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Tony sat at his desk doing anything he could not to look at Ziva's empty desk across the way. It'd been almost a month since he, Gibbs, and Vance left Ziva on the tarmac in Tel Aviv, and still no one had heard a word from her. Tony understood why she did not want to talk to him, but figured that she would have at least contacted Abby. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not hear the mailman walk up with a small package and sit in front of him on the desk.

"Thanks," he mumbled as the man walked away. He looked at the box for a second, before he reached out and picked it up. When Tony opened the box, he was not prepared for what he saw inside. "Ziva," he whispered, earning the attention of McGee and Gibbs. He reached into the box, and pulled out the contents of the box, holding it gingerly in his hands.

Gibbs recognized the shining silver in Tony's hand quickly, and jumped out of his seat. "Who sent that?" he asked, turning Tony's attention back from Ziva's Star of David he held in his hands.

"There's more," Tony said, pulling a folded piece of paper out from the bottom of the box. When he unfolded it, a picture fell onto the table. Looking down at it, Tony grimaced. It was Ziva tied to a chair in the middle of the room. It was clearly evident that she had been beaten for a while.

"What's the paper say?" Gibbs asked, and Tony turned his attention to it.

"'Surely this is not a surprise. Do not try to find her, or she will pay. She will remember how we deal with traitors like her,'" Tony read aloud.

"Take this down to Abby. Have her see if any traces were left from who sent it. McGee, call Ducky. Have him look at this, and get his thoughts," Gibbs ordered as he headed up the stairs to have a quick visit with the Director.

Director Vance's Office

"And what do you plan on doing?" Vance asked after Gibbs filled him in on what just happened. "Technically, she is no longer a part of NCIS, thus we have no jurisdiction on anything involving her. She is under Mossad now"

"You know just as well as I do that Director David would rather leave her to die than go after her," Gibbs fumed. "I don't care if she is under Bin laden's jurisdiction, she is still a part of my team, and I WILL find her and bring her back here," he told Vance.

"There is more at stake than your 'team' here, Gibbs," Vance said, grabbing a toothpick from his desk. "We have no idea who has Officer David, where she is, or even if she is still alive."

"She's alive," Gibbs said, sure of himself. If she was dead, his gut would have told him. Gibbs looked at Vance for a moment. Listening to his gut, Gibbs said, "If there is anything you would like to divulge about this, please do so."

"I only know what you do," Vance sighed, sitting back down. "However, if I were you, I'd start looking in the files Miss Sciuto recovered from the charred laptop. My bet is Director David put Ziva on the same mission Michael Rivkin had."

Abby's Lab

"Why would anyone do this?" Abby rambled. "She never should have stayed in Israel. She would have been safe here, and this guy wouldn't have done this to her if she came back."

"Abs, it was her decision," Tony said solemnly. "She needed time to think before she came back here," he explained, thinking back a month ago. He tried telling her the truth, but she was too emotionally confused and angry to comprehend what happened. Her whole life had been turned upside down, she needed time to cope. However, after seeing her beautiful face all beaten up in that picture, Tony's heart plummeted. It was his fault she went back to Israel. His fault she chose to stay behind. If he hadn't been so stupid and lived when he should have been the one to die, Ziva would still have been in D.C. and safe.

"Oh, my," Ducky said, walking into the lab. "Where did you get this?" Ducky asked, looking at the screen where the picture of Ziva was projected next to the note.

"Someone sent it to me with her necklace," Tony explained, pointing to the table where everything lay. "How bad off is she, Ducky?" Tony asked the older man.

"She is sure to be in massive amounts of pain," Ducky explained, studying the photograph briefly before looking at the note. "Any clue as to who sent this?" Ducky asked.

"I'm tracking the postal records right now," McGee said from beside Abby. "They sent it through multiple lines to make it difficult to trace."

"Any traces?" Gibbs asked, joining then conversation as he walked into the lab.

"I searched everywhere, there's not one speck," Abby said. "You have to find her, Gibbs."

"I will," he replied, kissing her on the cheek. "DiNozzo, you're with me. McGee, stay here and help sift through the information on the laptop we found in Ziva's apartment. See what you can find," Gibbs ordered, leaving the room with Tony following.

In the elevator, Gibbs turned to Tony, "We will find her, and I will make sure that whoever did this will pay."

"How are we supposed to find her when she's probably halfway on the other side of the world?" Tony said, letting out his worries finally. "Boss, if she was on a mission, why did she have her necklace on? It would be a dead giveaway that she was Israeli," Tony said, his mind finally becoming useful.

"I know, Tony," Gibbs sighed. "My gut's telling me something else is going on that what we know," he said just as the doors opened to the bullpen.

In a Room Somewhere

Ziva attempted to suppress a groan as she struggled to open her eyes. Her left eye was practically useless with all the swelling around it, and her right eye was beginning to get just as bad. She no longer felt the pain that radiated through her body; it had grown numb a long time ago. With no windows in the room she was in, Ziva had no idea how long she'd been tied to the chair. It seemed like it had been forever, yet it seemed like it was only yesterday she was in Washington with those she'd come to think of as family. Family? she half-laughed. That is not how she left them. She made them believe they meant nothing to her, but that was the biggest lie of them all. They meant everything to her; she trusted them more than anyone else. She trusted them to find her, all she had to do was hold out long enough for Gibbs to find her.

As soon as the plane has disappeared from Ziva's view, she knew she was in trouble. Something was not right about the mission briefing her father had given her. If he had been as positive that the training camp was in Somalia as he said he was, why hadn't he called in the task force? Instead, he sent Ziva with five others. Those five Ziva had seen around before, but never had she talked to them. That should have been her first warning.

Ziva heard footsteps seconds before the door rattled open. In walked the man who visited at least five times a day. "Are you ready to talk yet?" he asked, his voice grating in Ziva's ears. "You are strong, but not strong enough. I will break you," he whispered in her ear right before punching her stomach-the first of a series of hits she received. She only remembered a handful of them before she blacked out. Her last thought before giving in to the darkness was of Tony laughing in the bullpen back when everything seemed peaceful and perfect.

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