**I do not own NCIS au the characters. So disclaimed.** Also, I've been having alot of trouble with figuring out where to go from here, so these are the chapters I have had written. I figure I will put this up and then start on Chapter 8, so that at least ya'll have something to read.
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Tony stared across the empty bullpen and started to talk aloud. “Ziva how do wewe manage to look so sexy in cargo pants & boots? Seriously, how many woman can do that? Okay, maybe Angelina Jolie, but she’s paid to look good. You… wewe just look good without even trying to and on juu of your kick-ass ninja skill set and being an exotic beauty wewe are incredibly intelligent. 10 languages is no easy feat. wewe have this way about you, unusual at times, but somehow for wewe it works perfectly. I just want wewe to know I wish wewe were here.” He sighed, now if only he could find her salama & sound to tell her all that in person. He heard a small noise behind him & he turned with a surprised look. Abby stood, hands clasped, smiling. “Abs! Hey, I.. uh… how much of that did wewe hear?” he asked. She grinned even harder, “not a word.” Tony knew she’d heard everything, but after all these years he assumed at least she knew how he felt. She had a sixth sense about things like this. “McGee went on a caf-pow run, I thought wewe could use some company,” she alisema shrugging a bit. She sat down in McGee’s chair, “you really should go nyumbani to get some rest Tony.” He sighed again. “Abs I can’t. I just can’t. What if she calls? She needs me to be here,” he responded. She tilted her head & smirked slightly, “you could always mbele your calls and sleep in autopsy!” She jumped up, “Timmy will be wondering where I am, if wewe need us we’ll be down in my lab.” Tony watched her walk away thinking about how much bad luck the team had had over the years; stalkers, shooters, killer cars, angry ex-cons, but something about this case was hinky.
She was trying to stay awake, her energy was at an ultimate low and she felt like she had been there for months, but knew it had only been days. She had been relieved to hear that NCIS had completed the first task successfully, but thought it odd that they were following the rules. NCIS was known for breaking the rules, not abiding kwa them. Her father & Ahmad would have been excruciatingly careful not to leave an evidence trail of any sort, and without evidence she guessed NCIS had no choice. Ahmad told her nothing, and seemed to be growing annoyed with her. She had been inquiring about where she was being held and if she was still in Washington , D.C., but after the bombing she got her answer. She overheard a conversation between her two assailants and she knew they’d never even left the city. “Wake up Ziva. It’s time for wewe to eat.” Her neck was sore, she was dirty & lonely. She was scared, not for herself but for the innocent people who may be killed in the process of NCIS trying to rescue her, again. She opened her eyes and with a venomous growl said, “Bug Off!” She closed her eyes again letting her mind wander back to a conversation with Tony about a film class she had taken. Of course learning American colloquialism was important and American films were a great way to learn. But she had an ulterior motive as well. Tony was a movie buff and she liked to impress him. When she knew a movie he referenced his eyes lit up like a child’s on krisimasi and his grin made her weak in the knees. She figured if all she had to do in part to keep him happy was study film she’d watch classics, to George Clooney & even James Bond flicks. Her thoughts were interrupted kwa Ahmad’s voice, “Ms. David, wewe should eat. We do not want wewe to wither away now.” She responded with a slight pleading in her voice, “Then let me go Ahmad, tell my father to talk to me himself instead of having wewe do his dirty work for him.” He ignored her & held a cup of water to her mouth. She drank slowly, she knew she needed to stay hydrated in case she figured a way out of the shackles. “I do not understand why wewe are putting other people’s lives in jeopardy,” she stopped suddenly when she realized the answer and answered herself out loud,“if NCIS focuses on something other than me, it may distract them and wewe are hoping they mess up. That will not work Ahmad, my father knows that and soon wewe will too.”
