Hit rock bottom

[Ziva Sokolov]

" What am I supposed to do with him? " " Cuff yourself to him " " I'd rather you shoot me first." " That can be arranged, if you would like "

[attr="class","walkpost"] [attr="class","linescr"] Ziva pulled her car up to the red light. The red mini cooper screeched to a halt just short of the painted white stopping line. Her music was turned up, she was on her way home from work. She’d stayed later than most of the team to finish up her paperwork. She’d sent Esau ahead to go pick Josiah up from the babysitter. She was debating calling as the car started to slip backwards. Before she realized what was happening her car was free falling faster than she could react. There was no getting out of her car before the 2 story drop landed her at the bottom of a sinkhole in the middle of the Chicago road. It was all Ziva could do to move. She wasn’t stuck but she also didn’t have a way up. Another car landed beside hers. Ziva decided that getting out of her car was as risky as staying in. The car itself was total and Ziva was laying among broken glass and squashed piece of mini cooper. She had thought she wasn’t stuck, but that was hardly the case. Her arm was pinned down by the passenger seat which had squished her way. Seething, she bit her lip and tried to reach for her phone. Damn it. She couldn’t reach. All of Ziva’s training told her not to panic. If she could get free, then she could improvise. Everything was blurry though and spinning. Using her one free hand, she tried to push the chair off her right arm. The gear box was also in the way and she had to do something, anything or anyone could fall into the hole or it could give it more from the bottom at anytime. She needed to get out of here.

✡Ziva Sokolov✡ AT LO LEVAD ✡ Shani McGuire Mark Wilson ✡

► kaigra ◄

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[Shani McGuire]

Shani was slowly having the week from hell, to start with her husband had missed two school ‘bring a parent to work days’ of which Shani had missed one. She had spent the evening being called the worst parent by her own child for not having daddy there and missing it herself. Not that she could just blow off work but apparently a grandparent was inappropriate for the day. Her husband she had seen less and less over the last few months thanks to work commitments and today the rosters had been changed up.

Barely glancing at the days roster Shani wanted to scream though she kept herself under control, mostly just mutter death threats in Hebrew when she saw the name of the paramedic she was working with. Clown, idiot, man child, singing circus, all of those words described what she had heard about the whack job from 74. She had no time for man tantrums as she threw herself into the driver’s seat of the ambulance still cursing as she closed her eyes and wished the day done with. Go home, figure out a schedule that was conducive to a husband and two children before coming back again and praying her partner was back.

Just as she thought life would get no better she heard the klaxon go off, the relay of information about a what hole? Her English was failing her a little as she thought they said sink but that was to do with a kitchen was it not? Shani glanced at her partner for the day once he managed to get his butt in gear and into the passenger seat. “What are we heading to?” Shani asked deciding that introductions were unhelpful as she wanted to shake this idiot as fast as possible. However clarification on the sink hole would have been helpful. The moment she heard the door slam shut she pressed her foot to the floor and flicked the lights and sirens on. Shani was fast, it paid to be fast and you never had time to hang about in her world.

(Notes – I do have Amy’s permission to move Mark around.)

Ziva Sokolov , Mark Wilson ,

[Mark Wilson]

Mark appeared to be getting the ‘cover’ paramedic partner issue, he had covered a few houses and though he loved his job permanent was what he was after. Today he got some crazy woman, normally he wouldnt ever say that about a partner but apparently this McGuire woman was nuts. Her driving was dangerous and by all accounts had been the cause of an accident not too long ago but then the other houses gossip was always up for debate as to what was right and wrong.

Mark kept to himself as he came in for shift, he stayed well out of the crazy woman’s way as he set about making a coffee and attempting to be normal there. He heard the bell go off as the various numbers were named as he made his way to the ambulance for the day. He hopped up into the passenger seat seeing that Shani was already in the drivers seat as he grinned at her. “Sink hole, you know where the ground opens up and swallows you whole.” Mark stated smirking, how didnt she know this he wondered.

He barely managed to finish what he was saying when he was forced back into the seat by some serious gforce driving. Just like he was told, absolute nut job. At the speed they were going it didnt take long to pull up on the scene as Mark hopped out and went around to the back of the ambulance to grab the bags and board. Oh this one was going to be interesting as he ventured a little closer to the hole that had opened up as he saw the other officials there too.

