Now I know that for making you guys wait for ages and then to give you a short chapter is a bit mean, but the next one is going to be really long, so forgive me?

And once again I know (I feel like the all knowing Gibbs!) that the interrogation scene isn't the longest, with Gibbs beating the living daylights out of Beztalel, but it was a really hard chapter to write!

Pacing back and forth, counting how many times her tap dripped in an hour, waiting. Just waiting. It was how Ziva had filled up the past few weeks whilst in solitary confinement. It seemed to her that all she did was wait. Wait for Tali to get out of class before walking together back home in matching uniforms, waiting for her Ima to take her to dance lessons, waiting for Eli to take her to Ima's grave, waiting for the announcement of top academics for the school year, finding out Tali was dead, the next day told she was being sent off to a training camp and would miss her sister's funeral.

Ziva knew that the team would be doing the best they could, but she was still so angry. Not just with them but with herself. Someone had to have had gone into her apartment to get stuff to frame her with, yet she hadn't noticed. Some Mossad officer she was. Eli would be proud. Ziva could feel her control slipping away, from the regulated feeding times, a tray slid between a small opening in the door, the loud yelling whenever she was led past the cells, the markings on her wrists from the cuffs. She sat up in her small bed, glancing around at her room, the door straight ahead, the sink and toilet to the left, a desk and chair to the right, all a sterile white. It reminded her of hospitals, and how many times she had rushed in, just in time to see a friend's life be sucked away.

She needed control. Ziva knew she would be nearly constantly watched, but there had to be some way she could take order in a small portion of her life. She glanced down at her thin, bird like fingers, realising a way. Holding firmly her left thumb in her right hand she flicked her wrist, feeling a small pop and then a gentle cloud of pain washed over her. But it felt good, it felt like control. Ziva repeated the action with her first finger, then her third, before her entire left hand began to swell.

Sighing she stated "You are one broken person Ziva," In Hebrew, talking to herself had been one of the ways to keep occupied, but it was always in Hebrew for some reason. Staring at her dislocated fingers she realised that causing herself pain had done little to help her feel in control, other than the brief seconds of pleasure. Jaw clenched in anger she quickly reset them, cursing herself for being so stupid.

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Whilst Gibbs had hoped his death stare would crack Betzalel's shield it did little to wipe the small smirk off his face. They sat and stared at each other for only five minutes, although for Tony behind the one way glass it felt to be leaching into an hour before one of them spoke.

"Agent Gibbs, you have no reason to keep me here, and I believe I am allowed a lawyer," The Middle Eastern man smugly stated.

Gibbs didn't reply immediately, his eyes narrowing in anger. "She was a child," He eventually answered.

He ran a finger along the stubble above his thin top lip, "I don't know who you are talking about Agent Gibbs."

"Like hell you don't," The Marine snapped, opening the folder he had brought with him, bringing out two photos, one of Ziva in her NCIS uniform, and one of Hasmia, it was the one on her ID badge she had to take with her around the building in case a security guard tried to tell her off. Gibbs silently pushed them towards Betzalel, allowing the man to study them.

"She's pretty, I would imagine she would be a fun girl," He slyly remarked, obviously attempting to annoy Gibbs. He gestured to Hasmia's picture, "And who is this? She reminds me of someone."

Gibbs' jaw clenched shut, urging himself to not smack Beztalel, he took a deep breath, "Her name is Hasmia Haswari, daughter of-"

"Ari Haswari, who was the bastard son of Eli David. Who supposedly I would guess to be the father of Ziva David." He interrupted, leaning forward, hands on the table, indicating to the photo of Ziva. "How am I doing?"

The Marine smirked, Beztalel's sly grin grew, "Very well," His glare returned, "Seeing as I didn't say her name."

His arrogance and confidence diminished, fading like the control in his eyes. Once charismatic and with forced charm the now dark irises narrowed, his jaw clenched. "You have nothing on me Agent Gibbs. Am I under arrest?"

He didn't reply, only pulling out a report, from the folder, "This is from Mossad, a detailed reading of why you left. Says here you got in an argument with the Director."

