Make The Call
Gibbs wasn’t surprised when his front door opened Saturday morning. He was even less surprised that it was Ziva. He’d expected her. If there was anyone else who was as shocked as he was by yesterday afternoon, it would be her.
“Have a seat,” he invited, waving her toward the couch. For once he hadn’t been in a mood to work in his basement, last night or today. Hadn’t slept so well, either.
Ziva shook her head. She was too agitated to sit. She got right to the point.
“Gibbs, I do not understand. I killed my brother. You were there, you saw. I verified my kill. I… you scrubbed his blood from your basement floor. He was dead. But that is him on the footage from the airport, and that is his child running to greet him. And Agent Todd-“
She stopped and looked at Gibbs in complete bewilderment, apparently unwilling to actually ask how exactly Caitlin Todd had ended up married to a dead man who had killed her, with a daughter at her side and another child on the way.
“How are they still alive, Gibbs? They were dead. Both of them. You saw it. I saw it. They were both shot. In the head! From that, one does not get better
as Tony says.”
Gibbs shrugged. He had no answers either. He’d seen Kate die. Ducky had done her autopsy. He’d gone to her funeral. But he had no doubt in his mind that the woman who had kissed Ari Haswari and walked out of the airport with his arm around her shoulders was Kate. He’d been hoping that by this morning, McGee would have tracked down where they had gone. He wanted answers as badly as any of them.
“Gibbs,” Ziva said slowly, abruptly sitting down. “You have been an agent a long time. You were a Marine before that. Have you ever encountered the supernatural before?”
“You suggesting they were reincarnated, Ziva? Or maybe those were zombies we saw?”
Ziva shook her head.
“No, but in Mossad we were taught to keep an open mind about such things. Those who are very unfortunate sometimes discovered why.”
“Did you ever discover why?” Gibbs asked, wondering where she was going with this.
“No,” Ziva said quietly. “I did not need to discover. My father told me, shortly before my cousin came to visit from America for the second time. The first time she visited, we were all young. She was a teenager the second time. And my father told me that she was very special, and then he explained why.”
“I’m listening,” Gibbs said.
“If you accept that there are dark things in this world, non-human things,” Ziva told him, “vampires, demons, and such, would it not follow that there must also be people working to protect our world from those things?”
Gibbs thought about it for a second, then nodded.
“I guess so,” he said. “Otherwise we’d probably have noticed them taking over by now.”
“The people who do the most to protect our world, Gibbs, are teenage girls. They are chosen between the ages of eight and eighteen, and they fight until their deaths. They have no say in being chosen, and they have no option to decline.”
Gibbs already disliked whoever had come up with this system, as well as whoever was running it these days.
“And your cousin was one of these girls?” he asked.
Ziva shook her head.
“No, she was not so unlucky. But her best friend was. My father told me that my cousin was a great support to the poor girl who had been chosen, and that in return we must make sure that her holiday was truly wonderful- a brief time she could relax and be a teenager before she returned to her fight. Later, when I joined Mossad, he made it clear that her fight was not ours, though he kept track of her and would provide any assistance she wished should she ever ask.”
“What does your cousin have to do with Ari, Ziva?” Gibbs asked.
“I did not tell you the whole truth when I first came here, Gibbs. Part of my reason for accepting the assignment to Washington was so I could investigate the truth of the events that led to my brother’s death. I was convinced, even after I shot him that he would never have truly joined Hamas or al-Qaeda. I wanted to do some digging on my own, without my father finding out. I wanted to find out what really happened. Even after what you said in Abby's lab- I did not believe that Ari killed Kate.”
“And did you find anything?” Gibbs said quietly, already suspecting what the answer would be. As he’d expected, Ziva nodded.
“One of the things I discovered was that Ari had called our cousin before his death. She came to Washington a week before he died after speaking to him briefly on the phone.”
“If it was only that, I would not think anything of it. But he called her one, perhaps twice more. Both times from burn phones. The last call was burn phone to burn phone. I never told my father.”
“How do you think this relate to Ari not being dead?”
“My cousin is a witch, Gibbs. A very powerful one. She is capable of things you might be unwilling to believe. Things I found it difficult to accept when last we spoke about her work. I do not know if it is possible to restore the dead to life, but if it is…”
“Talked to her lately?” Gibbs demanded, half sarcasm, half in earnest.
“I was going to call her yesterday. I picked the phone up several times last night. But I wanted…”
“Backup,” Gibbs finished. He waved at his rarely used landline. “Call her.”