Down in Abby’s lab…
McGee and Abby were laying on the floor using Bert and the pillows from the ballistics room to make themselves comfortable. They had their backs to each other and were talking quietly. “Abby, do wewe believe in destiny?” McGee asked. “There isn’t a cookie cutter way to answer that Timmy. We all have many destiny’s.” “No, I mean this is Ziva’s sekunde time being taken, do wewe think…” McGee started. Abby sat up quickly, “Do I think WHAT McGee? That it’s her DESTINY to be taken hostage & killed? That’s nobody’s destiny. Ziva belongs here with us, that’s her destiny!” she proclaimed. She was glaring at him and even with his back turned he could feel the daggers she was shooting at him with her eyes. He sat up, “I didn’t mean it like that Abby, I just…” he sighed, “forget it.” Abby looked back over at him and said, “she’ll be okay McGee” before laying back down.
Tony & Gibbs were trying to give Abby time to sift through the bomb evidence, but they were growing increasingly impatient. When they couldn’t wait any longer they took the stairs down to her lab. Entering quietly they saw McGee & Abby laying on the floor together and both men stopped. “Abby?” The gothic forensic scientist turned her head slowly before sitting up, “Gibbs? Are wewe avoiding the elevator again?” “Nope, what do wewe got Abs?” he said. She pushed herself up off of the floor and stood in front of the two men. Her face was twisted in thought, "well..."
“Abby, don’t make me beg!” Gibbs said. “Ooo Gibbs, beggars can’t be choosers, wewe aren’t going to like what I’ve got,” she pierced her lips together. Tony stepped towards her, “Did
wewe get anything from the bomb fragments Abby?” She hit a few buttons on her computer and said, “No unique marks, no signatures, not a single drop of blood. But I can tell wewe that it was remotely detonated, which means these guys had to be within…” Tony interrupted finishing her sentence, “100 feet. Those bastards were watching us the entire time.” Tony was stunned for a moment, he wondered if they were bystanders on the mitaani, mtaa au patrons in the restaurant. And if they were there, then why did they allow the team to get out before they detonated the bomb. “I told wewe that wewe weren’t going to like this Gibbs.” The team looked at each other knowing this only lended them zaidi maswali and no answers. “Boss these men, had an easy opportunity to take out 3 federal agents & a restaurant full of patrons, so why didn’t they?” Tony asked. Abby bit her lip not wanting to hear what Gibbs had to say. “They have something bigger in store for us DiNozzo. If they kill us it won’t be until they’re done toying with us,” Gibbs told them.
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Tony stared across the empty bullpen and started to talk aloud. “Ziva how do wewe manage to look so sexy in cargo pants & boots? Seriously, how many woman can do that? Okay, maybe Angelina Jolie, but she’s paid to look good. You… wewe just look good without even trying to and on juu of your kick-ass ninja skill set and being an exotic beauty wewe are incredibly intelligent. 10 languages is no easy feat. wewe have this way about you, unusual at times, but somehow for wewe it works perfectly. I just want wewe to know I wish wewe were here.” He sighed, now if only he could find her salama & sound to tell her all that in person. He heard a small noise behind him & he turned with a surprised look. Abby stood, hands clasped, smiling. “Abs! Hey, I.. uh… how much of that did wewe hear?” he asked. She grinned even harder, “not a word.” Tony knew she’d heard everything, but after all these years he assumed at least she knew how he felt. She had a sixth sense about things like this. “McGee went on a caf-pow run, I thought wewe could use some company,” she alisema shrugging a bit. She sat down in McGee’s chair, “you really should go nyumbani to get some rest Tony.” He sighed again. “Abs I can’t. I just can’t. What if she calls? She needs me to be here,” he responded. She tilted her head & smirked slightly, “you could always mbele your calls and sleep in autopsy!” She jumped up, “Timmy will be wondering where I am, if wewe need us we’ll be down in my lab.” Tony watched her walk away thinking about how much bad luck the team had had over the years; stalkers, shooters, killer cars, angry ex-cons, but something about this case was hinky.
