This is the second story that I have published and this is one of my favourites that I have written. I like the way I have set this one out.

I guess it could be set when ever you think it should be, but Ray is mentioned so when I started writing this I was writting it as if it was between season 8 and 9.

I would love to hear what you think about this story, so if you have time could you please review. I am not far into writting this so if you have any suggestions or anything you want to happen feel free to tell me, it might help me with writers block which i have seemed to have had multiple times while writting this after about chapter 5.

Yes I am one of those people who write a fair few chapters before publishing, it slightly annoys me when I am reading a story and it doesn't update for a few months because of writers block. That doesn't mean that those stories are not good, because most of them are.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters metioned on the TV program NCIS in this story. I do own the characters not mentioned and the idea. Nothing else is mine.

She still wasn't 100% sure what had happened. The other morning when she arrived to work everything seemed the same; every thing was following routine as it did every day. So she couldn't quite put her finger on why she was now on a plane to Tel Aviv with the director, her boss, and her two co-workers.

They had no ties to him. Well the director did, and she did, but the rest of them didn't. She supposed that was the 'protection duty' that hadn't officially been put over her. They seemed to know that she wouldn't agree to be watched twenty-four-seven.

She knew why she was on her way to her home country; she didn't know how the past couple of days went so fast.

Two days earlier...

She was the first one to arrive, it was nothing different, she was always the first to arrive. Well, the first aside from her boss. But when ever she walked in the morning he never seemed to be anywhere.

She booted up her computer and started going through some emails and catching up on some paper work. A few minutes later one of her co-workers showed up.

Timothy McGee. The geek of the team, the one good with computers, the one that you could always rely on, but because of this, because of his good heart, it made him subject to be taken advantage of easily. Not that she had ever done this. Slight black mail, to manipulate a situation in her favour maybe, but nothing major. He was – she guessed you could say – the 'baby' of the team. He was a good, reliable agent, but he had less experience then the rest of them. Even though he was junior field agent and she was probationary agent, she still had more experience. She saw him sort of like the little brother she never had, and she ceased to protect him as a sister would a brother.

"Good Morning," he said cheerfully.

"Hello," she replied cheerfully.

He nodded as he put his gear next to his desk and his gun in his top draw, then booting up his own computer as he prepared to begin work.

Not half an hour later did her partner decide to show up, "Bit late, Tony?" she asked rhetorically. He glared at her as he snuck to his desk.

Anthony DiNozzo Junior named after his father, Tony for short. He was the complete opposite of McGee. While McGee like to be on time and precise, Tony preferred to do things in his own time; such as arrive to work three quarters of an hour late. Tony was the sleaze, he was the one who made all the jokes, he knew probably all the movies that ever existed by heart, and constantly surprised her with his ability to be able to seem like he is doing nothing and when the boss walks in present him with more than she or McGee had. He was sometimes hard to put up with, but she knew that he hide behind the mask of the 'funny man' to hide what he truly felt, if you could break away this mask he was a loyal, reliable person who had been known to become protective of co-workers at times when he thought they were in trouble.

There was also the leader of the three: Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Says very little, he expects his team to be able to know what he wants next, at times he can be unpredictable. He drinks coffee like it's going out of fashion. He gave out head slaps to anyone on his team who behaved inappropriately, so Tony copped most head slaps. He could make the strongest of men break, she had witnessed it. Technology seemed to run away from him. Screaming. He had lost his first wife and his only child. She saw him a father, supportive, reliable, and always therefore you no matter what. He had accepted her into his team after the person she'd replaced was killed. There was slight resentment from the team, which over time disappeared and became acceptance. She would forever be thankful for that.

Basically she had a very reliable, trustworthily team that she wouldn't give up for the world.

Ziva David. That was her name. Ex-Israeli Mossad, specializing in assassinations. She was now a probationary agent for the organization NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Service. She had walked in and gradually been accepted. She had strong bonds with the people she worked with, not something she usually experienced in Mossad. She still had secrets, but what person didn't. She felt at home in America, surrounded by her adopted family.

Every one on the team was completely different and brought different skills to the table; it made them a good team. They all had something in common with each other meaning they could relate to one another. She would always be there for them as she knew they would always be there for her.

She looked back at her work after greeting he co-workers only to look up again when she heard one of the two agents turn one of the TVs on. The volume was on low, but it was loud enough that she could hear it. She looked up at the sudden new sound that had turned on then looked down but did a double take when she saw a scene that was all too familiar in a place way to familiar.

