Okay, I like just got this idea, so I had to put this out there. Tell me if you like it.

What Happens In the Desert: Stays There

Chapter 1: HELP

Saleem: One of you tell me what I want, and two of you will die.

Tony: Then either way you don't get what you want.

Saleem: (smiles down at Ziva.) Ask Her.

He stares at her, she stares at him. "What is he talking about?" Tony asks suddenly. She looks down at the floor, he notices her hands squeeze the edges of her chair. And then he notices the pool of water on the ground. "You're having a baby?" he asks.

She shakes her head, "No."

He looks at her more closely, and then at her clothes, "You had a baby?" She doesn't answer him; he asks again, "You had a baby?" Again, she doesn't answer him. The doors swing open, and Saleem walks in with a dirty, blue colored blanket in his arms. He walks over to the two partners he drops the blanket.

In his arms is the sleeping infant, her sandy brown hair, darkened from the dirt. Her once, polka-dot outfit is also dirtied from the weather. He smiles mischievously at Ziva, who still looks at the ground, "You did not tell him her name?" He whispers against her neck.

Ziva shivers as his words slither down her neck, "Her name is…Salima." She murmurs, shame trailing in her words. Saleem laughs, "Very Good. Very Good. Now," he draws a knife from his back pocket. He slowly traces it around the baby's arm. "Who, will tell me what I need to know, or my daughter dies."

"You'd really kill your own child?" Tony asks. "I have plenty of children; she is just the most recent." Saleem says simply. Ziva looks up at her captor, her eyes begging him not to do so. "Now My Information."

'Crap, Crap,' Tony thought. 'This is all screwed up now, how was Gibbs supposed to take this guy out without shooting the kid? Ziva's kid.' He still could not get over that. Saleem moves he knife closer to the girl's throat, "Saleem! Saleem! Listen; if the Americans do not check in, they will come looking for them."

"Ziva, shut up." Tony hisses.

"What will killing a tiny infant do? What justice will it bring?" she asks. Saleem chuckles, "You are right," he walks over to her and sets the girl in her arms. "What are you doing?" she asks.

"I want my daughter to see her mother," he whispers, one last time before yanking Ziva up by her hair. "Before she dies." He presses the knife closer to her throat, "I do not make bargains." Saleem says.

"Do you make pizza?" Tony asks. "What?" Saleem asks bewildered. Before she can comprehend what is going on Saleem is on the ground, pointing his gun at McGee's head. "Stop! Stop!" Tony shouts. By now, the baby girl, is awake and whimpering quietly.

Ziva does not move to comfort her daughter, she doesn't move, nobody does. Saleem cautiously stands up, still pointing his gun at McGee. "I've told you about everybody on the team, but myself." Tony says.

"And that is?"

"I'm the wild card. And I can't stop thinking about that scene in True Lies, where Arnie is strapped to the chair and strapped through of truth serum. Picks his cuffs and kills everyone…you have 30 seconds to live Saleem."

Saleem gives a small laugh, "You're-You're still bound. You cannot escape. You are lying."

Tony chuckles, "I can't lie, and I didn't say I was going to be the one to kill you. Remember when I told you my boss was a sniper?" Saleem breaths slowly and Ziva watches them cautiously before the window next to shatters and Saleem's body falls to the ground, blood oozing from his head.

Ziva glances at him cautiously before wrapping her daughter back up in the blanket as Tony and McGee unbind her and help her up. Her legs are like jelly as she tries to stand. They all hear gun shots fly in the air and try to hurry out, "Here, let me." Tony orders lightly. Ziva looks at him before shaking her head, Tony sighs before he wraps an arm around her shoulder, and then one around her waist.

McGee walks in front of them, checking for safety, while they lag behind. As they walk into a hallway, a guard falls to ground, dead. Ziva looks at Tony, who keeps moving forward. They stand at the back of the hallway and Ziva looks cautiously at the scene in front of her.

It seemed to be a person, covered in vines, she squints and makes out a face, "Let's go home." Gibbs muttered.

She sits apart from all of them. Her daughter lies in her lap asleep, as she brushes what little hair the girl has. Gibbs is the first to come and sit by her, she glances at him before continuing to look at her. "How old is she?" he asks. She licks her lip, "Um, 3 weeks."

Gibbs doesn't want to push what little of strength she has left in her, so he resists the urge to pull her into a hug, or cradle the little baby in his arms. "What's her name?" he asks. She looks at him, "I know Tony told you." Gibbs shrugs, "That was his choice, this is your choice."

Ziva looks down at her daughter, "Um…I don't know. But when we were in, um, camp, the mid-wife called her, 'little princess,' and it seemed to stick with me." Tony sits up, "I heard of a name like that, a name that means little princess."

Ziva looks over at him, her face, blank. "But, I mean if you don't want me too-." She stops him, "I want to hear it." She says quietly. "Um, it was…Rylin." Ziva looks down at her daughter and smiles as she traces the girl's lips, "Rylin. She looks like a Rylin."

Gibbs gives her a small smile, "Rylin Jennifer." She murmurs. "That's a pretty name." McGee tells her. Ziva nods,

"A pretty name for a pretty little girl."

They are all quiet as they ride in the elevator, Rylin, lying tightly against her mother's chest, her big blue eyes that were bound to change, looking around, her hand in mouth. "Just another day at the office." Tony muttered. Gibbs glances back at him before the doors open and he walks out.

Ziva cautiously steps out as clapping starts; Abby rushes over and hugs her, her hands brushing over Ziva's face. Ziva pulls away slightly, as her daughter starts to squirm. Abby gasps down at the small infant, Ziva gives a sad smile, "Oh my gosh, She's so pretty, what's her name?" Abby murmurs,

"Rylin."

Okay, First, Should I continue? Second, I know Sarah means princess, but to me, Sarah's just not Ziva to me. Ziva is a little unusual and so is the name Rylin. But please! I need reviews! Please!