Ziva and Zevida were calm, composed and expressionless when they reached headquarters.
"Zevida and I are going to the ladies bathroom," Ziva said, and the two walked briskly to the other direction. Tony sat down and began to swing on his chair, tapping his pen. After a moment, Ziva and Zevida returned again.
Gibbs motioned to Zevida, "Come with me. I need to talk. We're going to the director's office."
"Be kind on her, Gibbs," Ziva called after the retreating figures of Gibbs and Zevida. She then sat down on her chair, sighing. Tony smiled.
"Oooh, Zee-vah. That was quite an emotional display back then. Who was this Ishmael?"Tony asked, trying to make his voice sound teasing but Ziva noticed the slight twinge of jealousy. She leaned back on her chair and smiled.
"Jealous, Tony? That I have a waay better love life than you do? Aww, don't be," Ziva replied, then chuckled at Tony's changing face, "Fine then. Ishmael was just an…old friend. We swore to protect each other for our whole lives, and what is so ironic is that I...not anyone else but I, shot him. I….I can't believe it, but I s'pose everyone has to die sometime." Ziva's calm Mossad exterior was starting to crumble at the mention of Ishmael. Tony got out of his chair, and swaggered off to Ziva, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"What?" Ziva whirled around, knocking Tony off balance.
"No…need to do that," he puffed, clearly shocked. Then he smiled his supposedly "charming", and "dazzling" smile.
"Would you like to come to dinner with me tonight, Zee-vah?" he proffered his arms towards Ziva, expecting her to take it. Ziva pushed it away, her cheeks slightly tinged with pink. This emotional extravaganza today is not doing me good, she thought, thinking about Tony.
"No, not tonight Tony, I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood for it,"she declined gracefully.
"You never go with me to anything, except you always go with….others when they ask you," Tony shot back, looking hurt. He opened his mouth, about to speak, when Gibbs appeared behind him and smacked him on the head.
"Ouch Boss! Couldn't you go easy on that?"smack, "I see not." Tony was rubbing his head.
"Rule number 12, Dinozzo," Gibbs hissed, turning Tony slightly crimson. Ziva stifled a chuckle.
"Ziva, come with me. We need to talk to Director David. Now," Ziva stood up and followed Gibbs up the stairs, winking at an embarrassed Tony.
"Zevida, are you alright?" Ziva asked, watching Zevida sitting on the chair in front of Jenny, "Director." She inclined her head towards Jenny.
"Ziva, please sit down," Jenny motioned towards a chair, "We've been contacting Director David, your father. I think it is time to have a…..little chat with your father. Gibbs, I think you should leave. I don't think that Director David is in the right… frame of mind to see you." Gibbs nodded, looked at Jenny, then closed the door behind them.
Zevida spoke up, "Are you sure Ziva should see him now?"
Jenny nodded, "Yes. Now, or never. You also need to talk to him, Zevida." Zevida stiffened at the thought of that. Jenny turned the screen on. The Director was sitting calm and composed in his chair behind the large desk.
"Shalom, Director Shepard, how may I help you today?" he greeted pleasantly. Ziva brushed the hair from her face nervously, dreading to see her father.
"I have one of your agents here, Zevida David. I think you need to talk to her to clarify what is going on," Jenny replied, as Zevida came forward. The Director's face hardened at the sight of Zevida.
"Director," Zevida shrank slightly at the gaze he gave her.
"Where is Ishmael?" he asked her sharply.
"Z…..Ziva k...kiled him," she stuttered in reply.
"Ziva! Where is she? I will hunt her down!" he asked, his voice rising sharply. Ziva walked forward.
"Aba," she greeted him.
"Ziva! How are you?" he asked smiling pleasantly then suddenly he growled, "And why did you kill Ishmael?"
"I didn't know it was him, honestly! I thought he was the enemy!" she replied, "Why is Zevida on a suicide mission when she is only fourteen?" she enquired curiously in Hebrew. The Director stiffened and replied in Hebrew, "We do not have enough…people. Zevida is good."
"Aba, Zevida is your niece! Why do you not care about her! She can't finish it!"
"Zevida will not come back unless she has finished her mission. I heard it overlaps with NCIS, so you can help her. By the way, my daughter Ziva died in America. She must not contact me again. Farewell Zevida, and Ziva." he answered in Hebrew, then in English he said to Jen, "Bye, Director Shepard. Good Luck on the case." Jenny muttered a farewell, and turned the screen off. Turning to Zevida, she asked, "What is your mission, Zevida?"
"A Mossad officer died in America last week. I need to find out who killed him, and send the murder back," she replied.
"We will help you," Jenny patted Zevida on the back, and then ushered them out of the office.