The scene was a house, well what was left of the house, after a bomb had been detonated on it. It wasn't the first time she had seen a bomb destroyed house. There was something bothering her about this one though. The scenery from around the house was familiar. It was a place that she hadn't visited in a long time but could still vaguely remember. She knew this footage was coming from Israel, she could tell that much. The main hint was the strip of writing along the bottom of the screen telling the viewers where they were reporting.

She didn't quite understand why it was so familiar until the newsperson began to speak. By now she was standing in front of the TV, she could feel the eyes of her co-workers watching her, wondering what she was doing.

"This is breaking news straight from Israel," said the person on the TV, "We have reports that what you are seeing on your screens right now, is The Mossad director's house," she explained.

The voice was voicing over the scene of the burning house. She now knew why the scene looked familiar; she had been there many of times when she was a kid. It was her father's second house. The one closest to his work, when he needed to get away for a while he would go to his other house that was further away. She spent more time at the hopefully still standing house than she did the one being shown. Whenever he had Tali and herself they would go to the second house.

The voice over continued to talk, "At 7:45am Washington DC time. A bomb was detonated at this location. It is unclear whether the Director of the Israeli Mossad was in his house or not at the time. There are reports that the attack may have been planned by terrorists, as for why, we don't know. We know that Mossad's director has one child that is still alive that has been involved with Mossad, and now have Mossad worried that his child might be next. A spokes person from Mossad has told us this," the screen flashed to a person that Ziva vaguely recognized. He didn't know English so the news channel had subtitles. Ziva didn't need the subtitles to know what he was saying.

"We believe that this attack could be a warning about a mission that might or might not take place, it could be terrorism, it could be a simple assassination from an enemy, or revenge. We have a concern for his only daughter, and fears of her safety as she may be a target of interest if this was a revenge attack, because of her involvement in Mossad. We have people in the process of contacting her now," he said.

Someone, she wasn't pay attention who, could see her slowly processing the news and that it was bothering her, they had enough sense to turn it off.

"I'm sorry Ziva," she heard Tony softly say. She looked at him sharply, "What is there to be sorry about? He ruined my life," she said emotionlessly

"He was still you father," he said. He had been watching her since she walked over to the TV. He saw her eyes become glassy when they said that the bomb went off at her fathers Place. She didn't reply.

After years of her life being spent wanting him dead. Now he possibly was and she didn't know what to do. She only hoped, for some irrational reason that he was at work or at his other home. She turned around and came face to face with Gibbs and Vance standing behind him, "We were coming down just as it came on the news to let you know," said Gibbs, "I didn't want you to find out like that,"

She nodded in acknowledgement at Gibbs, and then addressed Vance, "Was he in that house? Is there absolutely no chance that he was at his other house?"

He shook his head.

They confirmed with in the next couple of hours that it was an attack of revenge and it was believed that she would be the next target, because of her relation to Eli.

Present Day...

The rest of that day went by fast, so did the day that followed. A Mossad officer had managed to contact her a few hours later, telling her exactly what had happened.

Now she found herself on a plane, seated between Tony and Gibbs. Her friends there for 'Moral Support' as Tony put it; he said that they would be there for her.

She knew better, she was under protective detail. So was the director, but their biggest concern was Ziva. She had agreed to go to Israel to pay her respects to her father; his funeral was in a few days at a classified location that they wouldn't know until the day of.

She unbuckled her seat belt and excused her self. She began walking to the bathroom when she felt a hand grab her wrist, "I am just going to the bathroom, Tony. If you do not let me go then you will have to join me," she said suggestively, which was different from how she had been acting the past couple of days, she hadn't made any suggestive comments, or acknowledged when Tony did. Tony smiled and released her arm.

Once in the bathroom she sat on the closed toilet. She needed sometime alone. She hadn't been alone since they found out. There was always someone with her. She needed to think.

For the first time in her life she could remember she felt free, unbounded by the person who had made her to be the person she was. She felt like this when she moved to America on the liaison position but still felt bound to some degree, she felt the same when she became a probationary agent and even more so when she got her citizenship. But all that was to a lesser degree, she had never felt freer than she did now. She knew that there would be no chance of being called back. She before the past couple days, she knew it was a matter of time before Eli called her back to Israel for what ever reason.

She knew that deep in her heart she didn't want him dead, but when someone had put that much pressure on another, made them constantly feel like their not and never will be good enough, it was hard not to wish that.

After a few minutes of being locked up in the aeroplane's small bathroom she stood up and returned back to her seat. Preparing for their stop over in France before the rest of the flight to Tel Aviv.

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