"Malakai found me... he bloody found ME," Ziva's voice cut through the thick tension, her eyes blazing with golden fire. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, stepping forward, desperate to bridge the growing chasm between us. She was out of bed, her hand clutching the blanket tightly around her trembling frame.

Before she could respond, the door slammed open. Cillian barged in, dragging the healer with him. Their entrance only heightened the chaos. The healer's sea-green eyes briefly ...