Moving On Ch.2
"Where's David?" Vance calls from the halfway level from between the bullpen and his office. His gaze is intimidating to anyone who was employed after the explosion and didn't know him well enough to know it is just his normal gaze. A few people look up when they hear his voice, but shrug it off when they realize they have no idea who he is talking about.
An irritated head looks up from his computer and turns to face his boss, "I don't know Director, maybe at that doctor's appointment you forced her to go to?" His voice is a low growl and he gives Vance a hard glare with his green eyes. The man, otherwise known as Tony DiNozzo, is frazzled by the question because he didn't want Ziva to go to the appointment today. He just had a gut feeling that something bad would occur. Something deep down a few minutes beforehand confirmed that something dire has happened to her. Is has been a few months since he realized that he loves the woman with all his heart, soul, and body. Though, he is too embarrassed to admit his feeling, he still keeps a protective bond on her as if she is actually his own and not an object of his desire. As far as he is concerned, she didn't know a thing about these feelings and can probably care less.
The Director sighs, "DiNozzo, It's for her own good. Please realize that." He gives the love-struck agent a gentler look than normal before regaining his level-headed composure. "Miss David's appointment was an hour and a half ago, she should have been back by now," he states, only a bit confused, not yet worried. "Have you heard from her?"
"She called thirty minutes ago to tell me she was about to get into her car," Tony says, calming down a little. Knowing the fact she called settles his mind because in his mind it means she has to be safe. "Shortly after, McGee went down to pick up lunch for the three of us. Abby and Gibbs went to go visit the Duck Man."
Tony's report strikes a nerve within Vance and him mind becomes unsteady, as if it is walking on eggshells. "She should have been back by now," he retorts aloud, not even attempting to calm down his tone or infliction on the statement.
Tony's face pales and he glances quickly at his phone. "I think I should call he—" The now uneasy agent is interrupted by the ringing of Gibbs's phone. Tony looks up at Vance for permission and he receives a sharp worried nod. "Agent Gibbs's desk, he answers smoothly as he picks up. His eyebrows furrow together as he listens to the person on the other end. "Hold up, McSpeedTalker. I can't understand you," Tony says calmly to the geek on the phone. There's a moment of silence as Tony takes in what is repeated. "Yes, I heard you, Tim. I'll be there ASAP. Call Gibbs and Abby." His face and tone are hard as he sets down the phone on the receiver.
Vance takes one look at the Senior Field Agent's face and his heart sinks. "What happened?"
As Tony takes a brief moment to recollect his thoughts, a young woman enters through the elevator door, escorted by a member of security. She turns into the bullpen just as Tony takes a deep breath, "Ziva died in a car crash seven minutes ago," he states solemnly, a single tear escaping his eye and down his cheek.
"No!" The woman cries, running fully into the bullpen. Her brown eyes already shine with tears as she looks desperately at Tony, trying to determine if he's lying. He curly brown hair hangs at her shoulders as her tang-top clad chest heaves.
Tony looks at her in bewilderment, trying to place a finger on why she looks so familiar. "Who are you?" he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly at the petite foreign looking girl. "Do I know you?"
She laughs a strained laugh and looks Tony straight in the eyes, "No, but I surely know you." Her voice carries a heavy Israeli accent that causes the said agent's jaw to drop. She matches his tear from before with two of her own. "I'm Ziva David's niece, pleased to make your acquaintance, Anthony DiNozzo."
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