"I don't know, maybe that was all he was doing. She didn't feel anything other than shock until Vance took him into his office. Then she said she needed to sit down. My first thought was that he did something to her."
"A micro-injection perhaps? Do you think he would really try to kill his daughter?"
"Kill her? Not really sure. Create a diversion? Make her vulnerable? Absolutely.
Look, Duck. All I care about right now is that Ziva is ok, and we find out why she went down. If Eli David had anything to do with, it will be up to Director Vance to save his sorry ass."
Usual Disclaimer, which I often forget to do: I do not own CBS, NCIS or its Characters.
Deceit
Chapter Two: "Questions and (Dubious) Answers"
The elevator dinged and running sounds let them know that Abby and Jimmy had arrived. "Oh, my God, oh my God, Ziva. Are you ok? Of'course you're not ok. I'm just going to prick your finger for a teensy bit of blood, is that alright?"
Ziva's eyes were closed. "Ziva? Ducky!" Ducky moved to her side. "She is unconscious. Jimmy, the IV, now!" Jimmy deftly found a vein, and inserted the needle. He then attached the bag of Normal Saline and held it up.
Tony was panicking. He had been holding her legs up for a while now, and was starting to get fatigued. He knew he needed to keep it up, for Ziva, but he was afraid he was going to pass out if he had to do this for much longer.
"I got her, Tony." Gibbs said quietly, taking over for him. Tony fell back onto the floor, and then quickly crawled to Ziva's side. Well, as close as he could get without getting in the way.
"Glucose is 55. Not critically low, but not normal." Abby announced.
"Well, for someone of Ziva' size, that would put her down. Jimmy, give me the Dextrose 50." Jimmy handed Ducky the big syringe that held the 50 mg of Dextrose. He screwed the end into one of the ports in the IV tubing and slowly pushed into Ziva's vein half of the contents of the syringe.
Tony was wiping her forehead. "She is really cold and sweaty, if that is the right word." He broke out in a cold sweat himself. "Hold it together, DiNozzo." He berated himself.
"Classic sign of Hypoglycemia, Tony." Ducky murmured.
"Duck!" Gibbs said in exasperation.
"Oh, sorry Jethro. Hypoglycemia is low blood sugar, and that is what we have here, but for reasons unknown."
Ducky looked at Tony. "Has she eaten today?" Tony looked up in surprise. "Why are you asking me?" He looked around at everyone, all looking back at him expectantly.
Tony had to clear his mind to think. "Yes...she had a bagel with cream cheese and jam this morning. And just a short while ago, I saw her eating something else, but I don't know what it was."
Tim strode over to her desk. He didn't see anything on her desk, so he checked her waste paper basket. He pulled out a wrapper.
"It looks like she ate a granola bar." He frowned and sniffed the wrapper. "With Tabasco sauce." The look on McGee's face was one of disgust and disbelief.
Gibbs slowly raised his head from Ziva's face to look Tony squarely in his. Tony sensed his Boss' eyes on him and looked back.
"What? I didn't give it to her. And she hates Tabasco sauce." Tony didn't understand what Gibbs was glaring at.
At this point, Ziva started to come around. "Wha…what happened?"
She looked up to see Tony's upside face looking down at her, looking extremely worried.
"You passed out my dear. Your blood sugar was extremely low, so I gave you some Dextrose." Ducky patted her arm. "All the same, I'm going to draw some blood and do some other tests, just to make sure there is nothing else going on."
Ziva struggled to sit up. "I am ok, I can sit up."
Ducky touched her shoulder. "I would not recommend it, Ziva. However, I think Gibbs can put your legs down now."
At that, she looked startled and noticed for the first time Gibbs at her feet, both of her ankles resting on his shoulders. She felt her face redden in embarrassment, to be in such a state in the middle of work.
She looked around at her team mates, and wondered if everyone else in the room was gawking as well. She wanted to hide under a rock somewhere.
"What happened? How could she be fine and then wake up on the floor?" Ziva's mind was unfocused still and she was very confused.
In the nanoseconds these thoughts passed through Ziva's brain, Gibbs slowly lowered her legs, his eyes never leaving her face.
Ducky drew several vials of blood and started to hand them to Jimmy.
"No, Duck. You do it." Ducky looked up at Gibbs in surprise. Gibbs went over and helped him up and walked him to the elevator.
Tony's eyes followed them, confused and frankly, concerned. He saw Gibbs whisper something to Ducky. Ducky looked startled and looked back at Ziva, and Tony could swear…him. Gibbs was staring at them also.
He quickly diverted his gaze back to Ziva. "What was going on? They couldn't possibly think he did something to Ziva, could they?