"That man is a old fool," Beztalel scoffed.

Gibbs grinned, "It quotes you stating you would return to destroy Eli one day before you left."

He eyed the older man up, trying to see what he was angling to, "Your point?"

"My point," Gibbs crossed his arms on the cool metal table, "Is that we have one team member in solitary confinement for suspected terrorism and her niece has just been kidnapped and tortured. So my point is what the hell does your little Brotherhood have to do with it?!" Cheeks turned red as his voice rose in volume.

There was a pause whilst Beztalel weighed up his options, "I want a deal."

"Not happening."

"Like I said before Gibbs," He had lost his mock politeness, "You have nothing on me."

The Marine didn't reply, just took out some more photos from the warehouse they had picked him up from, one of a trapdoor, then of a room full of gun, knifes, grenades and chemicals. He slid them to Betzalel, allowing the man to make up his mind a bit more in regards to the plea deal.

Finally one of them spoke, Gibbs' gruff voice filled the silence, "I got you for owning and distributing illegal and unregistered weapons, intent on making a bomb to be used in an act of terrorism, the kidnapping and torture of Hasmia Haswari and the framing and causing the incaseration Ziva David." He smirked, "I have a lot on you."

Beztalel's eyes showed his acknowledged defeat, he took a deep breath, "How can you prove the last two?"

"Phone records between you and Kadin, along with text messages." He read from a sheet of paper, "You got the girl? Break her." Gibbs studied his reaction, "Security cameras show you have been to Ziva's apartment at least four times, and not to mention-"

"Stop!" He yelled angrily, glaring at Gibbs calm expression. "What do you want?" He defeatedly asked.

"On the record, a confession, otherwise you being castrated."

His jaw clenched, but his head hung low, he knew he was beaten.

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Tony and Hasmia waited outside the detention centre Ziva had been held in for the past two weeks, leaning against his car, facing the gates, willing them to open. Tony thought back to the past two weeks, the sleepless nights, uneaten food and silent conversations, all stating how empty he felt without Ziva. Gibbs had told them little from his visits to Ziva, only that she missed them, he knew it was for his own good really, if anyone had mistreated her in anyway the whole team knew that Tony would not let it go. He was pulled away from his day dream when he felt Mia tense, she still was barely talking, but yesterday Tony heard her laugh watching the neighbour's dog playing in their garden, which she could see from her window. It was a beautiful sound, he wanted to hear it more.

He glanced up as the wire fence separated, allowing the most amazing woman he had ever met walked out. She was wearing the same clothes she had been arrested in, but Tony knew she would have been given a jumpsuit to dress in whilst there. Her long, ebony curls were free, blowing gently in the breeze, Tony watched, unable to move as she paused, taking in the fresh air, sunlight, the life around her.

"Dodah," Hasmia murmured as her small steps turned to a run, she collided with Ziva's open arms with enough force to make the woman almost topple over. Her thin limbs held tight, Tony grinned and walked over, getting closer he couldn't help but notice the bags under Ziva's eyes, the red wrists, the fact she had obviously lost weight.

But it didn't matter to him, he laughed and tapped Mia's shoulder, "Sorry to interrupt but, she is my girlfriend," He joked, loving to be able to call Ziva that.

Mia grinned and released the Israeli, stepping aside for Tony to wrap Ziva gently in a warm embrace, taking in the scent of her.

"I missed you," She whispered.

Tony smiled, "That's a relief, if you found a boyfriend there I'd have to-" He was interrupted by a sharp jab in the ribs. "Hey!" They quickly kissed, "I really did miss you Ziva."

Mimicking his tone she replied, "That's a relief."

"Can we go now?" Hasmia quietly asked, Ziva stood next to Tony, gazing lovingly at her niece.

She glanced back and forth at Tony and Ziva, wondering if she had said something wrong.

Ziva smiled, "Of course tataleh, I've been waiting to go home for too long. A real home, not just a house." They didn't move however, everyone sensing something important was happening here.

Hasmia paused, "Me too."

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