Hiatus Revisited
Prologue
"You're just upset that you not in charge anymore, Tony," said McGee. "I'm glad Gibbs is back in charge. He's a better leader than you."
Tony sat trying to ignore his former probie Tim McGee and Mossad liaison Ziva David. For four months he led them, as the supervisory agent, the lead agent, but then his mentor Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs returned and he went back to being Senior field Agent.
"McGee is right, Tony. Do not pout. Gibbs is a better leader than you. He has military training and far more experience than you," said Ziva.
Gibbs is a better leader than you. She doesn't realize how much that hurts coming from her. I thought we had connected on more than a professional level. He looked up and his green eyes stared into her dark brown ones. For a time he thought that they had something more than primal attraction, he thought that she had the potential to make him a better man. Now she was joining with McGee extolling the virtues of Gibbs return and Tony's fall. It hurt more than he wanted to admit.
Ziva finally noticed the pain in his eyes and was suddenly concerned about him.
"What's he pouting about now?" asked the new Gibbs with his grey moustache and memories which still had holes in them.
"Nothing, Boss," said Tony then he lowered his eyes back to his paperwork. People used to call me Gibbs' lapdog. Maybe they were right. He keeps offering me bones and I keep on chewing on them and saying thank you, boss.
He didn't see the expression of regret on Ziva's face. Gibbs' telephone rang and he answered it. He spoke quietly for a few moments then he hung and stood up.
"Ziva, McGee, gear up. That was a cop from Arlington, VA. Petty Officer Daniels was spotted in a bar there last night. Let's see if we can track him down," he said then tossed Ziva the car keys.
"What about me, Boss," asked Tony.
"You man the telephones here, DiNozzo," he said then strode out with of the bullpen with a smirking McGee and a straight faced David, who tried to make eye contact with him, but he refused to look at her. From the mezzanine Jenny Sheppard watched. She went back to her office and dialed Tony's extension. "Special Agent Dinozzo," he answered.
"Tony, come up to my office now," she said.
"Yes, Director," he replied then hung up and ran up the steps to her office.
Entering the Director's office he noticed that she was seated at her desk with her glasses on and reading his file. Jenny was an attractive red haired older woman. He had to admit when she first took over that he had a bit of a crush on her, but her former relationship with Gibbs ended any attempts to seduce her. And then there was Ziva to take up most of his attention and imagination when it came to the area of Eros and romance.
"Tony, sit down," she said.
He sat down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Don't ma'am me, Tony," she said raising one eyebrow and giving him her version of Gibbs' glare. Hers was more castrating and cold and his intense and murderous.
She learned well form Gibbs. I'm actually afraid of her when she stared at me like that.
"You wanted to see me, Jenny," he said.
She looked closely at the handsome face of the man sitting across from her. It was starting to show the strain of dealing with a man who he had once thought of as a surrogate father and who now barely remembered who he was. She knew she needed to move Tony out of his position with Gibbs or risk losing him as an agent.
"I have an offer for you," she said. "Actually, it's your pick of new assignments. You can lead your own MCR Team in Rota, Spain, or you can take a troubleshooting position in Juffair, Bahrain. Which do you want to hear more about?" she asked.
"Bahrain sounds interesting," he said with his body language pepping up.
"The troubleshooting position," she smiled. "You're rank will be as a supervisory agent. You'll work out of Naval Support Activity Bahrain, but you will jump around from field offices in Cairo, Amman, Dubai, Kuwait, and Karachi, Pakistan. Wherever there is a sensitive investigation or op where we foresee a problem you'll be sent in to take the lead. Of course, you'll have to learn Arabic and Hebrew eventually. There's a Navy College in Naval Support Activity Bahrain where you can start taking classes immediately upon transfer."
"Is this strictly illegal activities that I'll be investigating?" he asked.
