A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! Here is the second chapter!


Ziva lifted her hand to knock on the door. She knocked twice and waited for it to be opened.

After a few seconds it was.

"Yes?" A boy of about eighteen looked up at her, with a smirk that creeped Ziva out. "What does a girl like you want?"

Ziva glared at him. Girl? She thought hotly, who does this kid think he is?

"I am looking for Yvonne." She said. The boy, who she guessed was Kyle, sighed.

"I'll go get her." He disappeared up the stairs yelling, "Mom! You've a visitor!"

Quickly, Ziva stepped inside and stuck a few bugs on the walls. She heard footsteps and quickly stepped back out of the house.

"Eliana!" Yvonne smiled hugely and hugged Ziva, who didn't respond, and just stood stiffly until Yvonne let go. "Ah, my plate."

Ziva passed over the plate back to its rightful owner with a smile.

"I thought you might like it back." Ziva said, and Yvonne nodded.

"Thank you so much!" Yvonne took the plate off of Ziva and finally said the words Ziva needed. "Would you like to come in?"

"Oh, thank you." Ziva faked a warm smile as she stepped over the threshold.

Twenty minutes and a bug on the back of the sofa later, Ziva was seated across from Yvonne with a steaming cup of tea in her hand.

"What does your husband do?" Yvonne asked Ziva.

"He is a teacher at the school." Ziva spoke the lie, and Yvonne smiled.

"What does he teach?" Ziva fought make the urge to laugh at the stupid question.

"Spanish." She replied, and Yvonne laughed a strange high-pitched sound.

"Oh, yes! Of course! What a silly question!" Ziva desperately wanted to agree, but held back.

"And what about your husband?" She asked the woman.

"He is a butcher." Yvonne informed her, smiling. Ziva had to fight to keep a smile on her face. Ronan Jackson was a butcher. Of young women.

"It is Don's 21st birthday party tomorrow; would you like to come along? Meet some people from the neighborhood?" Yvonne carried on. Ziva smiled widely.

"Carlos and I would love that!" She exclaimed. And so it happened that the next day, Ziva and Tony were socializing at the Jackson's house.

"Look at all the young girls." Tony whispered in Spanish in Ziva's ear.

"Si…" Ziva agreed and replied in Spanish. "Who knows who rejected who?"

"You do know you put three 'who's' in that sentence?" Tony grinned and Ziva punched him lightly on the arm.

"Be quiet." Ziva ordered him, with a smirk, before adding: "Bevakasha."

"Wrong language." Tony reminded her.

"They do not understand either, so what is the difference?" Ziva pointed out, and a voice said something in her ear.

"Español, Ziva, Español!" Gibbs' voice surprised them both.

"Vale, vale." Ziva replied, exasperated. It was easy speaking Hebrew. English was not so bad. But Spanish as well! It would confuse anyone!

She turned to see Yvonne heading towards her.

"Eliana!" She exclaimed, smiling at Ziva, who returned the fake smile with an equally fake one of her own.

"Hola, Yvonne." Ziva replied. Tony leaned forward and shook the woman's hand.

"I would like you to meet some people. Will you come with me?" Ziva nodded, still smiling and followed Yvonne. Tony moved to go after them, but Yvonne put up a hand. "Just Eliana. It's a woman's thing."

Tony looked worried, but Ziva smiled at him reassuringly.

"I will be fine." She told him in Spanish. "Do not worry!"

Ziva followed after Yvonne and Tony watched her go, still worried even after Ziva's reassurance. He didn't trust Yvonne. Who could?

Meanwhile, Yvonne led Ziva out of the crowded sitting room and into the corridor. Ziva's hand automatically hovered near where her gun would normally be, on her belt… only it wasn't.

Shit, she thought, suddenly beginning to feel slightly nervous. Then, she remembered. It was around her leg, at the top, hugging her thigh, the metal cold against her skin. She sighed in relief.

"This way." Yvonne beckoned Ziva up the stairs, and Ziva followed, wondering what was going on. Yvonne entered a room, and Ziva strode in behind her and stopped.

Kyle was lying on the bed, his arms behind his head. He sat up when she entered.

"Eliana, my dear." He said, in what Ziva guessed he thought was a seductive voice.

"Si, Kyle?" Ziva tried to keep up the nice exterior of her undercover persona. Kyle patted the mattress next to him.

"Sit down." Ziva made no move to approach him.

"I am fine standing, thank you." She could hear Gibbs and Jenny muttering in her ear. They could somewhat see the action from her earrings; the studs had concealed cameras.

"If he wants you to sit, you will sit." Ronan's voice came from the shadows, and he stood up. It was supposed to be a surprise, but Ziva had noticed him when Yvonne led her in.

"I will stand, thank you." Ziva said more forcefully now. Yvonne pushed her towards the bed and Ziva suppressed the instinct to fight her. She had to film them basically trying to kill her. Most people never got that close to killing her. They were dead before they could try.

"Sit, you ungrateful bitch." Ronan swore and her and Yvonne pushed her as hard as she could onto the bed. It wasn't that hard, so Ziva fell herself, pretending Yvonne had done it.

"Why are you doing this?" Ziva said, in a mock scared voice. She made her expression scared.

"Do Kyle." Yvonne ordered. Ziva could hear Jenny's not well muffled, 'That's sick!' in her earpiece.

"Do…?" Ziva pretended not to understand.

"Yes, honey. She wants you do have sex with me." Kyle butted in, beginning to unbutton his jeans. Ziva retched, and she wasn't even acting. This family was more messed up than her own!

"Get away from me!" Ziva tried to move away, and as she did so she found the cold steel blade of a knife pressed against her throat from behind.

"You will pay for this." Yvonne growled, and Ziva could feel the metal digging into her skin.

"No, you will." Tony said from the doorway, levelling his gun at the back of Yvonne's head. Ronan gasped.

"Mummy!" Kyle bleated like a lost lamb.

Yvonne twisted around, still holding the knife to Ziva's throat.

"Ziva, you okay?" Tony asked, and she gave him a thumbs-up.

"Ziva?" Yvonne asked, momentarily dropping her guard. A moment was all Ziva needed to get out of her grasp, kick her legs out from under her, twist her arm and pin her to the ground. Tony tossed her a pair of handcuffs, and Ziva cuffed the killer's wrist together.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." Ziva smirked as she said the words, and dragged Yvonne from the room. Tony cuffed Ronan and Kyle.

They walked down the stairs with the three criminals in tow. People turned and stared and the hosts of the party were led outside like the criminals they were. Don's face grew confused and then angry. He marched over to his brother.

"Why do you always have to ruin everything? What did you do?" He slammed his fists into his brother, and neither Tony nor Ziva made any move to stop him.

"He tried to rape and kill me. His parents have been in that trade for, we estimate, two years." Ziva revealed. Don's jack dropped.

"You sick bastard!" He spat in his brothers face, before turning on his heel and running from the room.

As they led the parents and son out to their car, Tony glanced at Ziva and said aloud what she had been thinking earlier.

"You know, Zee? That family is almost as messed up as yours."


A/N: Hehe. I hadn't updated for a while, sorry! I finished off a 21 chapter story, added a second chapter to Runaway and wrote one-shot called Differences. And revised for exams [supposedly].

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