“Hey, fire department. Call out.” Mark yelled making sure not to get too close without ropes and pulleys just in case he had the back luck of falling in. Or was shoves if Shani had anything to do with it. “Paramedics, anyone down there call out if you can hear us.” He yelled about a second afterwards as he glanced back to see where Shani was as he listened for any voices that he might be able to hear.

Tag: Ziva Sokolov & Shani McGuire

[Ziva Sokolov]

" What am I supposed to do with him? " " Cuff yourself to him " " I'd rather you shoot me first." " That can be arranged, if you would like "

[attr="class","walkpost"] [attr="class","linescr"] Ziva had defaulted into Hebrew. “Vmvrd ka'n” (down here) she managed to respond to the voices. Though she was struggling to get free unless something else gave way. Ziva somehow wished she'd never left the house. She'd only just recovered from being tortured, Esau was likely to lock her up tight if she ever made it home. Though to be fair she wouldn't blame him this time. Right now that was all she wanted Esau and Josiah. What she had was two paramedics looking down into the hole he fell into. “Ka’n” (here) she called a bit louder. Though it was immediately followed by a “Charrah” (basically ‘damn’) as she tried to move. She was definitely stuck. There were no other words, just Charrah. That explained the whole situation really.

✡Ziva Sokolov✡ AT LO LEVAD ✡ Shani McGuire,Mark Wilson, ✡

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[Shani McGuire]

Shani glanced at Mark, she had been an American citizen for years now and the smirk never went unnoticed as she glared back. His explanation left her a little stunned as this would be her first sink hole. “Beehlet!” (Really) She stated as she put her foot to the floor, Shani had never been the sort to be a slow driver. In her country slow got you killed, it was better to drive fast and be accurate than to hang around. It was one of the smaller reasons she had strayed towards a paramedic rather than a nine to five job because there was no way she would be paying the speeding fines.

Pulling up to the scene Shani could see the others there as she strayed toward the opening in the road. It hardly looked good as she glanced around to see where her partner for the shift had gotten to. “Tistakel.” (Hurry up) Shani yelled without thinking, “Hurry up Wilson!” She added as she swapped between the two languages easily. It made her miss home even more when she did it though home was Chicago, diverse as it was she still missed home as she backed away from the hole.

Mark appeared and did the usual call out as Shani went to get a couple of harnesses from the fire trucks that were there. Shani hoped that they were empty cars down there as she came back throwing one at Mark as she shuffled into the other watching as the fire department set up some lines for them and threw the ends into the hole. Shani had a slightly gleeful look on her face, the day was not such a waste she thought though if the idiot Wilson started to sing it would be a mercy killing to cut his rope and pretend it was an accident.

Shani had managed to shuffle into the harness and was almost hooked up when she heard the response to Mark’s calls. “Vmvrd ka'n.” She knew that language she thought as she listened closely as she nudged Mark in the ribs. “Some is down there, hurry the hell up.” She snapped glaring at him as she tore her eyes away to scan over the edge again to try and see where the voice was coming from. “Wilson, I can’t see them.” Shani announced wondering if he could see anything as she decided to call down.

“Ma shimkha? Shim Shani.” (What’s your name? I’m) Shani called out, “al tid-ag. We’re on our way.” (Do not worry) Shani called down as she looked to Mark. “She’s speaking Hebrew; we need to get down there.” Shani felt an odd comfort in hearing someone else speaking the familiar language though she had no idea if the woman spoke English or not so she guessed she might be translating here and there unless by some odd stroke of luck Mark spoke the language too. Shani was directed by a squad team she had never worked with before as she took her first steps over the edge of the hole in the road as he glanced up to see if Mark was anywhere close to getting down there too.

(If the Hebrew is wrong sorry, I'm pulling it off a lot of sites.)
Ziva Sokolov, Mark Wilson

[Mark Wilson]

Mark just nodded to Shani, Hebrew was a language he knew little of if she spoke Russian he would have been there with bells on but nope. Anything other than Russian and English it was basic basic like primary school basic. Still it didnt matter what she was saying when he felt like he had taken his life in his hands partnering with her for the day. Judging by her driving it was a case of who would get to the hospital first, the patient or the medics. His mind was serious on the medics as he could see something slamming into them that didnt think an ambulance would drive that crazy.