"No. It will include counterterrorism and intelligence gathering. There will be a lot of field work, much of it in war zones and almost all of it dangerous. This position is the brainchild of my Deputy Director, Leon Vance. He wanted to fill it with one of his men, a good computer savvy agent, but I want someone I trust in the position. What do you say, Tony?"
"I won't be leaving because I was demoted. I'm not leaving because Gibbs is back. I want that understood upfront. I'm not jealous of Gibbs. I just don't fit in with his team any longer and it is his team. Ziva and McGee are completely loyal to him and seem to have turned their back on me. If I stay I think it will hurt the team, so I should leave," he said.
"I know, Tony. I've seen it," she said then smiled. "Is that a yes?"
"Bahrain. It sounds like it could be fun," he said.
"You'll have an apartment on base without very much room for belongings. I can have your apartment furniture and stuff put into storage and you can leave your Mustang in my garage. You will come back to DC now and then for debriefings and vacations," she said.
"When do I leave?" he asked.
"Tomorrow, I'll contact Quantico. I'll drive you there personally for a six week training program," she said.
"What type of training?" he asked.
"Self-defense, weapons, counterintelligence, and more," she said.
"What time in the morning?" he asked.
"Seven," she said. "When I get back I'll inform Gibbs that he needs to look for a new senior field agent."
"That should make him real happy," said Tony.
"I know he doesn't remember you right now, but I've talked to a doctor and he will get his full memory back, Tony, and when he does, he will regret losing you," she told him.
"I suppose so, Jen. It just hurts right now," he said.
"It should, Tony. It hasn't been easier for you and your teammates haven't made easy for you. Now, if I were you, I'd say goodbye to whoever you want to say goodbye to. It will be a couple of years before you are back here," she said.
"I think I'll go down to autopsy and say goodbye to Jimmy and Ducky," he said.
"What about Abby?" she asked.
"Et tu, Abby. She forgot about me when Gibbs retuned," he smiled sadly.
He stood up to leave.
"Oh, Tony, don't tell Ducky and Jimmy where you are going or what you'll be doing. Your new position is highly classified, It's on a need to know basis and they don't need to know," she said.
"Sure, Jen. I'll keep my mouth shut about my new job description," he said then left.
He stood at the railing of the mezzanine and looked down at Gibbs MCRT Bullpen. The desks were all empty for the moment. I'm going to miss them, even if they aren't going to miss me. I'm going to especially miss working for Gibbs. He's thought me more than he knows.
NCIS
In celebration of Tony's promotion Ducky had supplied the three of them a taste of Scotland in a glass with Bunnahabhain twelve year old single malt Scotch.
"I shall miss you, Anthony. I have grown fond of you," said Ducky with sadness in his voice.
"I will, too, Tony," added Jimmy.
"Thanks, guys. I don't think you realize how much you two mean to me," he said. "Oh, Ducky, I'm putting you and Jenny down as my next of kin and medical proxy. I trust the two of you."
"Thank you, Anthony. I will be honored."
"I'd put you down, Jimmy, but you haven't even graduated yet from medical school," he smile.
"I understand, Tony."
They each finished off their drink and put the glass down on the metal autopsy table.
"Well, I better go home and pack up my belongings as best I can. I'm leaving," he said then turned and started out of autopsy.
As he exited Abby in her black pigtails bouncing side to side as she kept beat to some music in her head came bursting in almost knocking him over. She giggled and Tony had to grab her and hold her in his arms to make sure he didn't hurt her.
"Hey, Tony," she said. "How're you doing?"
She smiled at him. He loved her infectious smile and happy Goth attitude.
"Fine, Abs."
"You want to go out for a few drinks tonight. I'm going with McGee and Ziva. We are celebrating Gibbs' return," she said.
"I can't. I have a date tonight," he smiled then kissed her on the forehead and left.
Abby turned her attention to Ducky and Jimmy. Both men looked sad, as if they had just heard bad news.
"Anything wrong with Gibbs, Ducky?" Abby asked.
"He's fine as far as I know," he said. "Why do you ask about Jethro?"
