Ziva's heart was racing as she pushed through the backstage curtains. She had checked all the rooms she passed, but every single one was empty. She moved quickly down the service hallway and almost ran into the Director.
The Director looked pale, her hands shaking slightly as she held her phone. Unlike the others outside, she wasn't curious or annoyed. She was worried.
"Ziva! Did you find her?" she asked in a low voice. "I told security to block the main entrance, but those journalists are like vultures. I'm worried she's stuck somewhere. If anything happens to her… the film… everything will fall apart. Mr Vale would be very disappointed"
"I'm still looking," Ziva replied, giving her a quick nod before moving again. She went back and checked the private restrooms at the back of the building. The corridor there was quieter and the lights were dimmer.
Then... her feet came to a stop when her eyes caught some faint marks on the floor.
Small, damp footprints.
