Story: Fly On The Wall (1/?)
Author: Rosalie Duquesne
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Rating: T (PG-13)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or its characters, nor do I have any knowledge of the activities of Mossad. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes and not for monetary gain of any kind.
Summary: Slightly AU. Set in mid season 1. Tony goes undercover in Tel Aviv by the orders of the director of NCIS, and, by extension, SecNav. While infiltrating Mossad he meets Ziva David, the daughter of the director of Mossad and is appointed to work with her. Eventual Tiva.
A/N: Heyy my fellow Tiva fans ! I've had this idea for a while now and the words just decided to flow today. I've already written about 8 other chps, so they should be up at regular intervals, most probably like twice a week. I'm kinda nervous about this idea, never did an AU fic before :/ and I hope that it's taken seriously, because I have a long ride intended for this story. The rest of the chps will be longer. Please review and tell me if you think I should continue ! Hope you guys really like it ! :)
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Bobbing his head to a muted beat, Anthony DiNozzo strode off the elevator into the squad room, greeting his partner as he reached his desk.
"What's got you so happy, DiNozzo?" his partner, Kate Todd, asked, her eyes not wavering from the computer screen.
"Had a great night, Kate. Can't I be happy about that?"
Looking up at him, Kate rolled her eyes at the grin plastered on his face. Shaking her head she replied, "Once I don't have to hear about your latest hook up, I'm good."
"Why are you so sure I-"
She cut him off with a look that answered his unfinished question.
"Fine, but why wouldn't you want to hear about it? I mean, it was-"
"What was DiNozzo?"
Tony turned his head to see his boss entering the pen, coffee cup in hand. Tony gulped, possible answers rushing through his mind, waiting to be said. Gibbs looked up at Tony as he sat down, his eyes almost demanding an answer.
"Movie, boss. Watched a Bond marathon last night, got me pretty riled up, guess it hasn't worn off yet."
Gibbs smirked, secretly loving how easy it was to mess with his agents. Kate smiled at Tony, receiving a scowl in return. Tony plopped himself down on his chair and leaned back to put his feet up on the desk. He pulled out his phone and started a game of Blockbreaker as he awaited further instructions. However, he did not get far in the game as Gibbs received a phone call.
"Gear up, dead marine in West Virginia."
As Tony entered the elevator once again, he received a sharp tap to the back of his head.
"What was that for, boss?"
"Quit bragging about sex in the office."
Kate's smirk in the back of the elevator went unnoticed by the two men as they began their day on what seemed to be a good note.
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"Damnit."
Hitting his hand on the wooden desk in front of him, director Morrow of NCIS cursed once again. The situation was a lot worse than he had anticipated. The station he had set up in Israel had been blown to bits, presumably by Mossad. The station had been placed to, for lack of a better word or phrase, keep an eye on the Mossad operatives at their main base. He ran his hands down his face and wondered how in the world he could tell SecNav about what had transpired.
He groaned, realising that he had no choice, and that he needed a consult to figure out what to do next. Taking in a deep breath, he made his way into MTAC and ordered a call to be made to SecNav, stating its extreme urgence.
He straightened his suit and awaited the many accusations about to be made, that he deserved. He should have paid more attention to the operation, and now that they have been made there was a slim chance that they would be able to succeed or even continue the mission. As a familiar face appeared on screen, the director held his breath, hoping that all would go better than he hoped.
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"Got it boss."
Kate looked up at her partner, "What did Gibbs want?"
"Platoon leader confessed, didn't want Young to blow the cover on his little drug business."
Kate smiled once again, "Guess your theory was wrong after all."
"Eh, doesn't always map out."
Kate raised an eyebrow and was about to retort until Gibbs strode into the bullpen, "DiNozzo, director wants to see you."
Tony's eyebrows furrowed, "What for?"
"Why don't ya go and find out, DiNozzo?" Gibbs replied sharply.
Tony winced slightly, "Got it, boss."
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As he hung up, or rather got hung up on, the director made it known that he wanted to speak with Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo immediately. He returned to his office and poured himself a glass of scotch. The hour seemed impervious to him, as he just got verbally accosted by the Secretary of the Navy.
He took a sip of the golden liquid, hissing at the sharp, robust taste as he placed it on the table. He held on to the edge of the table as if to hold himself up as he gathered his thoughts. What he was about to do was extremely risky, but, as pointed out by SecNav, he had no choice.
He heard the door open and close behind him. Time to get this show on the road, he thought.
"Mr. DiNozzo."
"Yes, sir."
"I have a mission for you."
Tony's eyebrows shot up, "For me, sir?"
The director nodded and turned around to face the agent, "An undercover op that requires you to infiltrate an organisation in Israel."
"Undercover? Look, as cool as that sounds, are you sure you don't want a more experienced-"
"No," he replied sharply, cutting Tony off, "This was requested specifically by the Secretary of the Navy. You are to go to Tel Aviv and report for duty as a new officer of Mossad."
"Mossad? Isn't that a terrorist organisation or something?"
The director sighed, "Not exactly. You will read up on the institution, everything you need is in the folder on my desk."
Tony's eyes averted to the cream folder on the wooden desk. He looked back at the director, a bit of uncertainty in his eyes, "But, won't they know that I'm not Israeli? I mean, I don't exactly look-"
"Your name is Tom Dagan. You became a member of Mossad by age nineteen and continued to do missions until you were twenty-four, when you had a mission in D.C. You got injured during one of the missions got captured by NCIS. You escaped last night and are in hiding until tomorrow when you get on a commercial flight to Tel Aviv."
Tony nodded, "How can I explain me not being able to speak Hebrew? And where is the real Tom Dagan?"
"You are not Israeli, you had just moved there when you turned eighteen from Italy. You speak Italian with only small knowledge of Hebrew."
Tony took in a deep breath, "What about Dagan?"
"There is no Dagan, I have enough agents within Mossad to create a profile."
"Well don't you have an answer for everything," Tony said dryly.
The director smiled slightly, "Your plane leaves tomorrow at eleven hundred hours, be there on time."
Tony nodded one last time and took the folder off the desk, turning to make his exit. As he opened the door, the director spoke up, causing him to turn around.
"Agent DiNozzo," he said, "good luck, and don't screw this up."
Tony chuckled on his way out, muttering under his breath, "No pressure."
Morrow watched the young agent exit the room, folder in hand, and took another sip of his scotch. He narrowed his eyes, hoping that the right decision was made, for even the slightest mistake can compromise DiNozzo's position and cause not only his untimely demise but can also provide a reason for the growing distrust between the two agencies.
"I really ought to retire," he said to no one in particular.