"You and Jimmy both look as if you lost a close friend," she said.
"In many ways we have, Abigail," he said.
"I don't understand," said Abby.
"No, you do not, Abigail," Ducky said.
NCIS
After dropping Tony off for training, Jenny returned from Quantico in the late afternoon. She purposely walked through the Gibbs MCRT bullpen, so she could deliver the news about Tony.
"I don't care. If he shows up now, if he does then tell him to go home. He's fired," growled Gibbs into the telephone, as he was talking to security.
Both Ziva and McGee were looking concerned for Tony. About time they showed an emotion other than smugness towards him. Unfortunately, it's too late, and no one will regret it more than Ziva. I know she has feelings for him, but she allowed her Mossad training lead her to arrogance. Gibbs was just furious, which made Jenny happy. She liked poking angry bears. Of course, Gibbs was the one who taught her how to do it.
"Special Agent Gibbs," she said grabbing his attention.
"Yes, Director," he said glaring at her.
"Special Agent DiNozzo no longer works for your MCRT. He has been promoted to supervisory agent and given a new assignment," she stated. "You should start looking for a new senior field agent."
"Where is DiNozzo?" he growled.
"His new assignment has a top secret classification. All I can tell you is that he'll be out of country for the next few years," she said. "When you have a choice for your SFA, let me know."
She walked out of the bullpen, leaving Gibbs growling and Ziva and McGee in a state of shock at Tony leaving and not even telling them.
"Supervisory Agent and top secret classification," repeated McGee. "What the hell is he involved in?"
"He did not say goodbye to us," said Ziva softly.
"He's gone. Let's move on," barked Gibbs. Jesus, Dinozzo, I know there are things about you that I'm forgetting. What the hell are they?
Ziva looked over at Tony's empty desk. He was gone. He didn't say a word to anyone; he just left. He didn't say goodbye to her. There has to be a good reason for him to do this, but I cannot think of one. All I can think of is that I will miss him.
Chapter One
Nine Months Later
Ziva had been called into the Israeli Embassy. She had told Gibbs that she would be in late because she was being called in for a conference with her superiors. He gave her the morning off. About a month after Tony left Gibbs' full memory returned. Ziva had never seen him so upset as when he realized he drove Tony away, that he had lost not only his senior field agent, his protégé, but a young man he thought of as a surrogate son.
At first he was almost unbearable to be around. Special Agent Langer lasted on three weeks before he asked to be transferred. It was only because of Cassie Yates wanting to leave her position as on contingency agent that they were able to fill the senior field agent easily. Now under the calming influence of Cassie, Abby, and Ziva Gibbs barked slightly less, though it was obvious that he missed DiNozzo. It was obvious the whole team missed DiNozzo as the closure rate dropped from a system high of ninety-five percent to a system high ninety-two percent.
Ziva pulled her red and white Mini-Cooper into the employee parking area then she ran her Mossad ID through the biometric lock, which blinked green and let her in.
"Officer Bashan," Ziva said as she entered.
"Come, Ziva, our father is already up on the screen in the situation room waiting to hear from you," he said.
They walked to the elevator, entered and he pressed the button for the subbasement.
"What is the problem, Michael?" she asked Bashan.
"He wants to speak to you about a NCIS agent who is currently working in the Middle East," he said.
She nodded and kept her mouth shut. There were only a few agents she had contact who were in the Middle East, Chad being the primary one.
The elevator doors opened and Bashan walked up to a secure door and placed his hand on a biometric plate. The plate read his hand and the door unlocked. They entered the Situation Room.
On a giant screen waiting to speak to his daughter was Eli David. There he was with his handsome craggy face and salt and pepper hair with his horned rimmed, slightly tinted glasses.
"Hello, Aba," she said.
"Zivalah, it is good to see you, my daughter," he said then smiled.
"You wanted to speak to me about a NCIS agent."
"Yes, it is one you should know well, yet one who has surprised us lately, which I do not like," he said. "Agent Meatball. Anthony DiNozzo."
