There
was silence in the squad room as Gibbs' plan spurned into action with
Ziva stepping gout of the elevator with her head held high as if she
still worked at NCIS and wasn't supposed to be currently on a slab in
autopsy.
Gibbs, Tony and McGee (who had all come back ahead of
Ziva. Abby was back in her lab and Ducky and Palmer were back in
autopsy) feigned shock at her appearance with expert
precision.
"Um…isn't she the ex-agent whose death we're
investigating sir?" a confused and nervous FBI probie asked
Agent Sacks.
The look on Agent Sacks' face was of more than just
shock. He was only able to mutter a quiet and almost angry
"Yes…"
Ziva stopped in her tracks as she turned the
corner into the squad area.
The whole area was completely silent
for at least five minutes as everybody in the vicinity stared
wordlessly at Ziva.
"Well somebody say something Ziva shouted
eventually throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation.
"Um…miss
David, can I have a word with you in private?" Agent Sacks
stepped forwards putting his hands on Ziva's elbow and lead her to an
interrogation room.
Gibbs smiled to himself, his plan was
working.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Sacks
shouted, slamming his hands down on the table in front of
him.
"well…it appears I'm not." Ziva said calmly,
almost mocking him, as she sat casually with one leg crossed over the
other opposite the fuming FBI agent.
"You know this is a
complete waste of FBI time!!" Sacks stood up, his chair flew
into the wall.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Ziva smiled.
"I
was actually glad to be relieved of the task of killing you miss
David, but now…now I will relish it!"
Agent Sacks said threateningly in Hebrew, his face mere inches from
Ziva's.
"You
realize that not only could I take you out blindfolded but also, my
team are probably behind that mirror listening to every word you say
to me."
Ziva replied, also in Hebrew.
"even
if that's true, they wont be able to understand me!"
Sacks picked up his chair and sat down slowly with a smug smile on
his face.
Meanwhile, behind the mirror
"Holy…!!
When did Sacks start speaking Hebrew!?" Tony said,
stunned.
"Long story…" Fornell replied.
"Never
mind that DiNozzo, can you translate it?"
"Yeah, just
give me a couple of minutes…" Tony grabbed a notepad and pen
and began scribbling furiously.
Back in the interrogation room
"Actually…the
director made us all go on a course for it. Of course, Gibbs was
conveniently absent but Tony took to it well."
"That
idiot can barely speak English! Face it. No one will know what I'm
saying until its too late."
Sacks finished, still sitting smugly and staring at Ziva.
Ziva
just gave an equally smug smile and folded her arms in front of
her.
Behind the mirror
Tony was typing angrily into a
computer but when he came up with no results he sighed furiously,
hitting his hand on the desk beside the computer.
"Haven't
you translated it yet DiNozzo?!" Gibbs asked.
"There is
a couple of words that I can't translate!!" Tony pointed the
words out to Gibbs on his notepad.
Gibbs looked at the paper.
"Damn it I hate it when I'm right!! He's our guy, It means kill,
he's going to kill Ziva!!" Gibbs turned around quickly to exit
the room.
"How do you know? You were never at the Hebrew
classes!" Tony shouted after him, standing up quickly.
"Director
gave me the cliff notes!" Gibbs shouted as they burst into the
interrogation room.