Vance's Office
"Have a seat, Eli." Vance directed. He pointed to the chair across from his desk.
Eli recognized that this was not going to be a friend to friend conversation, but a Director to Director conversation.
"Tell me, Leon my friend. What is on your mind?" Eli helpfully began.
"You want to know what is on my mind. I'd like to know how the Director of Mossad came into my town unannounced, without a security detail. I'd like to know what you are doing here, without my prior knowledge."
Vance slammed his hand on his desk. "I was under the assumption that NCIS and Mossad had a cordial working relationship. Frankly, I don't appreciate you coming into my country without invitation."
Eli chuckled.
"This is not funny, Director David. You don't seem to appreciate the seriousness of this situation."
"Situation? What situation?" Eli David leaned forward and put his hand on Vance's desk. "I am not here as the Director of Mossad."
Vance looked confused. "Then why are you here?"
Eli gave a smile, but it sent shivers up Vance's spine. It was as evil a smile as he had ever seen.
"Why, I came to see my daughter, Ziva. Why else would I be here?"
Vance looked stunned, then suspicious. "You flew all the way over here, unannounced. To see your daughter."
Eli looked unaffected. "You would fly half-way around the world to see your beautiful daughter, would you not? And your son. Such two beautiful children."
Vance felt uncomfortable, and for the first time, worried. "I would. But you would not. Why are you really here?"
Eli sat back in his chair and sighed. "You are right. I would not, normally. I want to fix my relationship with my daughter Leon, if that is at all possible."
"And you thought just showing up out of the blue would make her happy and run into your arms? I know from Agent David that your relationship has…improved. But did you seriously think you could just drop in like this?
I love my children and they love me. But when they are adults, I will never just 'show up unannounced', unless I had bad news for them." Vance shifted in his seat.
"Is that it, Eli? Are you sick?"
Eli waved his hand. "No, no, no…I am fine. I just want to spend the weekend with my daughter and observe Shabbat."
Vance now really looked confused. "Shabbat?" From what Vance could remember, Shabbat was observed from a few minutes before sunset on Friday evening until the appearance of three stars in the sky on Saturday night.
"You flew all the way over from Israel, unannounced, to have three meals with your daughter? And how did you fly in here, by the way? Our airport security should have picked up on your arrival." Vance looked closely at Eli.
"That is assuming you actually flew into one of our airports. You didn't, did you, Eli?"
Eli regarded Vance. "No."
Vance sighed. "Let me guess: Canada? A private flight? Crossed the border in a car? Why is this starting to sound like an OP?" This time, Vance was angry.
"That is because that was how you were trained. Yes, I admit. I did not want to alert your authorities I would be in your country, but it was for my security concerns. Do not read more into this, Leon.
I have come to see, Ziva. That is all." Eli David appeared unmoved by Vance's comments.
"And who flew in with you, and those who drove with you over the border, because I know you did not drive yourself. Where are they? I want names, Eli." Vance demanded.
Eli frowned. "There is no cause for alarm, Leon. I contacted the Israeli Consulate in Montreal and they provided me a driver. And I have contacted my Ambassador here in DC. He knows I am here, as a private citizen of Israel."
Leon Vance regarded his old adversary/friend for a long time before he spoke. "Ok, I'll accept your explanation; for now." He left the threat unsaid.
"Very well. May I now see my daughter? She is, after all, the reason I am here."
Vance called downstairs to Gibbs, more to give him a heads-up. "Gibbs, I have told Eli…what? When?" He looked at Eli. "Well, is she alright?"
Eli stood at this, concern etched on his face.
"I see. We'll be right down." He turned to Eli. "It appears that your daughter went down in the bullpen. She was unconscious, but Dr. Mallard was able to bring her around."
"My Ziva? She is ill? I must take her home immediately!" Eli David rushed out of Vance's office, with Vance close behind.
By the time they got downstairs, Ziva was sitting back up in a chair, still looking pale, but otherwise alright. She looked up as she saw Vance and her father approaching her.
Eli noticed how Tony hovered over her and shoved him aside. "Hey!" Tony snapped, his hands up in the air showing a non-defensive posture. He looked at Gibbs for support.
"Director David, Ziva is fine." Gibbs said quietly.
Eli ignored him and placed his hands on Ziva's face. "Ziva, you are ill? I will take you home immediately."
The look of alarm on Gibbs and Tony's faces was enough for Vance. "Agent David, do you feel as if you need to go home? You can rest here if you would like."
Ziva nodded her head 'yes' to the latter suggestion and started to speak but her father interrupted her. "Nonsense. She will go home, now!" It was an order, and it was not lost on anyone in that room.
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