Ch.2
Twelve hours earlier...
"Alright, so we've got a 5'9" medium-build male. Twenty-nine years old, name is Calvin Dimino," McGee began explaining to the group. "Used to be in the marine core. Al-," when suddenly he found his sentence being cut short by Tony, who was suddenly standing next to him in front of the big screen with the terrorist's face plastered to it.
"Used to be? What, did he just-"
"Get booted from the core? Yes," McGee in return cut him off. Glaring at Tony, he continued. "As I was saying, he got demerited by his official when he...started in other things, among losing his temper and destroying marine property continuously and endangered his fellow marines by communicating with foreign enemies. He's an Israeli." McGee noticed Ziva's head perk up at that those last three words.
"What exactly were Dimino and the foreign enemies discussing, McGoo?" Tony asked him warily.
"Well, no one really knows, considering that after he left the core, he disappeared. He's obviously been noticed, now that he's killed a federal officer," McGee replied, disgust showing in his features.
"Well who knows what they could have been discussing...or planning," Ziva added in as she stood up from her desk to join the others in their huddle. Thoughts ran through her mind, not knowing what to think.
Suddenly Gibbs walked in from the elevator, an irritated look on his face. He was practically crushing the foam coffee cup in his hand. "Oh hey boss, we were just discussing-" Tony's sentence was cut off.
"I don't give a damn what you were discussing, Dinozzo. We need to find out more. We need to bring this bastard in!" Tony, Ziva, and McGee just stared at him, unsure of how to respond to that. "Dinozzo, get me a list of every damn foreigner this yahoo communicated with. McGee, find out everything you can about Dimino's whereabouts and what he might be planning. Ziva; follow me."
Tony and McGee both looked at each other, and then to Ziva, who looked equally confused.
"Today, Ziva!" Gibbs shouted, as he was already halfway back in the elevator. Ziva jumped up and ran towards him, just making it in before the doors slammed shut. They rode in silence the whole way up, Ziva lost in her thoughts, when suddenly the doors opened. Ziva was about to ask where they were going, even though she thought she already knew. Her guess was confirmed when they came to a stop. Outside of Director Vance's door. Great, she thought to herself, this should be interesting.
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Both Tony and McGee sat at their desks in silence. MgGee typing away at his computer and occasionally making a phone call or two, Tony just dazed at Ziva's empty desk.
I wonder what they're doing up there, what she's doing up there, Tony thought to himself. Well whatever it is I'm sure it isn't that bad. I mean, it's only Gibbs... his thoughts then trailed off, as he honestly didn't know what to expect for Ziva. He didn't like that feeling.
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Vance held the door open for Gibbs and Ziva, motioning them to sit down. It was obvious he'd been expecting them. "So...," he began. "Miss David, it has come to my attention that this terrorist,if you will, is in fact an Israeli such as yourself." Ziva just nodded. "And you're sure that you do not this man." It sounded more like a statement than a question. She simply nodded again, unsure of where he was going with this. "Well that's interesting, considering I just received a call from a pay phone. He has seven hostages inside a yet-to-be located building, call was to short to make out." Ziva gulped. "And he wouldn't say anything, excluding the one thing he did say. The one name he did say; 'Ziva David' ."
