Author's Note: Hey there. Thanks for being patient in between updates. This is the final chapter of this fic. It's been my first NCIS fic so once again I want to thank everyone who reviewed for me. It was really encouraging to read your feedback. I've started a NCIS/Bones crossover fic titled 'The Navy in the Woods' which you can find at my profile if you want to read more from me. I'd love it if you could review this final chapter for me. Thanks again!
CHAPTER 16- Where you Wanted to Be
Inside the interrogation room, Vance paced back and forth, not saying a word, while Amit Hadar sat at the table, his face still bleeding from Tony's punch.
"Are you going to ask me a question?" he asked Vance irritably.
"Got somewhere to be?" Vance replied. From behind the glass Tony stood watching, liking the tough approach that Vance was taking. The door opened and Gibbs entered the room. He handed Tony an icepack for his swollen hand and watched Vance continue to pace around the room.
"I thought you'd be doing this interrogation, boss," Tony said.
"Vance probably wants that bastard alive by the end of it," Gibbs said quietly. Gibbs and Tony turned as they heard the door open and Ziva stepped in, with Abby behind her.
"I tried to keep her away, Gibbs, but she wouldn't listen-" Abby started frantically. Gibbs held up his hand to assure her that it was okay. "I don't wanna go back to the lab yet," Abby said anxiously, images of Ducky being shot still too fresh in her mind.
"Its okay, Abs. Go wait with McGee in the bullpen," Gibbs said. Abby bit her lip and nodded, leaving Ziva with Gibbs and Tony.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Ziva," Tony spoke up. "You don't need to see this guy again." But it was too late. Ziva's eyes were already firmly locked on Hadar.
"Ziva-" Gibbs started, but Ziva held up her hand to stop him as Vance began to speak.
"You've created quite a diplomatic problem for your country and for mine, Hadar," Vance started. "America and Israel are allies and, yes times have been tough recently, but we're always on the same side. What neither Israel nor America will tolerate is a traitor. And that is what you became." Hadar kept his eyes focussed downward.
"I admitted to being behind the attack on NCIS," he said with quiet arrogance. "I will serve my time."
Suddenly Vance slammed his hands on the hard interrogation table.
"I did not give you permission to speak," he said, seething with anger.
"Nice move, Director," Tony said from behind the glass. Gibbs stood behind Ziva and gently placed his hands on her shoulders as she watched the man responsible for the pain inflicted on her over the past few weeks being interrogated. Vance spoke again.
"You are responsible for kidnapping and trying to turn a beloved member of our NCIS team against us and against our country, and yours. You subjected her to torture. You let evil minded men loose on her and all so you could go on some sick power trip? You disgust me." Hadar looked as though he was going to speak, but refrained. "And then when she made it out alive, you had her father, the Director of Mossad, murdered. You threw an international intelligence agency into turmoil risking Israel's national security. And then you came after her again." Vance shook his head at Hadar, disgusted. "You are a liar, a traitor, a murderer. As I said, Israel has a strong relationship with this country. And we want to make that relationship stronger." Vance pulled a folded up piece of paper and a pen out of his suit pocket. He signed the document.
"This is your extradition order. I've granted the request of the Israeli government to have you sent back to face charges of murder, treason, kidnapping… the list goes on. As I'm sure you know, these crimes all carry the death penalty."
"No!" Hadar exclaimed angrily. "That is not what we agreed upon."
"I don't make agreements with the likes of you," Vance said, folding the piece of paper up and placing it back in his pocket. He nodded towards the window where Gibbs, Tony and Ziva were standing. Gibbs opened the door and spoke to two people waiting outside. The door to the interrogation room opened and two men entered.
"Hadar, meet Adam and Ezra. They work for the Israeli embassy and are former Officers of the Mossad. They'll be escorting you home now. I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about."
"You cannot do this!" Hadar protested. The two strongly built Israeli men forced Hadar to his feet violently and marched him out the door. Gibbs left the room and met Vance outside.
"Nice work, Director," Gibbs said, extending his hand to Vance who shook it. The two men followed Hadar and the other Israeli men until they left the building, Hadar protesting all the way.
Ziva continued to stare through the glass at the empty interrogation room, a silent tear falling down her cheek.
"Hey," Tony said, softly as he noticed how upset she was. "We got him, Ziva. He's gonna pay for what he's done." Ziva nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping the tear from her face.
"I know," she said quietly. "I just can't believe that I was betrayed like that. I trusted him. I trusted Michael. I trusted Ari. And now my father is dead too. I don't know who I can trust anymore."
"Us," Tony said with conviction, taking Ziva's hand. "Gibbs, me, McGee, Abby, Ducky. We're a team. We've always been a team and that bastard can't take that away from you. Don't let what he put you through affect your trust in us."
"It hasn't," Ziva said, truthfully. "NCIS is all I have now." Ziva lifted her head and looked at Tony. "What happens now?"
"Vance will probably make you go through therapy," Tony said. Ziva shook her head, displaying her trademark stubbornness.
"No," she said defiantly. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. I can't keep reliving-" before she could finish the sentence she dissolved into tears, the memories catching up with her. Tony pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, kissing the top of her head.
"You'll keep reliving it until you get the tools to cope with it," Tony said, thinking back to the counselling that he had received after Jeanne had left, although he couldn't compare what he went through to what Ziva had been through. Ziva was angry at herself for crying but she couldn't help but feel comforted by Tony's warm embrace. He had stood by her through everything. She closed her eyes and let him hold her, the sadness overwhelming her now that some of the anger had dissipated with Hadar's capture and extradition. When she felt strong enough, Ziva took a deep breath and lifted her head from Tony's chest. She looked damaged but determined not to let Hadar maintain any control over her life. Tony tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and leaned forward, whispering in her ear.
"Let's go home."
"Hey guys," McGee said as Tony and Ziva walked through the bullpen, arms linked. McGee and Abby were sitting by McGee's computer. "Vance has sent us all home for the day. Ducky's improving and they've arrested the two guys behind shooting him."
"Good to hear McNewsreel," Tony said. "See ya tomorrow."
McGee and Abby watched Tony and Ziva leave, looking very close.
"Are they….?" Abby asked.
"Nope," Gibbs said as he returned to the bullpen. "But give them time. I think they just might."