“You need to chill out McGuire, I am hurrying.” Mark said as he rolled his eyes at the language she was speaking. He wasnt a mind reader so all he understood was hurry up Wilson and considering he had the gear from the back of the ambulance he figured he was doing well. “You’re sane right?” Mark asked Shani as he saw the gleeful look on her face at the sinkhole, it meant structural damage and could get a hell of a lot worse at any time. Then again he guessed when she had asked what it was earlier she really meant that. “Don’t get too close to that edge, it could give way.” Mark snapped not liking where she was looking over though the fire department seemed to have ropes handled.

Placing the gear down while he got into the harness Mark heard a voice before getting nudged in the ribs. “I get it, hurry up jeez someone is there I know. I can hear them.” Mark explained though he had no idea what they were saying as he heard Shani say she couldn’t see them. Grabbing the gear and board Mark ventured to the edge as he clipped himself onto the rope. Being slightly taller he guessed helped in a way as he pointed to one of the cars. “She’s right there... red mini cooper or kinda scratched mini cooper.” He said pointing it out for Shani.

Surely she would know that car, it was a classic even if he was against the newer BMW version. Mark listened to what was being said though he didnt understand a word until the ‘we’re on our way’. “Kinda got it wasnt English.” He replied sarcastically as he strapped the gear to him and walked his way over the edge of the sink hole. “Right behind you McGuire.” Mark called as his feet hit the broken tarmac and then the earth under the road as he glanced down as his foot made contact with one of the cars that had been swallowed. “We’ll be right there.” Mark said as he made himself busy with unhooking from the rope and trying not to fall off the boot of the car he was stood on.

Tag: Ziva Sokolov & Shani McGuire

[Ziva Sokolov]

" What am I supposed to do with him? " " Cuff yourself to him " " I'd rather you shoot me first." " That can be arranged, if you would like "

[attr="class","walkpost"] [attr="class","linescr"] Ziva really didn’t care for the small talk. “Azar.” (Help). Ziva’s voice was weak and they were screaming down a hole when all she wanted was someone to get her out of here before anything else gave way. This place was far from stable, she could feel things moving around beneath her. She couldn’t fall again. No, she had her boys to get home to. “Esau, Ani mitztaerat” (I am sorry). Not that she had anything to be sorry for. At least not that she knew of, but she was certain it would be pasted all over the news. Sighing she tried to move from under her car and she’d gotten most of her body free except her leg. It was her previously injured leg. Nothing was crushing her and that was a miracle, she was just tangled and scraped up. The bang to her head hurt the worst. She could feel it throbbing. Ziva spoke English well enough, just Hebrew was habit. Understanding what they were saying she wished they would stop bickering and come get her out before all of them got hurt. No, she wasn’t going to let things get worse if she could help it. Why did she always get stuck with people who spent half their time arguing? Trying to reach her phone it wasn’t within grasp of her fingers. More than anything she wanted Esau and Josiah. To hear their voices. She remembered some stupid fortune teller thing on the sidewalk telling her she would die to the earth. Ziva didn’t believe in superstitions but she hated Ghosts and all of this was bothering her.

✡Ziva Sokolov✡ AT LO LEVAD ✡ Shani McGuire,Mark Wilson ✡

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[Shani McGuire]

Shani just glared at Mark when he told her to chill out, she had no idea what that state was. Chilled on the job was an insult and how he could be so relaxed she wondered if he had a high death rate for his ambulance. A bone headed American was all she could think as she carried on with her job. “Sane as ever.” Shani replied wondering why at this moment he was choosing to question her sanity. Two kids later and it was a word she knew all too well especially when she felt like she was losing most of hers. “You only wish that I would fall in and need rescued by you Wilson. I would sooner stay down there.” She replied tartly to him.

“Never would have thought that with your speed.” Shani replied to his comment regarding hearing the voice. The woman clearly spoke Hebrew which to her meant that she might not be American and there was something about making a good first impression. Once Shani was on safe footing she found that trying to see what was where became an issue. Dirt, water, road it all looked the same with the cars mangled in the process of what looked like a disaster movie set. Except this was the middle of Chicago and this like this never happened in Chicago.

