In the Leap national intelligence interrogation room, Wade, Victor and Oscar were backed in a corner with Ziva going crazy throwing everything at them. Wade’s face was already covered in blood which was oozing from the laceration he sustained when a nail from one of the chairs Ziva threw at them cut him. Ziva had another chair ready to throw it when she had the familiar voice. “Ziva, stop.”
She turned around her body suddenly feeling limp. He caught her before falling. “I’m here. I’m sorry,” he said pulling her tighter in his arms. He gave his friends a sharp disapproving stare, they really went too far.
“You died, I saw you fall,” she said, looking up at him and wondering if she was really going crazy.
He shook his head, his heart racing, not quite ready for the explosive response hi
