TIVA FANFIC: Broken Years, Rivers of Tears (NCIS)

I've Seen You Before..

Ziva and Tony hustled into work the next morning, Ziva behind the wheel.

"Wow. You're driving skills have greatly improved," Tony remarked, throwing a pleased glance at her.

Ziva narrowed her eyes, and pressed the accelerator pedal down hard, shooting the car forward.

"I spoke too early," Tony breathed, wincing, and clutched onto the side of his car for support.

After a bumpy ride, they were at the NCIS headquarters in no time, making their way to the escalator. Just as they were going to press the button, a running Bishop came around the corner.

"Wait!" Bishop panted, "Ziva! I want you to meet my husband, Jake," she said, proudly, indicating to a middle aged man who came from behind her.

Briefly, Ziva looked up from her phone, blinking. "Ziva David," she said politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Suddenly, as Jake approached them, nonchalantly, he did an abrupt double take, staring into Ziva's face.

When he didn't immediately respond, Ziva caught his gaze. "Uh, is there a problem?" she asked testily. "Do I know you? I feel like I know you from somewhere," she followed up, putting away her phone.

Stuttering, Jake scratched his forhead and looked down. "N-no. I, uh, don't think-k we've, um, met before," he muttered.

A look of concern seemed to flash over Tony's face. Bishop just looked confused.

"Are we missing something here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. NO!" Jake responded, "I work as an attorney for NSA. Perhaps you bumped into me there."

Ziva's forehead wrinkled. "I could've sworn I saw you in a different country. I don't remember where exactly.." she debated. "Have you been to Israel? Africa? Perhaps I know you from there.."

Jake began to nervously twist at his lip, and drummed his fingers on the wall. Tony's eye twitched.

"It's probably nothing," Bishop decided, and led Jake away. "We'll see you later!"

Ziva shook her head and pressed the button.

"Well that was weird," Tony observed, and they entered the elevator.

Ziva looked down at her feet, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. She could've sworn she had seen him before.

And she didn't have a positive recollection of him.

Whenever she saw his face, she linked it to pain and torture. But how could that be?

Where did she know him from?