"He blamed you for the fight? Seriously? Why didn't you tell him the truth?!" Tony interrupted, earning himself a few annoyed glances from the German couple across the aisle that had jolted awake at his shout.

"Tony, keep it down, please! For all he knew I had been the one to start the fight, because he could not see any damage on me, so he figured that I must have used the element of surprise."

"Right, sorry, uh... entsuldigun…was that the correct word, Ziva?"

"Er meint Entschuldigung, wir wollten Sie nicht aufwecken." Ziva apologised for Tony in German, smiling at the couple who nodded and got comfortable again.

After getting a lecture of the headmaster, they were all suspended for the rest of the day. Ziva went to her locker and got her things. This was bad. The headmaster would definitely call her father. He wouldn't reach him at home so he would interrupt him at work, which was even worse. Trying not to imagine what kind of punishment would be waiting for her, Ziva took her time to use the bathroom and then exited the school. Break was over and everyone was back in their classes, so the entrance hall and the yard were deserted. Ziva walked quickly, it was better to face her father and get it over with. Rounding a corner, she noticed a dark van, following her slowly. Uh oh… if her father sent agents to pick her up, he must have been in some serious meeting which he would not interrupt again. Judging by their very unobvious way to follow her, he had probably sent some stupid rookies. It could not have been more evident that they were not looking for a parking spot. The way they drove with a speed that was a bit slower than her pace… At least she could have fun with them, Ziva thought, and jumped over a garden fence. She ran through someone's backyard and heard the tires squeal behind her. They had definitely not expected that! She ducked under a hole in another fence and hid behind a bush. Seconds later the car spun around the next corner, coming to a stop in the middle of the street. They had no idea where she was. Ziva smiled to herself and crept from behind the bushes carefully avoiding to be seen by the agents in the car. She crept around the back and then swiftly slid into the back seat, startling the agents which jumped, spun around and pointed their weapons at her. "You were supposed to pick me up?" She asked, ignoring the angry looks, the two flashed her before they composed themselves and holstered their weapons. They definitely had a lot more to learn!

"Yes, Officer David. We have instructions to take you to Mossad headquarters and make sure you stay there until Director David finds the time to deal with you.", the agent in the passenger seat replied while the driver reversed the car and sped in the direction of Tel Aviv's highway. Ziva chuckled at him and how he had stressed the part where they would make her stay. As if they stood a chance…

When the car pulled into the underground parking lot of Mossad HQ, Ziva jumped out of the car, mentally sighed and put on her blank face. No feelings visible. They rode the elevator up to the level of her father's office but the secretary informed them that Director David was still in a meeting and wished to be not disturbed. So Ziva sat down on the dark leather couch in the waiting area while the agents positioned themselves on either side of the door. When after half an hour still nothing had changed, Ziva grew impatient. How long did this meeting take? She wanted to get it over with now!

After an hour she decided to get herself something to drink from the break-room two floors down. But when she got up and approached the door, one of the agents stepped into her way.

"Let me through." Ziva demanded, stepping in the man's personal space to intimidate him. She could see that she had succeeded with that when he gulped. He had obviously heard some stories about her…

"I have orders to make you stay here, Officer David." He said in a tone that was rather apologetic than convincing.

"I am thirsty, I was just getting myself something to drink from the break-room. Now let me pass, Officer." When Ziva placed one hand on the doorknob, the agent grabbed her wrist, while the other looked at both of them in alert.

"I would recommend you take your hand away immediately." Ziva spit, now furious. "I am not taking orders from you! You take your hand away now and let me pass, or I will make you regret it!"

Just as the officer was about to answer, the door of the office opened and Eli David and another man came out.

"You will receive all the details, yes. I will keep you in the loo- Officer David! How often have I told you not to attack my agents! Goodbye, Officer Hadar" He said to the man and opened the door of the waiting area for him, causing the agent still holding Ziva's wrist to jump aside and let go.

"You two may go now. Thank you. Officer David, into my office. Now!"

Ziva walked into her father's office and stopped in front of the desk, like she was supposed to as an Officer. If an outsider would be watching, he would not be able to tell the difference between the treatment the Director of Mossad gave his agents and the one he gave his daughter, his perfect little soldier.

But as soon as Eli had closed the door behind him, his expression changed. He was no longer the composed Director, he was now the very angry and disappointed father.

"I take it you know that I have just received a very angry call from your headmaster, informing me that you have started a fight and broke a boy's arm?" He said calmly. Dangerously calm, like the silence before a storm.