He walks through the door. He finds his two best agents standing in the kitchen of Ziva's apartment. He sees a look in her eyes, that he's never seen before. His concern grows with each passing second. Before he says anything the nagging feeling at the pit of his stomach, and the look of terror on her face tell him that something is terribly wrong.
"Ziver? What's going on?"
"Gibbs, I need your help," she answers flatly.
"Have you been crying?" he notices her bloodshot eyes.
"Yes," she confirms, too scared to care about how things might look at this particular moment.
"What's going on? Why did you call me over here?" He looks to DiNozzo.
"Have a seat," DiNozzo suggests.
Gibbs pulls out a chair, and takes a seat. Ziva approaches him, but she doesn't take a seat, she chooses to stand next to him.
"I really don't know where to start," she admits.
"Ziva, just tell him."
She swallows hard, "I know that I am not always very good, at letting other people in."
"And I should trust them, I should trust you."
"Ziva, just get to the point," Gibbs begs.
"I have been keeping something from you, from everyone, for quite some time."
"What's that?" he inquires.
"I have a daughter," she answers.
He stares at her, in utter disbelief. He shakes his head, "A what?"
"A daughter," she replies.
"What do you mean you have a daughter?"
"I have a little girl."
"She lives with her father?" He guesses.
His words cut her like knives, she fidgets, upon hearing his question, "No," she shakes her head.
"Gibbs, she's a baby," DiNozzo explains.
"A baby?" Jethro furrows his brow.
Ziva pulls out a chair, and has a seat, next to Gibbs. She breaks eye contact, and stares at her fingers as they lay on the surface of the table. She rubs her thumb nail, nervously.
"When I got back from Somalia, I knew that something wasn't right. I didn't know what it was. I took a while for me to realize, but... when I came back I was pregnant," she reveals.
"Oh," is all he can manage to get out. He tries to block the thought out the thought of who the father may be. He moves on, after regaining his composure, "How long have you known?" Gibbs turns to Tony.
"I just told him, yesterday," Ziva admits.
"Why are you telling me, now?"
"This morning, when I woke up, she was gone," Ziva answers, unable to fight off the tears.
Tony takes over, "Her bedroom window was open."
"Did you secure the crime scene?"
"Yes. Please, help her."
"I can't do much. I need..."
Ziva makes eye contact, "I can't tell anyone else. Gibbs, you have no idea how hard this has been, for me."
Before he can reply his phone is ringing. He pulls it out of his pocket, and looks at the screen. He furrows his brow, in confusion, and answers.
"Shalom, agent Gibbs. Have you spoken to my daughter?"
"I'm with her now."
"She told me what happened. She is blaming me."
"If I were her, I might too. Can you really blame her for thinking you might have something to do with her daughter's disappearance, given your track record?"
"No, but I think I can help."
"I just got a ransom note."
"It is not a name that I recognize. I sent all of the details to Ziva's email."
"Listen, I already paid the ransom."
"Eli..." Gibbs begins.
"I know that it is the wrong thing to do, but I have my guys tracking down the account holder. I have them securing the drop off location."
"Where are they going to drop her off, at?"
"At O'Dools, Irish coffee house, about two blocks from Ziva's apartment."
"In fifteen minutes."
"Ok, we'll be there."
"No, they want Ziva to come alone."
"It is a trap."
"My guys will be there."
"Eli I don't like this," he admits.
"Neither do I, but what choice do we have, right now?"
"Okay," Gibbs agrees, hanging up the phone.
Ziva waits for instruction.
"O'Dools, in fifteen," he tells her.
"What?" she looks at him, in confusion.
"Your father paid the ransom."
"Ransom? Who has her?"
"We'll figure that out. Let's just get her back."
She nods. Heading for the door. Tony follows after her.
"No, you can't go. She has to go, alone."
"I am not going to let her go alone."
"Tony, let her go," he insists.
He nods, and allows Ziva to walk out of the apartment. After a few moments Gibbs continues.
"We'll park down the street, on the opposite side. We'll watch from afar, if anything happens, we'll be there."
"I don't like it."
"Neither do I," Gibbs admits.
"I've never seen her like this."
"So..." Gibbs begins, but is unable to find the words to ask.
Tony answers the question, before it's asked, "Yes."
"No," Tony shakes his head.
"But still a nightmare?"
"Yes. Boss, is there any way possible that any of the guys from that camp could have survived?"
"Not that day."
"What if they were already gone?"
"I guess that is possible."
"I have a bad feeling about this one."
"Can we go, now?"
Gibbs nods, in confirmation.