Shani saw where Mark was pointing as she made her way to the red mini cooper. Shani fought back a comment about Wilson always being right behind people though it never got air time. She was annoyed with him as it was so adding to that, she knew that right now was no time for making wise cracks at her partners expense. Later though once they were back at fifty one, oh she would make comment after comment about that one. Shani could hear the woman say a name and then sorry.

Once Shani got within reaching distance of the red mini cooper she tried to pull open the door but it was jammed shut. “Who is Esau?” (le-mi ka-ma Esau?) Shani asked in Hebrew, it was a name though the persons relationship to the woman was unknown. Brother, husband, partner it was all up in the air these days though having her keep taking was good. “a-ta na-su-i?” (Are you married?) Shani asked as she looked at Mark and pointed to her ring and then his, well at least he could play charades and try to stay in the conversation.

“I’m going to break the window, just stay calm.” Shani said as she motioned to Mark to come around with the gear and hopefully they could figure out a way to get her out of the car. That was if Mark chose this year to go along with her plan or simply decided to take the day in his own time.

Ziva Sokolov, Mark Wilson,

[Mark Wilson]

Now McGuire being sane, no that was news to him. She was as crazy as they came with an extra dose of insane to match that. Still working with her wasn’t exactly bad, just he wanted to keep his job and his life by the end of shift. The simple fact that she didnt seem to know what a sink hole was, worried him given that it was what they were dealing with. “Hey that’s fine with me McGuire, less paperwork for me to fill out anyway so you just stay there and see where it gets you.” He replied even though he wanted to ask her about the attitude.

“Yeah yeah yeah, speed this, speed that. Slow down and live works for me just fine.” He argued back, it was an easy enough journey into the hole. Landing on the car tops as he found the one they were looking for. He guessed they were lucky it was quiet the moment the hole sank. Busier and then it wasnt just one person they were looking for it was several. That was never fun as he glanced at the disaster zone. One sink hole looked like all others though he hated knowing it could sink again if the water had eroded the under layers too much.

Mark glanced at the woman stuck in the car, “Never mind who, what is an Esuuu?” He said trying to repeat the language he had heard though to his ears it sounded pretty much correct though Shani started babbling on, yeah he didnt get it at all. An Esuuu, was it a person or an animal or a tree or car. Mark was playing the catch up game as he saw Shani point to her ring and then to his. “Husband!” Mark said triumphantly, well he got that part.

Mark made his way around to that side of the car with the bags. “Ask her if she’s stuck?” Mark asked as he couldn’t see much to where her legs were and pulling her out if she was stuck on something. That was a big issue as he readied the board to slide it into the car to they could tie the woman to it along with the C-collar. “Ask her if she knows English too... just so we’re all on the same page.” Mark said to Shani as he grinned at the woman. “You’ll be out in no time, just relax and tell me about this Esuuu person. Husband or wife?” He asked having no idea but then he didn’t much have an opinion on it he just wanted to keep the woman talking.

Tag: Ziva Sokolov & Shani McGuire

[Ziva Sokolov]

" What am I supposed to do with him? " " Cuff yourself to him " " I'd rather you shoot me first." " That can be arranged, if you would like "

[attr="class","walkpost"] [attr="class","linescr"] Ziva could hear Shani trying to talk to her. It was about the only keeping her distracted at the moment. Usually that was harder to do, but given the situation Ziva was just trying to think of ways to get out of her. None of those involved her being able to do things herself. “Hayah Bali” (He is my husband) Ziva explained before she watched the whole charades bit. Oh great, well she wasn’t exactly speaking in English for them to both understand. Though she just felt more comfortable in her native tongue. Honestly she was trying to ignore the male’s strange antics. She needed to get out of here. Then she started a string of curse words beginning in Russian. “Chyort voz'mi!” (Dammit!) She then traveled through Senegalese, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, French and then lastly to Arabic as she stared at Mark. “Cheb Donnie Ethwal” (Shut up stupid idiot). Then there was Shanie breaking the window. The other window, seeing as the window she was laying on was broken already. Right now, Ziva just wanted to go home. “Esau is my husband.” She clearly needed to state that in plain English. Though she was more worked up now having to listen to Mark asking stupid questions. “If I was not stuck, I would not be here.” Ziva decided to point out the obvious. She was in a bad mood and ice daggers stared back at the man. Some people just didn’t understand. If he so much as babied her there were going to be words. The crashing of the glass as Shani busted the window had Ziva ducking under her jacket. She knew the drill. Though she knew the minute they called Esau that it was going to go straight to voicemail. That was because it had been left at the house that morning. So unless he hadn’t gone to work, even if it didn’t go to voicemail it would just ring.