Her eyes widened hearing first the nickname she gave him when she was Ari's case officer then his whole name Anthony DiNozzo, her partner. A man who risked his life several times for her, and a man she missed more than she admitted to anyone, except herself.
"He is in the Middle East, yes?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "He is acting as some sort of troubleshooter out of Bahrain. We have dealt with now on two occasions and both times our people have come away with the worst part of the deal."
"Were they female officers?" she asked.
"No. That is what has me so anger. On one occasion it was Malachi and the next time it was Amit. He conned them both out of more Intel then he supplied to us. I don't like this, Ziva. We do not like to come in second. It is deadly for us," he said.
"Tony is expert at getting people to underestimate him then he turns the tables on them," she said.
"His profile needs to be updated. Your original profile left us with the image of a womanizing cop, who could be easily dealt with. I want you to get me a better profile of the man by Monday."
"Yes, Aba."
"And Ziva. Did you have a relationship with this man?" he asked.
"No. We were partners and friends. That is all," she said. It was the truth. They were partners and friends, though the tension between them seemed to say that both of them wanted more than that.
"Good. The next time we deal with Agent DiNozzo, I am thinking of sending Officer Tuvia to deal with him," he smiled.
"Liat. You really think she will be able to seduce him and control him, Aba?" she asked.
"She is highly skilled in seduction and manipulation," he said.
"I will have the profile to you soon," she said.
"I expect you to visit home soon, Ziva," he said.
"Soon, Aba," she said and the screen went blank.
"So, this DiNozzo, is he good?" asked Bashan.
"He is a friend," she said sadly.
NCIS
One Year Later
Gibbs, Jenny and Ziva stood in MTAC waiting to get a connection to Chad in the mountains of Pakistan. He was working with a Special Forces unit trying to track several Taliban insurgents who allegedly had Intel on potential coordinated attacks in the US, Israel, and England.
"Chad is coming online," the head techie let them now.
On the screen the bearded, shaggy haired Chad with a grey and white keffiyeh wrapped around his neck and a headphone on appeared. Behind him was the rocky and rough terrain of Hindu Kush.
"Hey, Gibbs. What do you need?" he said.
"I need you to get a haircut and shave but I guess that's not going to happen unless I order you," he smirked.
"You'll have to take that up with my boss," Chad smiled.
"Who is your boss now?" Gibbs asked.
"Tony DiNozzo. He's out on an extended patrol right now with some of the Special Forces guys. They should be back soon," he said.
Ziva stiffened up hearing DiNozzo's name. It had been almost two years since he left and still his absence was missed. Using her peripheral vision she noticed Jenny was smiling and for Gibbs that he had an anxious expression on his face, though you had to know him well to see that.
"We need to know a sitrep on your hunt for Abdul Zahir and Ahmed Badini," Gibbs said.
"Hold on, he comes Dinozzo now," said Chad, who took off the headphones and walked away from the laptop.
Within a few minutes DiNozzo appeared on the screen. He adjusted the laptop so the camera captured him. His hair was longish and he had a five day growth of beard with a black and white keffiyeh tied stylishly around his neck. His green eyes looked bloodshot and tired. He put on the headphones.
"Director, Agents Gibbs and David. Ahmed Badini is dead and we have his laptop. We just killed him in a firefight about an hour ago. We'll get the laptop shipped to you ASAP," he said.
"What about Zahir?" asked Gibbs.
"It seems they split up. I believe Badini was the planner and Zahir the implementer. We're going to have to try to pick his trail up again," he said.
"How are you doing, Tony?" Jenny asked, as she stepped in to talk to her agent.
"We lost two men, Jen, two good men, two good Seals," he said.
"How long have you been in Pakistan now?" she asked.
"Six months now. I'm due back in Bahrain in two weeks for some down time then who knows. You did promise an exciting time, Jen, and you delivered," he said.
