The director froze. His mouth opened slightly, torn between running out and staying there with her. Did he imagine it?

He looked at her face. As expressionless and as cold as before, looking back at her hand he called out. Not daring to breath.

Gibbs and Tony both fell through the door. David motioned at Tony to come over; he pressed her hand between his and laid it back on the bed.

Tony looked bemused for a moment, his eyes scanning David, looking for an answer on his old face.

He felt a light squeeze, barely there at all.

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A muffled sound filled her ears; a low hum, like an irksome fly in a corner of room. Something you know is there but just cannot place. She tried to sit up; she was tied to the bed. Or so it felt, her whole body was tired and ached. She had not the energy to even open her eyes. The buzzing morphed into the low tones of someone talking.

She could not place the voice, hell! She did not know it was even someone talking yet. She just wanted to sleep some more...

"Please come back to me..."

Did they not know she was here, she thought?

Her head was clearing, a haze was lifting slowly. The rolling back of fog over her mind.

She acknowledged the presence of a voice but did not really hear.

Her brain suddenly kicked in. Just for a moment.

It is your father.

He was here? It must be a dream. She could not tell what was real or not. The two flowed together beautifully.

A loud shout hit her. Then the sound of running

Someone grabbed her hand. She needed to stop this chaos and panic, trying to reach out to them...

She squeezed again.

Slightly harder this time, she was still enjoying the restful bliss of sleep too much to awaken to the world of the ignorant living.

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Tony practically fell onto the seat on the either side of the bed, and grabbed zivas other arm abruptly, Clinging onto her forearm and wrist. Very Protective and at the same time, he was desperate for her return.

"Come on sweet cheeks, you are strong enough, we all know you are."

"Just a little more, it doesn't take much wake up."

The room filled with different and yet similar words of encouragement.

The machines all beeped a little louder, a little faster and a little more enthusiastically as her vitals rose.

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Ziva kept her eyes shut.

She could see, for the first time everything that had happened, how she got here, how she came to America, why she left, why she came back.

And who she came back with....

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Blood rushed to her body, her heart rate increased and she violently raised her head. The only productive action of her attempt to sit.

Holding onto Tony, she looked at him.

No anger in her eyes,

No Sadness,

Sheer forgiveness and gratitude that he was there with her.

"Where is my son?"

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Jenny was pacing around her office, scotch in hand.

She liked scotch, alot actually, better than bourbon anyday. Not that she would tell Jethro that.

She downed her glass and poured another, cursing that she had told Gibbs everything.

Yes it had happened, yes it was stupid and yes it explained the undying gratitude and protection she felt for the David Family.

She was still not impressed he was here; she had not seen him for years, not since, well...

Shuddered,

That night.

Slightly annoyed and relieved that she had to stay at NCIS as half of her lead team were in the hospital she leant against the desk, staring at her phone and then checking her cell.

The paced another circuit of her office, her nails scratching along the wall.

She saw her cell phone light uo and grabbed it before it had even begun to ring.

"How is she?" she said

Jethro's calm and whispering voice crackled into life.

"She's awake, and..." he paused and Jenny frowned.

"Get down here" he finished.

"Jethro whats happened?"

"Just do it Jen."

"Jethro..." the long beep told her he had hung up

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Each of the men looked at each other, all slightly white. None of the able to answer that question or even comprehend it fully.

Tony was the most in shock his eyes wide and fixed, mouth opening and closing quietly.

"Your son..." Gibbs asked.

David looked at him, shocked, and also –Gibbs thought- a little scared.

"Yes "Ziva Said.

"Melech."

The poignancy of that statement echoed off the walls, it was not a question. There was no doubt in her voice. She truthfully thought each of them new about him and someon had been caring for him for all those months. Really what do you say to that? None of them wanted to be the one that broke that silence.

Underneath that though was anger towards the men that put her in hospital from all three, anger towards Tony form two of them for forcing her to leave and anger to Uri from Tony and Gibbs.

Anger unsaid, and anger which would not be acted upon until later. Sadly the most irrational emotions cause the most change.

The akward silence was broken by an awkward question.

"Your son Ziva? My grandson?" The director asked.

"Yes, where is he? Who has him?"

Tony looked at her, and cupped her face.

"We don't know don't know."

Ziva said nothing for a couple of minutes and then started to cry, her whole body rocked into Tony's chest.

Gibbs left the room with no excuse as he left the tattered remains of a family in peace.

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Gibbs passed the nurses' station and mentioned Ziva's awakening and also how they were not to disturb her despite hospital policy for at least 10 minutes. The subdued nurse looked terrified as she nodded to him.

Groaning he decided to call Jenny.

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"Ziva, I promise you we will find him." Her father reassured.

"Though you have to tell us what happened."

Ziva nodded to her lap and then looked up.

"It was Eli Lissack, he wanted me dead. I had information apparently about a terrorist attack. They tortured me and took my son, I don not remember much."

"They said that Mossad needed to be brought down, they have killed others. All I know is that 10 mossad agents over the past 5 years have been killed for some reason and they are planning something big."

Ziva shut her eyes clearly exhausted and the director made a strangled sound of worry.

"All that matters is you are alive Ziva and we will find your... our? Son" said Tony hesitantly.

"He is yours Tony do not worry," she said, a tear trickling down her cheek.