Story: Bug On The Wall (2/?)
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. Will she compromise his mission?
A/N: First I need to clear something up. I know that Mossad would not intentionally attack an American base of any kind, that is why I did not directly say that they did it, it ties in with the story. And secondly, Tony's 'name' also ties into the story, which you will find out later on.
A/N 2: Anyways here's Ziva ! Anyways, this chp is more of a filler and has some flashbacks to help you understand this fic a bit more, but I wont be revealing what information Tony is searching for just yet. To build anticipation and all lol. Oh, and in the next one Tony and Ziva will meet :) Hope u guys like this one ! Please review ! I'm also open to suggestions if you guys have any :)
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Tony closed the folder after reading it for about the twelfth time in the past ten hours. He had memorised everything in that folder, from the mission and his partner to his real Italian name, Antonio Esposito. This was his first undercover op, and he was understandably nervous. His heart beat increased slightly as the plane took off into the early morning sky.
"No turning back now," he said to no one in particular.
He closed his eyes and leant his head back, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. It would not be useful if he started this mission as he felt right now. The plus side is that he had approximately twelve hours and about four different movies to relax.
Trying to avert his thoughts, he thought of the night before, when he had to tell the team that he would be gone for a while. Everyone had the reactions that Tony had predicted, except for Gibbs.
"When are you coming back?" Abby said, voice laced with emotion.
Tony winced, "I don't know, Abs. But don't worry, I'll be back, I promise."
He knew that he was not in the position to make such a promise, but he could not stand to break the Goth's heart. She pouted and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm gonna miss you so much, Tony," she said, giving him a bone breaking hug in the process.
"I'll miss you, too, Abby," Tony struggled to let out, "Abs, can't breathe."
She reluctantly let go of Tony and stepped back, "Are you going to tell us where you're going?"
He shook his head, "Can't, sorry."
Turning to Kate Tony smiled, "I know you're gonna miss me Katie."
Kate rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Don't get killed, DiNozzo."
"I'll try to come back in one piece."
He then turned to Gibbs, "Boss, I-"
"Good luck, DiNozzo," he simply stated.
Tony nodded, "Thanks, boss."
Putting his bag on his back he exited the bull pen, smiling at Abby who was waving goodbye to him. He waved back as the elevator doors closed. Sighing, he placed his hands in his pockets, where he felt a small piece of paper.
Curious, he pulled it out and unfolded it. Recognising the handwriting, he read the instructions his boss left for him, wondering how in the world he knew and how he had managed to sneak it into his pants pocket. It's Gibbs, he thought to himself, he knows everything.
He smiled and opened his eyes, knowing that he will miss his teammates, but also knowing that this mission was of dire importance. He wondered how hard the missions were, how much it would change him. How long it would take him to find out the information he needed.
He pushed the seat back slightly and got comfortable as the movie started. As Quantom of Solace began to play a lazy smile etched itself onto his face. Maybe there was hope after all.
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Taking a sip out of his coffee cup, Gibbs waited for his agents to return from Abby's lab, hopefully with something they could use. They were stuck with a cold case and it was going nowhere as it did many years ago. He could not help but think that DiNozzo's different way of analysing could have come in handy with this case, but he brushed it aside because pondering on what cannot be changed serves no purpose.
The agent that had come to take his place, McGee, seemed to be capable enough. Despite his rather clumsy tendencies, and lack of knowledge about investigating crime scenes, he was a quick learner, and his computer skills were definitely handy.
His gaze floated over to Tony's desk, and his thoughts were soon occupied by him as well. Tony was a good agent, that much he knew, but the idea of him going on such an important undercover op seemed a little hinky to him, to use Abby's word.
Gibbs, ignoring the voice of the director's assistant, bounded into the director's office, demanding an explanation for why his agent was chosen for an undercover op.
"He was the best choice, agent Gibbs."
"Where did you send him?"
He folded his arms, "That is classified information."
"The hell it is! I want to know where you sent my agent!"
"I am under the direct orders of SecNav not to tell anyone of his whereabouts, agent Gibbs."
Glaring at the director, Gibbs wondered to himself why in the world the Secretary of the Navy would choose Tony to go undercover. He is a capable agent, but he is not emotionally ready for any kind of undercover mission, especially one considered by SecNav.
"Agent DiNozzo is long gone, Gibbs, what's done is done. He is more than capable of-"
Gibbs scoffed, "He is a good agent, but he does not have enough experience and you know that!"
"Au contraire, his skills are what made him all the more perfect for the job."
Gibbs looked away, running his hand over his mouth. "You better be right about this," he said without turning.
"I am," he replied confidently.
Gibbs stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him, hoping that the director hadn't just made a grave mistake.
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Every set of eyes followed the brunette as she made her way through the room, almost with a sense of arrogance. She was medium height with a slender body that most women would kill for. However, she did not have the appearance of who she actually was. Especially now, dressed in a floor length, deep green dress with a low v-neck and an even lower back, she gave the appearance of a spoiled heiress. Her silver heels made it seem impossible for her to do anything but walk…barely. Her hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, making her look as elegant as possible.
However, anyone who knew Ziva David knew that she was aching to get out of that dress, and those shoes, finding them as impractical as humanly possible. Anyone who knew her knew that she was one of the best Mossad had to offer, in spite of her young age. At a mere 21 years of age, Ziva could render any man harmless, using any item that she could put her hands on. Paperclips, credit cards, anything she could pick up she could use as a weapon to take lives. Anyone who knew her feared for their lives, for no one stood a chance against such an amazing fighter. For all those who did not know her, they did not last too long in her company, especially if they were her target.
This evening, she had just returned from an op in one of Israel's most prestigious clubs. It was easy for her to get in, being the director's daughter and all, but this had meant she was entitled to dress up. A feat in itself for her. She had followed this man across the coast until he had changed course and stopped in Tel Aviv. A convenience for her, seeing that she had to report back to her father immediately and his office was not too far from the club. This is why she had shown up at Mossad headquarters in a dress that made her appear to be the complete opposite of who she actually was. She wanted to report to her father as soon as possible, to get out of that wretched dress as fast as she could.
She walked into Director David's office, still as perfectly coiffed as when she had left. Eli David looked up from the papers on his desk and met the deep brown eyes of his daughter.
"Ziva."
"Director," she replied, "the mission was a success, the body is being disposed of as we speak."
"Well done," he replied, sifting through the papers on his desk once again, momentarily ignoring his daughter's presence.
"May I leave now?"
He raised a hand, stopping her in her tracks, "Not yet, I have a favour to ask of you."
Ziva nodded and stood in place, awaiting further instructions, as a loyal officer would. Despite her slightly aching limbs and her desire to take a long bath, she stood rooted to the spot until the director finally spoke.
"You are to pick up one of our new recruits in two and a half hours," he said, removing his glasses from his face.
"Me?" she asked, a little surprised by what she had been asked to do.
Eli nodded and stood slowly, making his way around the desk to lean on the front, facing his daughter. "You are to pick him up and mentor him. He has already had the training, and is quite the officer, he was taken hostage. He escaped two days ago and is due to arrive tonight. You are to take him with you on the next operations that I send you on, to evaluate his capabilities."
She felt slightly threatened, but brushed it off, realising that there was no valid reason for such a feeling. Nodding reluctantly, she moved to exit before he called her back.
"A kiss for your father?"
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she walked over and quickly pressed her lips to her father's cheek exiting as fast as she possibly could. She had two hours to take the bath she oh so desired, before she sped over to the airport to pick up the new officer. She let out a breath as she hopped into her Jeep and drove off faster than she anticipated.