"I've gotten nothing but glowing reports from Vance on you. He admits he was wrong; you were the right choice," Jenny said drawing a bit of the old DiNozzo smile.
"Well, the laptop will be off to you," he said then the shots of gunfire broke out. "Got to go. We are under attack. I think they want the laptop back, which means they need it for their plans."
The laptop stayed on as they watched DiNozzo pickup his M4 carbine and return fire. Three of the Special Forces guys came up beside DiNozzo and took position with him as more gunfire could be heard. Finally, a stray bullet took Chad's laptop out leaving them with white noise.
"See if you can get me a satellite feed for that area," ordered Jenny to the techs. "Also, get me Major Hunt. I want some marines to back there asses up. The Intel in that laptop needs to get back here. We can't lose it."
Gibbs stepped back. Ziva could see him working his jaw as the tension built up in it. He is as worried as I am.
A satellite image came up. By the greenish image it appeared that DiNozzo, Chad and ten Special Forces men were up against about thirty insurgents. It was turning into a nasty firefight.
One of the Special Forces men beside DiNozzo went down to the ground hard. Tony grabbed him and his weapon and went to drag him behind some rocks taking some flak as he did so. He stumbled and fell then got up and finished dragging the fallen soldier behind some rocks.
"They need back up now," hissed Gibbs.
"Those are Seals he's with, Jethro. They'll hold the line until re-enforcements show up. That's what they do," Jenny said.
"They better," he growled.
"Director, we will be losing the satellite feed soon," said one of the techs.
"Keep me posted when you hear from Major Hunt or from Chad or Tony," she stated then marched out of the MTAC as they lost the feed.
"Damn it," growled Gibbs, who turned marched out leaving Ziva behind.
She stood there for a few moments just looking at the screen. Damn you, Tony. I shouldn't be worried about you, but I am.
NCIS
The firefight cost Tony a trip to Karachi where he spent four days in the hospital for bullet to the shoulder and another one to the left side. After being treated and certified fit for duty, he returned to Bahrain where his first duty was to report to MTAC to speak to Director Sheppard.
Wearing a pair of green khaki cargo pants, a safari shirt and combat boots, he strolled through the MCRT bullpen in Bahrain on his way to MTAC.
"Hey, Gil," he said to Special Gil Harris, the lead agent of the MCRT in Bahrain.
"Tony," Gil waved to him from his desk.
"You're looking tanned, handsome," Agent Anne Winchester flirted with him.
"Hey, beautiful," he gave her a thousand watt smile. "Where is your probie?"
"Hilliard is taking a class today in code writing," said Gil.
"Well, I'll see you when I'm done in MTAC," he said then strolled up the eye scanner, bent down, and let it read his retina.
The door to MTAC unlocked he entered to once again see Jenny, but this time she was with Gibbs, Cassie, Ziva, and McGee, Team Gibbs. Isn't there another MCRT I can work with rather than Team Arrogant?
"Director Sheppard," he opened the meeting.
"I glad you out of the hospital, Tony."
"Four days was way too long for my taste," he said.
"I called for this face to face…"
"Because you like my face," he smiled. A few years in war zones hadn't suppressed either his sense of humor or his willingness to flirt.
Cassie Yates laughed softly, while Ziva found herself almost sighing. She liked seeing him clean shaven and with a haircut. He looked like the old Tony not the new troubleshooting one.
"Yes, I like your face but this is about Zahir. The plans were on the laptop, so their plan is dead. We informed both Israel and England about the plan. But there was a contingency plan and that was for Zahir to put a team together and do something. It's up to Zahir what he does. We need him found," she said.
"I'll be heading to Cairo tomorrow to check on some Intel then over to Tel Aviv to talk to my Mossad contact then I might have to head into the Palestinian territories or Beirut to start tracking him. I'll need someone to cover my six," he said.
"Who?"
"Ex-Navy Seal who is currently working as a PMOO right now. His name is Trey Bolan," he said.
"You trust the CIA, really?" Jenny asked him.
