Title: The serpent's lair

Summery: When a marine base is attacked, and the secrets they were holding stolen, the team are sent to the Congo to investigate, but everything does not go as planed.

Warnings: Violent scenes, Abuse, drugs, and bad language

Disclaimer: Story is mine as are the made up characters but I do not in anyway own NCIS

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I need a beta so if anyone is interested please contact me. This is a rewrite.

Just tell me if there are any mistakes. sorry its a bit short for the first chapter, more to come soon. please review


Chapter one

Agent Timothy McGee sighed as he brushed his collar free of snow, his black jacket now white from the snow that had covered him with a thick fluffy coating. Taking off his gloves, he placed them on the heater, then wrestling his wet coat from his shoulder's, he sat down, leaving it to dry on a hook.

He was surprised to see the bullpen virtually empty, only a few people sitting in front of their computers, their own coats dripping wet behind them, and their gloves on the many heaters scattered round the room.

Glancing out the window as he waited for his computer to load, he watched the large snowflakes fall ever so gracefully onto the windowsill, smiling as the ding of the elevator announced the arrival of his female friend, on time as always.

Turning his head slightly, he tried not to laugh at the sight that greeted him, stifling back a chuckle when a certain Ziva David stepped out into the warm bullpen, her hat, coat, trousers and shoes covered in the white snow that had seemed to have been falling for days.

McGee inclined his head to the side as Ziva made a strange gurgled noise as she wiped her snow covered face followed by a high pitched "Brrrr!"

Stamping her feet free of snow, taking her gloves off and removing her black now white winter hat, she made her way towards her desk and placed them on the hook.

"Morning Ziva." McGee chirped happily, the Israeli turned on her heel, smiling brightly.

"Good morning McGee." She greeted as she took a seat and booted her computer. Rubbing her hands together she whispered something in Hebrew, then shivered. McGee smiled slightly.

"Cold?" he asked with an amused tone, Ziva glared at him.

"I am from the desert McGee, I do not like snow…" McGee smiled again, then glanced back at his computer, opening the mail icon that flashed annoyingly on his screen.

It had only been ten minutes before Special Agent Tony DiNozzo stumbled through the elevator doors, a frown on his face that could kill. Marching towards his desk he threw down his coat and fell into his chair.

"Something wrong Tony?" Ziva asked, amused, Tim smiled too, not wanting to miss his chance to mess with the Very Special Agent .

"Date gone bad," McGee asked. "Find out she was actually a he, couldn't keep you food down, couldn't get it up?" McGee listed, DiNozzo's head shot up, his frown turning into a glare.

"I can get it up just fine Probie."

"Get what up?" Ziva suddenly asked, the two male agents turned to look at her, then Tony looked down slightly. Ziva followed his gaze, realisation crossing her face.

"Ohhh…"

Tony shook his head at his partners confusion, a small smile on his face. He glanced round, then frowned.

"Where's the boss?" he asked with a frown.

"Right here DiNozzo" Gibbs voice answered from behind him, he wore his usual beige suit and neatly ironed white shirt. He carried with him a cup of coffee and headed towards the stairs.

"Ziva, Directors office, now!" he shouted angrily. Ziva stood from her seat and awkwardly made her way upstairs.

"Ziva's in trouble…"DiNozzo sung from his desk, smiling once again. The Israeli glared at him.

xxxx

When Ziva walked through the door of the Directors office, she had to resist the urge to turn and runaway. Gibbs stood behind her, his hand on her back guiding her into the room and making her feel slightly more comfortable, but no less angry. Vance sat behind his desk, a glass half full of a golden brown liquid in his hand, and a man sat opposite him.

"Ziva," he greeted with a nod, standing up and straightening his grey suite. Ziva swallowed down the harsh comment that threatened to roll off her tongue and composed her self, tightening her back and wearing a passive expression.

"Director David." She greeted professionally, she couldn't help the little smirk when his own smile faulted slightly, a deep frown contorting his forehead.

Sensing the tension, Gibbs stepped in-between the father and daughter and started to speak.

"Now that we are all here, we can start"

"Start what?" Ziva asked, her and her father still glaring at each other from across the room.

"The navel base situated in the Republic of Congo was attacked thee days ago, as you know from your Mossad days. The base consisted of more then one hundred US Marines and forty Israel soldiers and Mossad officers. There were only twenty survivors. Eighteen of them being American. Files were stolen, important files, on both Mossed and NCIS" Vance finished. Ziva turned her gaze towards the American director, her eyes softening.

"And you are telling me this because…" she asked.

"We believe the bomber may have been connected to the 9/11 bombings, and a bombing in Israel ten years ago" Director Vance paused and glanced down at the floor. "The one that killed your sister Ziva"

Ziva's jaw twitched in anger.

"Now your father tells me that you have had experience with the particular cell, that was connected to the bombings. That you...lets just say, 'took care of them" Vance said.

"Yes"

"Well looks like their back in business, and there planning something"

"How do you know its the same cell?" Ziva asked.

"Mossad captured one of the attackers and 'convinced' him to tell them everything we needed to know."

"You mean they tortured him" Ziva turned to her father, saying the words with such a emotionless tone it made Gibbs shiver slightly.

"Don't act so innocent Ziva" her father shot back,

The two David's glared at each other, than Ziva turned to Director Vance.

"What can I do?"

"You will be leading a team of Mossad agents and-"

"I am no longer Mossad Director!" Her father looked up angrily at her tone of voice "Or did you forget?"

"You will always be Mossad Ziva!" Eli clenched his jaw "but you will not be going in as Mossad…"

Eli lifted a suit case from the side of the chair, then lay it on the table, lifting the lid. Inside lay a olive green uniform and a pair of dog tags.

You will be going in as Sgan'aluf David." Gibbs said with a smile. "DiNozzo, and I will be right beside you."

Ziva glanced back down, her eyes fixed on the uniform she had not worn for over ten years. She sighed and glanced up.

"When do we leave"


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Sgan'aluf - Lieutenant Colonel of the Israeli army

Now a few things to clear up, I know it might be hard to think of Ziva as a colonel, since she is pretty young still and she would have been even younger when she would have been the colonel, but there was no way I could have written this story if she was lower ranking.

Also if anyone knows the name of the hats the IDF wear? (Not the ones that look like flattened chef hats but the one they where for occasions, you will be very helpful) I hope you continue to read as this will get a lot more exiting. Thanks guys. Next update will be soon.