Disclaimer: This story is based on NCIS, which I don't own, so don't hurt me. The original characters in this story are all mine, so don't hurt them either.
A/N: Okay, so we will see where this goes. Thanks to Emypink for her skills once again in betaing my work, thanks Em. Please read and review, Kandon.
Ziva, Fornell and Lucas Survage walked into Director Jenny Shepard's office. She rose from her desk and gestured to the table.
"Please be seated," she instructed. Gibbs was already seated at the table, so Fornell sat down next to him. Ziva sat at one end and Lucas sat at the other. Jenny walked over and closed the door.
"Now, as you probably know, not all of Gibbs' team know about the threat to Ziva …" Jenny didn't even look at Gibbs, she knew he was glaring at her. "I felt that they are not going to be threatened in anyway…this is my decision!"
Ziva had looked at Gibbs questioningly, but said nothing. Now her attention turned towards Jenny.
"Why?" Ziva asked, slight worry on her face. "Cyriac is after me. He could use them to get to me!"
Jenny sighed as she sat down. "According to information I received from Israel," she paused and looked at Lucas, "and the FBI, they have reports of Cyriac off in a crowd of people going after targets."
"He can change tactics, Jen," Gibbs said, looking at her. She avoided his gaze again.
"Agent Gibbs," Lucas said, turning to the older man, "Cyriac has proven that he is only interested in the initial target, nothing more."
"So if a member of my team gets caught in the cross-fire because of this bastard," the menace in Gibbs' voice rose with every word, "then that is acceptable?"
"Jethro!' Jenny said, her voice steady. "I want you to leave now!"
Gibbs rose angrily, glaring at Lucas as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door. Fornell shook his head. Jenny was playing with fire, and both he and Gibbs knew it.
Jenny turned to him. "What's the protection situation for, Ziva?"
"Now wait a minute…" Ziva interrupted sharply.
"Ziva!" Jenny gave her a serious look. "This is something that could save your life." Jenny turned to Fornell. "Continue, Tobias."
"Well, according to Colonel Bashan at the embassy, they have two Mossad operatives on watch around the clock." Fornell started as he looked at Lucas. "The Director of the FBI also thought it prudent that Agent Survage stay here, take on a protective role…"
"Lucas?" Ziva said to the handsome man directly down the other end of the table. "Why?"
"Because he knows Cyriac," Fornell shrugged. "That was the Director's reasoning."
"I agree with the Director of the FBI on this," Jenny said, nodding her approval.
Jenny didn't know this part of Ziva's life; Lucas had been more than a partner or ally … Ziva had saved his life and after that…well, she felt that it would only complicate things more.
Jenny was oblivious as she said, "Lucas will be with you at all times."
Ziva sighed inwardly. "Very well, Director!"
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Tony kept his head down as he worked. This afternoon was no time to act up. Gibbs had left the Director's office angrier then he had left for it. He had gone and gotten coffee, but even that had not settled him down. To make matters worse, Tony watched the FBI Agent named Lucas sit and talk discreetly with Ziva. Tony hated to admit it, but he seemed to rival Tony for Ziva's affections and even the banter.
He busied himself with a file and looked over at McGee. "Probie!"
"Yeah, Tony," McGee said, feeling just as uneasy about the situation as Tony did.
"You got that file on the weapon we found at McNab's crime scene?" He asked, loudly enough to let Ziva know he was getting agitated with the new guy she had at her desk.
McGee shook his head. "Sorry, Tony, that would be Ziva."
She looked over at him. "Oh, yes," She handed it to Lucas. "Could you give that to Tony."
"Sure," Lucas nodded as he rose and handed it to Tony. "There you go, slugger."
"Gee, thanks," Tony said antagonistically, earning a glare from Ziva. "Appreciate it, pal." He turned back to his desk and shook head at McGee. "I'll just go and see if Abby can help me out with this."
"Okay," McGee nodded. He could understand why he needed some space. Tony rose and disappeared out of the bullpen and into the elevator, just as Lucas rose from the seat he was sitting on and walked over.
"He okay?" he asked McGee.
"Um, I don't think I should really comment on Tony," McGee said, looking at Ziva for help. She shrugged.
McGee decided to change tactics. "Timothy McGee." He held out his hand.
"Lucas Survage." Lucas accepted his hand. "Good to meet you."
"You here for a while," McGee asked.
Lucas shrugged. "Depends."
"On what?" McGee asked, trying to gauge where this FBI agent was at in regards to why he was here.
Lucas gave him a crooked smile as he returned to the seat he had vacated. "On a lot of things …" Lucas looked at Ziva, who held his gaze. She broke it, something McGee was surprised at. She only ever broke Gibbs' gaze after ten minutes of a battle of wills.
"On everything, I guess," Lucas said as he turned to McGee.
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"Its frustrating, Abs," Tony said, letting off all his steam as he walked around Abby's lab. "He sits there as if…she belongs to him." He threw his hands up in frustration. "She doesn't reciprocate and you can tell there is awkwardness there."
"What's with you, Tony?" Abby asked with teasing smile on her face. "Worried you'll lose your chance to get Ziva into bed now that, that FBI agent…who is so smoking hot is here."
Tony glanced at her with a look that he rarely gave her, an angry look. "You're not helping, Abby!"
"What? You expect me to listen to you whinge, Tony," Abby said, walking over and hugging him. "We're all on edge Tony!"
"Sorry, Abs," Tony mumbled into her ear.
"Hey, you know what Gibbs would say," Abby chided.
"Yeah, don't apologise with a few 'F' words thrown in today," Tony said, sitting down on a stool. Abby looked at him surprised.
Tony nodded. "Oh, yeah, he's pissed off. I haven't seen him this pissed since Ari!"
Abby forehead creased with worry. She walked over and hugged Tony from behind. "That doesn't sound good!"
"Yeah," Tony tried a grin, and then he turned to her. "You mind if I stay here until knock off time?"
"Oh, you say the sweetest things." Abby hugged him harder.
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The figure sat in a car outside the main gate of the car park. The car had dark and tinted windows, and it would have been unusual if there hadn't been Federal license plates on the car. A guard had walked over earlier to investigate. He had asked to see some ID and had a CIA badge flashed in his face, and then the guard had been told to piss off. Since then, no one had bothered the man who sat watching the car park with binoculars.
He lifted the binoculars to his scarred face so he could concentrate on the employees leaving the NCIS headquarters building. He quickly glanced down at the dossier photos of two people. He looked back up to see them both leaving the headquarters.
He smiled; the English syntax in his voice was very pronounced. "Excellent, right on time. Now which one will make a better target?"
A/N: Okay, so this is my second really dark fic. The first in a way was Ghostly Threat so we'll see how we go!