"No, but he's only been working for them for only three months. I trust Trey to have my six. If you make him an offer, he'll leave the CIA's employ and join me. We make a good team, Jen," he said.
"I'll talk to Vance. We'll get him for you. Don't leave Cairo without him," she said.
"Sure, I can do some touristy things while I'm there. I've never seen Giza," he smirked.
"Oh, in the US you'll be working with Gibbs and his team. Is that a problem?" Jenny asked him.
"It shouldn't be. The only reason I foresee having to go to the US is if we miss Zahir and I have to track him there. I'm optimistic we'll get him here," he said.
"Gibbs, do have anything to say?" asked Jenny.
"No, Director, you've said just about everything," he answered.
"I have something to say," Cassie spoke up. "Hey, Tony, you must be coming back to DC sometime soon. Don't you owe me dinner?" she said.
"Damn, Cassie, you're right. I'll have to find excuse to visit soon," he said. "You've given me a reason to come back to DC for a visit, maybe even an overnight visit."
"I'm glad," she smiled.
"I'll be in touch with you when you're in Cairo," Jenny said then she turned and addressed Gibbs' team. "The moment he has Intel that says Zahir is in the US you are off rotation and on him until he is either dead or in custody."
"Yes, Director," said Gibbs. He started up the aisle to leave MTAC with his team in tow, except Ziva, who stayed behind to talk to Jenny.
"Yes, Ziva," Jenny said.
"Does he talk about us at all?" she asked her director and her friend.
"No, Ziva, not really. I know he keeps in touch with Ducky and Jimmy, but other than that he seems to want to forget about DC," she said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Ziva, I watched how you and McGee treated him when he took over the lead. You fought him, undercut his authority and all but told him you were better, smarter, and cleverer than him. Yet, your closure rate never fell until he left," she said.
"And Gibbs didn't help when he returned," Ziva sighed. "He treated him like an incompetent stranger not his trusted senior field agent."
"A senior field agent who had saved his life not too long before Gibbs lost his memory. He saved Gibbs and Maddie Tyler and killed those two rogue paramilitary men," Jenny pointed out.
"We treated him wrong. I admit it, Jenny," Ziva said.
"I'm your friend so I'll tell you this, he had feelings for you and you hurt him, especially when you went to Gibbs instead of him when you were accused of murder by the FBI. What you said to him was that you don't trust him or like him, Ziva, and he took that to heart," Jenny said.
"That was not my intention," Ziva said as he looked at the floor.
"Hopefully, it's not too late to repair your friendship," Jenny said.
"I would like that," Ziva said.
Chapter Two
The call to evening prayer sounded and Tony expected Trey Bolan at his hotel room at any moment. He worked with Bolan when he was Seal on two occasions. They hit it off both liking movies and women. Bolan was two inches shorter and three years older than Tony at six foot and was not as handsome, but he had a rugged charm that won many over.
There was a knock on the door to his Cairo Hilton room. He answered it: "Hey, Tony of Arabia, how's it hanging?"
"Trey, I'm glad Vance could buy you away from the CIA," said Tony.
"Yeah, well, I'm not part of this bullshit troubleshooting program. He wants to talk to you, so set up your computer and have a talk with him," said Trey.
"San Diego?"
"Nay, he's in DC now with that hot director," Trey smiled.
Tony went over to the laptop and set it up then called into to DC MTAC. He put on headphones so he could hear and be heard clearly. The technician from DC came on.
"I'll get the Director and the Deputy Director," he said then disappeared.
Within a few minutes Jenny and Vance were standing beside each other and staring at Tony.
"I take it that Bolan is there," said Vance.
"Just showed up," answered Tony.
"We are expanding the troubleshooting program," said Jenny. "You are now Special Agent in Charge, Tony. We have added Bolan, Chad, and," she paused and looked at Vance.
"Agents Mika, Bashir, and Owens. More may be added later. This program has become too successful and important not to expand. Good job, Tony," said Vance.
