"Produce Officer Bashan or I start with your hands and I will not stop!" Ziva raged at the guard keeping her locked in the office. She had arrived at the Israel Embassy over an hour ago and had been required to leave both her personal and work phones at the entry. So she couldn’t even call Tony or Harry. If the guard hadn’t been standing in the office with her, she would have attempted to send Harry a patronus, but since she didn’t know if the guard was magical or not she couldn’t.