harder, be harder. So, I need to hurt Eli David. Best way? Well his wife is already dead, along with one of his daughters, his son, your father, killed. So that left Ziva David. Best way to get to her? Get to her family. See it is a circle." He stopped talking, waiting for a response.
He didn't get one, Hasmia had become drawn in on herself, barely listening to what he was saying.
The man became infuriated, he stood up, the force slamming his chair backwards onto the floor, Hasmia jumped with fright.
"You will not ignore me you bitch!" He yelled, slapping her harshly across the face.
Hasmia yelped in pain, but didn't say anything else.
"Where is Ziva David? Where does she live?!" He spat out, holding her hair tightly, yanking her face towards his.
"I. Don't. Know," Hasmia stated through gritted teeth.
He released her roughly, "Yes you do."
"No."
He slapped her again, pointing a finger to her bruised face, "Yes," Storming back through the door, the other man also left with him.
Hasmia gently touched her throbbing cheek, deciding that she would never betray her family. She got up, on shaky legs, and walked around the entire room, mapping out every detail. She found a ventilation shaft in a angle, well off the ground, angling her view a certain way she could see outside. She could just see the Potomac River and the Washington Monument, the faint hum of the city was nearby. Hasmia was thankful that she had researched, as well as she could, the area of DC.
'But that only means I can show them on a map where Ziva lives.'
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"What ya got?" Gibbs asked as soon as he got back from a quick meeting with Vance regarding the situation, overnight their searches had been in vain many times, the cameras that could possibly show anything didn't work, there was no one who could ID anyone, listed DNA to compare the blood to.
It was Tony who answered first, "Got a list of favourite hang out places for the Brotherhood when they're stateside."
"Bring 'em up."
Tony taped a few keys then a map of DC showed on the plasma, "There are five, one is near California so I crossed that one out, that leaves," Four red dots appeared, "One in these locations."
"Any guesses?"
Ziva pointed to one near the centre of the city, "Won't be here, they know she is a runner, they will want to keep her away from other people who could help her."
"So that would get rid of two of them boss," McGee gestured to another one near Ziva's. "And assuming the blood was hers, it is likely that she was knocked unconscious. It takes a good hour and a bit to wake up from a hard hit, so it is likely she is here," He pointed to one, across from the Potomac River, in a small area of shrub.
"Good work McGee, grab ya gear, we're getting Hasmia."
Ziva again opted to drive, making the half hour drive a easy 10. They surrounded the small cabin, slowly advancing on it.
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Hasmia soon lost count, lost count of how many blows, of when the stinging sensation was replaced with a fresh one, they all felt the same. Painful. She didn't fight back, not once. They soon figured that aside from sharp cries they would not get any useful information from her. They did not however know that Hasmia was a brilliant liar, she used it to her advantage, faking barely speaking English, not ever going to school, no skill with mapping, being simple, they believed her. But they were men. There was at least seven of them. She was alone. Eventually one of them suggested using her for one night, killing her tomorrow, she was no use to them. Other than pleasure. That was when her fire was relit. The memories swarmed her, she recognised the way they approached, careful and slowly, enjoying the terror she couldn't hide. Hasmia had already resigned herself to death, but she would never go down without a fight.
The first man who came close to her, she slammed her shoe into his shin, he crumbled and she smashed her bony elbow into his temple. Two came towards her at once, she grabbed one's genitals, wrenching down as hard as she could, the man next to him tried to overpower her, but Hasmia had already lost any sense of normal fighting. She raked her nails into his eye, attempting to gouge them out, biting hard on the hand that was sent to slap her. Suddenly she was a caged animal, ignoring any cry of protest from her injuries, bent on getting free.
Out of nowhere the rope came out and began to restrict her movement, stoping her from protecting herself, when there was a yell, followed a sharp bang. Hasmia knew it was gunfire. So did the others, they ran from the room to help their comrades, followed by more bullets.
The door smashed open, Hasmia well and truly believed that it was Kadin, the leader, to put lead in her, but it wasn't. As she was swept into Ziva's arms from the ground, she knew in her heart that this was her new family, she didn't want to leave it anytime soon.
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"I am sorry ma'am, but are you family, this patient is off limits," A stern nurse told Ziva as she entered the hospital, asking for Hasmia Haswari. She wanted to stay with the teenage girl the minute she opened the door. Mia was bleeding badly from the various gashes and cuts, many sticky bruises had risen in her olive skin. Her normally free flowing curls were in a loose ponytail, mattered with blood and sweat. There was a glazed, clouded look in her eyes, she was near inconsolable, trying to squirm away from any touch, even from hers for a while, until she actually looked up at Ziva, then she had willingly been cradled like the injured child she was. Ziva had watched, hand in hand as Gibbs carried her to the waiting ambulance, which drove away too quickly for Ziva to join.
Ziva held up her badge, "NCIS, and I am also her aunt."
"Oh, then follow me please," The nurse weaved her way through a series of corridors and hallways, finally reaching Hasmia's room.
The lady left Ziva alone outside the door, she peered through the window; Mia was lying in her bed, in a loose hospital gown, although Ziva had a hunch it would fit any other girl her age. Her hair fell damply around her face, she didn't even bother flicking at away with a huff like she used to, large bags were under her bruised and swollen eyes, pity, shame and guilt filling them, she was fiddling with her fingers, dark purple mingled with her olive skin on her arms, and what Ziva suspected would be most of her body. Her knees were up, her posture could seem normal to anyone else, but Ziva saw the way her head was ducked, her knees shielding her, hair hiding her, she was scared.
Ziva drew a deep breath, knocking on the door, "Mia, can I come in?"
Hasmia nodded, Ziva realising immediately she had fallen back into her mute ways.
She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, "You are not trouble Mia," She attempted to comfort the teen.
Hasmia didn't respond, barely even changed her reaction, to at least how she had heard.
"They are dead, all bar one of them, Kadin, he is the leader, no?" Ziva could see how deeply Hasmia had folded into herself. She reached out, holding tightly the girl's cold hand, "Mia. Come back to me tataleh." She begged.
Slowly there was recognition in her deep eyes, for a fleeting moment Ziva thought it was gone, but then gently Mia looked up at Ziva, actually seeing her aunt for the first time. A single tear tracked it's way down her bruised cheek. Ziva sighed with sympathy, reached up and brushed it away. "Oh Mia, why did you run, we could protect you, you can trust us," Ziva whispered gently.
Hasmia shook her head, it was the smallest of movements Ziva wasn't even sure she saw it.
It nearly broke Ziva's heart, "God Mia, of course you can! I am you Aunt, we are family."
"They didn't want me," Hasmia quietly muttered.
Ziva was confused, "Your parents? They loved you."
Another small shake of her head, "The men, they, didn't want me," She explained.
Ziva's confusion spread, "Then why did they take you?"
This time Hasmia looked her directly in the eye as she spoke, "They want you."
OMG I am sooooo sorry Miss Suave! She had a fight though? PLEASE forgive me!
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