"Thank you, Leon," he said, a bit overwhelmed by the news.
"Israel has informed us that they believe Zahir is in Beirut," said Jenny. "I want you to head to Tel Aviv for a briefing with Mossad before you head to Tel Aviv."
"We may turn this into a join operation with Mossad, if we get a few assurances. I am working on them now," said Vance.
"I hope one of the assurances is my good health. Last time I dealt with Mossad they were pissed with me," Tony said.
"They don't like to be bested," Vance said.
"Who will I be meeting at Mossad?" he asked.
"Deputy Director David," Jenny said.
"Oh, that's just peachy," sighed Tony.
"You will also meet with a Katsas Liat Tuvia," added Vance.
"I gather we will be meeting with Officer Tuvia before Deputy Director David," said Tony.
"She'll be meeting you right over the border and escort you to Tel Aviv," Vance said. "E-mail you your itinerary."
"How is Cairo?" asked Jenny.
"Tense now that Muslim Brotherhood is a legal political party. We are under constant observation," he said.
"Room bugged?" she asked.
"Not any longer," he smiled.
"Get out of Egypt without being questioned," said Vance.
"Yes, sir," Tony smiled grew. "I'm definitely ready and willing to leave this country behind me."
When I sent him off he was losing his confidence, now he's James Bond, smiled Jenny. SAC DiNozzo, I have to remember to send out an e-mail announcing that. Well done, Tony.
"Contact MTAC once you get to Tel Aviv," said Vance.
"Good luck, Tony," added Jenny.
Tony shut his laptop without exchanging another word then looked at his partner.
"She's hot. I'd bang her," said Bolan about Jenny.
"Keep it in your pants," Tony warned him.
"I'm always horny before a mission, which explains two ex-wives," he smiled.
NCIS
The car that they were able to procure was a 1988 BMW 5 series. It drank gas and the air conditioning didn't work but it got them out of Egypt to the rendezvous with Officer Tuvia. Waiting for them in the heat of the day leaning against a SUV was the attractive Liat Tuvia, dressed in khakis, a Tee and a jean shirt.
"I bet that thing has air conditioning," Bolan said.
"The SUV or the Mossad officer?" I asked him.
"Actually, both," he laughed.
They pulled up in their BMW and stopped. Tony and Trey got out of the car. Both men were hot and sweat, which seem to amuse Officer Tuvia.
"You are?" she asked in her accented English.
"Agents DiNozzo and this is Agent Bolan," Tony introduced them.
"I am Liat Tuvia," she said.
Tony looked at her closely. She was as tall as Ziva, which her breasts were bigger then there was the sandy hair and grey eyes.
"Get in," she ordered.
"Does your air conditioning work?" asked Bolan.
"Always," she smiled.
She drove them to Tel Aviv, where she showed them to apartments Mossad kept for officers and visitors. First, she showed Bolan to his small apartment so that he could shower, eat and get some rest before meeting Deputy Director David. Next, she showed Tony to his room, but unlike with Bolan she entered his room with him.
"Thank you for your help, Officer Liat," he said.
"Call me, Liat. We will be working with each other," she purred.
"I bet," he smiled keeping his back to her so she couldn't read him. "What do you want, Liat?"
"To get to know each other better," she said.
"Really," he turned and grabbed her and kissed her. "I need shower. Care to join me?"
Her answer was to kiss him.
He woke up in the middle of the night with a naked Liat beside him. The bed was fairly comfortable. I wonder how my cameras and bugs this room has. I hope I put on a good enough of a show for them. Jesus, I'm becoming too calculated for my tastes. Now it's my turn to show them I know and I'm in charge. Q
He got out of bed not bothering to put on any clothes and waved at the imaginary cameras. Walking over to the window he pulled aside a curtain to look one a Tel Aviv street at three in the morning. Suddenly, he felt warm arms around his waste.
"Hope I didn't wake you," he said.
"I missed your warmth in bed," she purred then her hand drifted down to Tony's crotch.