✡Ziva Sokolov✡ AT LO LEVAD ✡ Shani McGuire,Mark Wilson ✡

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[Shani McGuire]

Men, since when did she have to deal with this much attitude at fifty one? Shani had better things to do than deal with Hudson who thought he was king of anything and now Wilson was joining that merry band of muppets. Not on her watch at all though right then, it was likely the wrong time to shove him into a hole as she hardly needed the paperwork. Yes Shani why did you cut your partners ropes? Well Sir I felt it a necessary evil to prevent the spread of the male ego. She knew she would win that argument.

“Living is only done at speed; those that take their time lose out on a great many things. The slow man might see the world but everyone passes them by.” Shani stated as she attempted to consider how she could make it look like an accident leaving him down there. Hearing Mark ask about Esau or rather what was one, Wilson was taking home the golden globe for being an idiot today. It was her language and a name she knew. Shani found herself laughing when Ziva explained it was her husband in Hebrew only for the other medic to catch on later.

“I work with an idiot.” She muttered in Hebrew though the foreign words that fell from Ziva’s mouth left Shani furrowing her brow. She had no idea what was being said, the language was far harsher than the Hebrew she knew. Not even local dialect could account for those words. “See what did I tell you, this is what I have to work with today.” Shani stated in Hebrew hearing Ziva as she laughed. “He actually knows his job but please try to shut him up... for everyone’s sake.” Shani asked, she knew it was hard to ask the woman who was stuck to do something for her but maybe it would help her to focus on anything other than what was going on.

Shani wriggled herself through the window to try and see what had caught where as she moved to put a C-collar onto Ziva as she motioned to Mark to look about where he was. Two sets of eyes were better than one and moving people got tricky the minute they could barely see what was going on in a car. Things could get caught and causing more damage was hardly on her to do list that day.

Ziva Sokolov, Mark Wilson,

[Stephanie Taylor]

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Stephanie knew that vehicle. Her stomach started doing flips in her stomach. Grabbing her phone she knew that calling while they were on a scene wasn’t exactly protocol but she could handle Esau if he got here before they got Ziva out. She knew if roles were reversed, then she would want to know what had happened sooner rather than later. Dialing her phone she waited for Esau to answer the phone.

Notifications were not her favorite and when she heard the phone pick up she started talking. There was no real recollection if she was leaving a voicemail or talking to Esau but she was going to spit it all out. “Esau, It’s Stephanie. The road collapsed at 60th and West Barkley. Ziva is involved, paramedics are with her at the bottom of a sinkhole. I don’t have a report on her condition. I knew you would want to know.” She waited to see if she was talking to a machine or a person.

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Shani McGuire,Mark Wilson,Esau Sokolov
This is just a one shot with Stephanie to introduce Esau, she will not post again

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[Esau Sokolov]

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[attr="class","esauright"] Esau knew the number and the corresponding name that popped up with it on his phone's screen. Stephanie Taylor. The two weren't exactly close friends, though they weren't liable to kill each other either. Esau frowned; a firefighter calling him while he was in the office? That couldn't be good. Answering the phone, his breath caught in his throat. "Josiah? Ziva?" The two names leapt to his lips. He felt numb, the overwhelming urgency to know that they were both okay. The seconds between him picking up the phone and the person on the other end responding seemed like an eternity. This ranked right up there with the police showing up at your door. It turned out, Esau was right to be worried. Stephanie lacked any sense of tact, laying out the specifics of the situation without showing a hint of emotion. Not that Esau had been looking for a comforting presence. He preferred cold, hard facts without his time being wasted on extraneous information or, worse, feelings. Her approach had been the correct one; perhaps that's why he liked her so much. Few people would have had that courtesy. Operating purely on autopilot, Esau ended the call without saying anything else. Quickly explaining the situation to Josh, Esau grabbed his coat and keys, hurrying down to the agency's parking garage. Generally, Esau didn't drive as recklessly as Ziva had been known to. In this case, he made an exception, using his evasive driving training to navigate the Chicago traffic. Upon arriving at the site of the accident, Esau hopped out of the car. Cops were trying to keep people at bay, but he flashed his FBI credentials. Something about being a 'fed' got you access anywhere. They didn't even ask questions as he forced his way forward. Ziva Sokolov , Shani McGuire , Mark Wilson [attr="class","esauright2"]

