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"You do not know?" Ziva asked in English.
'Know what?' Tony wondered. Once again the young woman spoke in the other language, which Tony had placed as Hebrew. "Where is Ari? Where is my husband?"
Only one word stood out to Tony in the other woman's words, Ari.
"Are you talking about Ari?" Tony asked, wanting to draw attention back to himself. The woman's sharp eyes tracked the speaker of the words. There was one other reason that Tony had spoken, and it was to take the attention off Ziva who currently had as much colour in her face as the young woman.
"You know Ari?" The other woman spoke with confidence, 'her grasp on the English language is much better than Ziva's,' Tony thought.
"Yes, middle height guy, with a dark skin colouring who killed my partner, how could I forget?" Tony said, sarcasm lacing his voice. The other woman crossed the floor with natural grace that he'd only seen present in Ziva before now.
"I don't care what he did; I only want to see him." The woman's eyes were ice, and her glare scared him more than Ziva's and Gibbs's combined, which he didn't think possible.
"Now stop being such a smart arse and tell me where the hell Ari is." She shot another pleading look at Ziva when no one answered. It was then that Gibbs made is presence known. Everyone had gone silent and jumped at the sound of his voice as he moved out of the shadows. Except for the woman who he suspected had seen him there as soon as he arrived.
"I killed him." Gibbs informed her in a monotone voice. Something broke in the woman as she looked back at Ziva for conformation. When Ziva refused to meet her eyes, she snapped. She threw the nearest thing, Gibbs's coffee, at the screen that adorned the end of the bullpen. Gibbs watched in horror as the woman started to come apart, 'what was it with women with red hair?' he wondered, 'that made them so difficult.'
"Why does everyone have to die?" She questioned everyone and yet no one in particular. "It isn't fair!" She screamed and let out a long hoarse yell that stopped everyone in the building. She threw a punch at a near by filing cabinet, denting it and drawing blood to her knuckles. She stopped and rested her head against the cabinet softly, her body trembling slightly. Ziva tentatively walked over to the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ziva why did he die?" hurt was evident in her voice.
Ziva felt her throat swell up. "He went bad Lucy," Ziva said, finally identifying the girl. "He killed a NCIS agent, he went rogue." Ziva informed the woman, as much as it hurt her.
"I should have known, shouldn't I Zivaleh?" Tony was taken back at the familiarity between the two of them. Ziva instantly tensed at the sound of her pet name from Ari, she had never thought to hear it again.
"I did not know Lucy, I refused to believe it, I became his control officer so that I could prove his innocence." Lucy went on as if she hadn't heard Ziva's explanation.
"When I got out I went everywhere searching for him. Paris, London, Moscow, even Tel Aviv, everywhere that we agreed, I refused to believe that he'd forgotten me after…" Lucy turned to face Ziva. "He got me out of… you know that," Lucy trailed off halfway through, remembering her audience. Lucy cleared her throat, "Did he leave anything for me?" Lucy asked hopefully.
Ziva nodded. "A note and a house which was sold, I have the money and letter."
"Right," Lucy answered and seemed to pull herself together. It was then that Gibbs cleared his throat.
"And who are you?" He asked the question that everyone wanted to know.
Vance then spoke up out of the blue, "Lucy A. Walters." The woman's eyes snapped up to Vance's face.
"Oh would you look who it is, the tooth-prick," irritation lacing Lucy's voice.
"Please Lucy," Ziva sighed.
"No Ziva, it's always good to see the people who betrayed you, I promise that I won't kill him." Vance was becoming more and more agitated, she had just insulted him in front of everyone with no regard for his status.
"Ms. Walters," Vance started stiffly.
"Oh please, you should know who I am. You are best buddies with my lovely father in law after all."
"Have you seen him since…" Ziva broke in sharply, trailing off.
"No," Lucy answered just as sharply, "I didn't think that I could restrain myself from killing him and that wouldn't have really helped relations between the two countries, but where was I?" Lucy questioned, "Oh yes that's right, who I am, I will go back to that now," any of the emotions that she had shown earlier were gone, in replace for a cool, calm, confident exterior. "For now, until..." Lucy's lips went white with the effort of not letting them quiver. "You may refer to me as Mrs. Haswari."
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