Jesus, I wonder if Jenny knows what I do for NCIS. He smiled then moaned as she started to get him erect. I can't let her be the aggressive one here. I have to be in charge, if I'm going to send a message.
He turned and faced her then with his both his hands he brought her face in close and kissed her passionately then he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees and allowed her to give him a fellatio knowing it was being caught on camera. His face was one of pure determination, as Liat worked on him.
NCIS
Eli David followed Amit Hadar in the Mossad's hi-tech situation room. In an hour he was going to meet with the American's over breakfast, or at least breakfast for them since he had been up since five am. Hadar told him it was important that he review DiNozzo's bedroom feed.
Amit played the highlights for him, which including how compliant Liat was for him and DiNozzo's waving at the cameras. Eli smiled. I should offer him a job with Mossad.
"Seduction is not going to work with him," said Amit. "Liat is not acting."
"You know her acting," smirked Eli.
Amit ignored his sarcastic comment.
"He is not trained in seduction and in sexual manipulation," said Amit.
"No, he merely was born with a gift for it, which he perfected over the years by being a so called skirt chaser. To think I believe that man carries a torch for my daughter," he chuckled.
"Should I replace her with another officer?" asked Amit.
"No, let her remain the officer working with the Americans. He was sending a message to us that he won't be manipulated. Let's our message be: no manipulation," Eli said. "I will have to appeal to something other than sex. Maybe he is a true patriot, in which case he'll understand why I want Abdul Zahir so much. He is responsible for Israeli deaths."
Forty-five minutes later Tony and Trey were escorted into a conference room where coffee, bagels and cream cheese, and Danish were waiting or them. Each man made themselves a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese then enjoyed it while waiting for Eli David.
"At least we get breakfast," smiled Trey. "Oh, but you already had a little breakfast on the side, didn't you?"
"Shut up, Trey," Tony warned him. He didn't need a reminder of what he did and why.
Deputy Director David entered the conference room along with Amit Hadar and Liat Tuvia. He motioned Tony and Trey to sit down.
"Finish you food. You can listen with a full mouth as much as an empty one," he said then sat down. "Agent DiNozzo, you worked with my daughter."
"We were partners for awhile," he answered.
"She speaks highly of you," he said
"Really," a smirk crossed his lips, "she speaks highly of Agent Meatball."
Eli David smiled in return. Even his new profile doesn't suit him. He takes risks, hides behind masks, beds women, handle complex and dangerous situations well, but he is still sensitive when it comes to my daughter. Yes, she must have gotten under his skin.
"Abdul Zahir, we want him," said Eli.
"Then you best get hold of him before us," retorted Tony.
"I have proposed a joint op with NCIS. We will share intel we receive from Zahir, but he will be a prisoner of Israel," said Eli.
"You know I must talk to my director," he said.
"Of course, I have a secure link between you and your MTAC in DC waiting for you in our situation room," he said then stood up. "Come with me."
They walked down a white corridor to an elevator, which opened with a key. They entered the elevator and went down through the basement and a subbasement to another level. The elevator opened to an impressive room filled with satellite feeds and more.
"Get me NCIS," ordered Eli in Hebrew.
Soon Jenny appeared on a screen. She greeted Eli: "Eli, good to see you."
"You are beautiful as always, Jenny. Agent DiNozzo and Agent Bolan are here," he said and motioned them forward.
Both Tony and Trey came up beside Eli.
"SAC DiNozzo and Agent Bolan," Jenny said using Tony's abbreviated title so that Eli knew he had been promoted. "The joint operation is approved. Eli will fill you in on the details.
"Yes, Director," Tony said.
"I expect you and Agent Bolan to do us proud," she said.
"Don't I always, Jen," he grinned.
"Behave, Tony," she said then she addressed Eli: "Take care of agents, Eli."
"I shall try, Jennifer," he said then the screen went blank.
Eli turned and looked at Tony and Bolan: "You two belong to me now."