deltra of gangnam style

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark rolled his eyes he hadn’t signed on for a philosophy lesson for a shift with the crazy Israeli. “The slow man loves to fight another day, the fast woman doesn’t have much of a future to tell about.” He answered right back at her though really he wanted to kill her more now than ever before. Nope this shift he should have called in sick than to work with a whack job who he was surprised was able to make it this far in life. Not for any other reason other than her driving but then again it wasnt like they didnt have that advanced warning system of get the hell out of the way.

He just felt like yelling it more and more. Then came the string of curse words he knew exactly what was said now as he smirked. “Ni bispakOytis’ “ (Don’t worry.) Mark said smiling he knew they knew what they were doing and the fact that Ziva knew Russian too made the conversation a lot easier on his part. Though as soon as he knew what was being said it switched back to the Hebrew again and he had no idea as he just grinned at the two of them. Likely saying what a great guy he was for figuring out what an Esau was.

“So its your Esau that a husband. Well whatever goes these days I guess, no judgement from me.” Mark said still not entirely sure he was up to speed but then again he wasnt about to argue the small print. Mark glanced back to Ziva as he just nodded. “Well at least we know you’ve not got a concussion, you’re making sense about not being stuck.” He explained, “But plenty of people hang around without having to be stuck. You know it’s just a thing.” Mark added as he glared at Shani.

“Wait a minute, I know you love me and thank you for appreciating that I know my job, I do.” Mark said as he went to fit the IV line into Ziva’s arm. “I just have to work with an Israeli crazy person who drives at a million miles an hour.” Mark explained in English before he switched to Russian. “Tell me more about this Esau husband. Is he real or just one of those work husbands?” Mark asked not sure if she meant an actual one or the work kind because he had work husbands and wives depending on the day. Mark reached for his radio for a moment. "Anyone got any info on an Esau, possible husband?" Mark asked wondering if he was there or not, at least that way they might work out what an Esau was.

Tag:Esau Sokolov & Shani McGuire & Ziva Sokolov

[Ziva Sokolov]

" What am I supposed to do with him? " " Cuff yourself to him " " I'd rather you shoot me first." " That can be arranged, if you would like "

[attr="class","walkpost"] [attr="class","linescr"] Hebrew to Shani and Russian to Mark, that seemed to be the running logic here. “Make him find Esau.” She pointed at Mark as Ziva’s Hebrew was weak. “Shani. Stay.” Grabbing for Shani’s arm wasn’t a traditional Ziva thing to do but she knew she needed to get out of here. Shani was the only way out and the only one who understood her right now. When Mark started talking about her being stuck and not having a concussion she just glared. “Shut up!” She hissed in Russian sharply. No, Ziva hated blabbering and Mark wasn’t helping. He was stressing her out. Oh, if she wasn’t trapped under things she could strangle the man. Work husband? Really? “He is real.” Her Russian again seemed angry. “You take me for a fool?” She heard Mark over the radio. Oh so help her, she was glad Esau wasn’t here to hear the idiot over the radio. Though she had no idea he was standing by one of the firefighters up at the top of the hole. Ziva focused on Shani. Stephanie went to help Esau out up top. “Hey. I can’t let you go down there without a harness. I shouldn’t even let you go down there at all but I have already made up my mind to make an exception.” She handed him a harness. “Your son doesn’t need both parents in the hospital tonight.” Stephanie added as she heard her radio babble something from Mark. She rolled her eyes. “Ziva’s husband is right here.” She kept her radio traffic short. Stephanie turned to Esau and sighed. “She’s asking for you.”

✡Ziva Sokolov✡ AT LO LEVAD ✡ Shani McGuire,Mark Wilson,Esau Sokolov ✡

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