She was trying to stay awake, her energy was at an ultimate low and she felt like she had been there for months, but knew it had only been days. She had been relieved to hear that NCIS had completed the first task successfully, but thought it odd that they were following the rules. NCIS was known for breaking the rules, not abiding kwa them. Her father & Ahmad would have been excruciatingly careful not to leave an evidence trail of any sort, and without evidence she guessed NCIS had no choice. Ahmad told her nothing, and seemed to be growing annoyed with her. She had been inquiring about where she was being held and if she was still in Washington , D.C., but after the bombing she got her answer. She overheard a conversation between her two assailants and she knew they’d never even left the city. “Wake up Ziva. It’s time for wewe to eat.” Her neck was sore, she was dirty & lonely. She was scared, not for herself but for the innocent people who may be killed in the process of NCIS trying to rescue her, again. She opened her eyes and with a venomous growl said, “Bug Off!” She closed her eyes again letting her mind wander back to a conversation with Tony about a film class she had taken. Of course learning American colloquialism was important and American films were a great way to learn. But she had an ulterior motive as well. Tony was a movie buff and she liked to impress him. When she knew a movie he referenced his eyes lit up like a child’s on krisimasi and his grin made her weak in the knees. She figured if all she had to do in part to keep him happy was study film she’d watch classics, to George Clooney & even James Bond flicks. Her thoughts were interrupted kwa Ahmad’s voice, “Ms. David, wewe should eat. We do not want wewe to wither away now.” She responded with a slight pleading in her voice, “Then let me go Ahmad, tell my father to talk to me himself instead of having wewe do his dirty work for him.” He ignored her & held a cup of water to her mouth. She drank slowly, she knew she needed to stay hydrated in case she figured a way out of the shackles. “I do not understand why wewe are putting other people’s lives in jeopardy,” she stopped suddenly when she realized the answer and answered herself out loud,“if NCIS focuses on something other than me, it may distract them and wewe are hoping they mess up. That will not work Ahmad, my father knows that and soon wewe will too.”
Down in Abby’s lab…
McGee and Abby were laying on the floor using Bert and the pillows from the ballistics room to make themselves comfortable. They had their backs to each other and were talking quietly. “Abby, do wewe believe in destiny?” McGee asked. “There isn’t a cookie cutter way to answer that Timmy. We all have many destiny’s.” “No, I mean this is Ziva’s sekunde time being taken, do wewe think…” McGee started. Abby sat up quickly, “Do I think WHAT McGee? That it’s her DESTINY to be taken hostage & killed? That’s nobody’s destiny. Ziva belongs here with us, that’s her destiny!” she proclaimed. She was glaring at him and even with his back turned he could feel the daggers she was shooting at him with her eyes. He sat up, “I didn’t mean it like that Abby, I just…” he sighed, “forget it.” Abby looked back over at him and said, “she’ll be okay McGee” before laying back down.
Tony & Gibbs were trying to give Abby time to sift through the bomb evidence, but they were growing increasingly impatient. When they couldn’t wait any longer they took the stairs down to her lab. Entering quietly they saw McGee & Abby laying on the floor together and both men stopped. “Abby?” The gothic forensic scientist turned her head slowly before sitting up, “Gibbs? Are wewe avoiding the elevator again?” “Nope, what do wewe got Abs?” he said. She pushed herself up off of the floor and stood in front of the two men. Her face was twisted in thought, "well..."
“Abby, don’t make me beg!” Gibbs said. “Ooo Gibbs, beggars can’t be choosers, wewe aren’t going to like what I’ve got,” she pierced her lips together. Tony stepped towards her, “Did
wewe get anything from the bomb fragments Abby?” She hit a few buttons on her computer and said, “No unique marks, no signatures, not a single drop of blood. But I can tell wewe that it was remotely detonated, which means these guys had to be within…” Tony interrupted finishing her sentence, “100 feet. Those bastards were watching us the entire time.” Tony was stunned for a moment, he wondered if they were bystanders on the mitaani, mtaa au patrons in the restaurant. And if they were there, then why did they allow the team to get out before they detonated the bomb. “I told wewe that wewe weren’t going to like this Gibbs.” The team looked at each other knowing this only lended them zaidi maswali and no answers. “Boss these men, had an easy opportunity to take out 3 federal agents & a restaurant full of patrons, so why didn’t they?” Tony asked. Abby bit her lip not wanting to hear what Gibbs had to say. “They have something bigger in store for us DiNozzo. If they kill us it won’t be until they’re done toying with us,” Gibbs told them.