We Are What We Are
By: Isabel G.
Tony Dinozzo is a man of style. Standing by the bar in the far right side of the elegantly decorated room, he ordered a scotch on the rocks because getting a Martini shaken not stirred would be a giveaway. Having been raised in a wealthy family taught him about the finest things in life. So naturally, fitting in or at least pretending to be one of these prominent people, who paid almost his month's worth of salary for a plate in this dinner charity gala only to only give away a more ridiculous amount of money for their choice of charity is a piece of cake. Tony, however, had a different reason for being there. He was working undercover as one of these upper class attendees. He was more than glad to accept the assignment because it gave him reason to use his highly expensive designer tuxedo, which he deems an essential for any man, especially for his profession, because it added to the James Bond feel. But there was another reason why he was looking forward to this assignment, because for every James Bond that there is is an ultra hot and kick – ass Bond Girl.
His feels his pride swell at the idea that he beat his idol at something, his Bond Girl is the real thing. No fake martial arts abilities, gun handling skills or super ninja skills that speaks almost ten sexy languages, his partner is the epitome of all Bond Girls, alive in the flesh and so much more. Oh so much more...
There standing in the entrance of the room is his partner, aka the real Bond Girl aka Ziva David. She looked and owned the part of a confident, successful and rich woman. Her strapless black dress that showed a glimpse of her innocent décolletage just hugged her figure in all the right places and that slit that ended in her middle thigh, no harm was done yet for it just showed her perfectly toned right leg and left everything to the imagination, especially Tony.
"I wonder where she hid her knife." Tony quietly said to himself. As if she heard his recent monologue, she turned to his direction flashing that confident smile and even more confident walk towards him.
"Are you sure that it is my knife that you are hoping to find Tony?" A teasing reply from Ziva as she walks towards her partner while getting unsolicited stares from both admiring and jealous eyes of guests.
"Ha! Of course Ziva, unless... you have a different weapon in mind tucked there somewhere."
"Oh you will be surprised Tony."
By this time, Ziva is now in front of Tony, and both took a moment to inspect each other's attire for the evening, both having smiles of approval from each partner.
"Not bad DiNozzo, however, I am surprised that with that outfit of yours your drink is not, what was that?... Shaken not stirred?" oh how she loved to taunt him.
"I'm glad you approve and that my efforts on educating you with the classics are finally paying off. Ziva, I give you an A- for that spot on comment." replied Tony, saying spot on with a British accent.
"Ziva David?" asked by a voice of an elderly man.
Both partners turned their heads towards Ziva's back and saw fairly tall man around the age or sixty or sixty five, his features and slight tan gives the idea that he's been or lives somewhere in the Mediterranean region.
"Uncle Ibrahim! How long has it been?"
Ziva went to place a kiss on both sides of his cheeks while the elderly still continues to hold her in both of her shoulders, while having a genuine smile on his still handsome face. Tony is utterly curious as to how these two people know each other and the degree of their closeness. It was obvious that Ziva has known him maybe from Israel, since it is rare for her to share about her personal life, this really spiked up Tony's curiosity.
"A couple of years in fact, so how is that father of yours? Still trying to eliminate all of Israel's enemies?" A firm but playful question posed by the old man. Ziva is obviously caught off guard by his question.
"He is fine, I guess. I have not been in contact with Mossad for more than a year now." Ziva honestly answered his question. Her partner is still looking at her intently trying to analyze the relationship between the two. He is most intrigued with her trust on such matter at this particular night considering they were supposed to be not federal agents but ordinary guests doing surveillance.
"Are you secretly doing business with your mother, but she would have mentioned it if.." He was cut off by Ziva.
"I resigned from Mossad and Eli. I am a federal agent now, with NCIS in fact. And we are actually working." said Ziva with a wink.
"Are you serious? Ha! That is a grave offense on your father's book. But if I may say so, maybe it was a good choice to leave while you're still young. So, who is this young man? Don't tell me he's the reason why you left." Tony can't help but have a meaningful smile on his face because in some way he is connected to the reason as to why Ziva is no longer with Mossad or in contact with her father. And he can't deny that there is this small part that is curious whether ZIva did have him on her mind when she decided she wanted to be with NCIS permanently.
"This is Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo, my partner in NCIS." She said it in a hush tone just in order not to blow their real purpose of being in the event. "Tony, this is Mr. Ibrahim Celik a friend of the family."
"Very pleased to meet you Sir, although your last name sounds so familiar and I just can't seem to remember from where."
"Well, this I can tell you, that Celik will definitely get that bid in Dubai, despite what the news says. Speaking of family, Ziva, your mother is late as usual. She and I are in the same table and so should you too." Ibrahim was now busy looking around trying to locate his table, Ziva, however was frozen in her spot.
The mention of her mother is as a touchy subject as her father but for different reasons. The last time she talked to her mother was before she left Israel just a few days she left for the Damocles. Their last conversation did not end on a good note, her mother made an ultimatum that if she decided to go through with her mission she should not try and contact her again. Her mother did not hate Mossad, she hated the ways of Mossad. After all it did cost her a daughter and she just can't take any more of that. Ziva wonders what her mother knows about her and her new life, did she know what happened? Did her father tell her? While she was there frozen and having a thousand questions Tony, however was still trying to remember where he heard his name and a slight mention of his partners mother, although the latter part hasn't really registered just yet.
"She is in D.C? My mother is attending this party?" In her 5 years in NCIS she learned that there's no such thing as coincidences. And her gut couldn't be any more uncomfortable than it is now.
"Steal! I saw it on the news the other day, Celik Industries is doing a bidding for a project in Dubai! HA! ...wait Ziva, did he just say mother? You have a mother?" asked Tony with all curiosity and excitement.
"Yes Tony, I have a mother." Still standing still in the same spot but she's facing Tony now. Then a familiar accented voice spoke.
" Ziva?"