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Chapter 4


"What the hell are you doing here?" Gibbs demanded angrily as Kort shut the door behind him, his smile smug.

"Now Gibbs, is that any way to greet on old friend." Kort said as he showed off a row of white teeth. "No hello how are you…or-"

"What are you doing here?" Gibbs shouted again, this time Kort's eyes widened mockingly.

"Oh come on Jethro, you know what I am doing here. Seems you agents been a naughty girl," Kort smiled as Gibbs balled his fists, turning to Vance.

"We already have the CIA here Leon, but Kort!"

The director sighed as the two men in front of him glared daggers at each other, Gibbs knuckles turning two shades whiter then the shirt under his jacket.

"I have no say in this Gibbs, Miss David knows to much about the FBI, CIA and NCIS…hell she even knows things about agencies most people don't even know exist…they are just putting the protection of America first."

Gibbs laughed sarcastically at the man's words, his fists banging hard on the table.

"That's bull and you know it." Gibbs pointed towards the still smiling Kort. "They are just protecting their own asses, its Ari all over again."

The room went silent as Vance and Gibbs stared at each other, neither one of them blinking for what seemed like minutes.

"Be that so, Agent Gibbs. This is the way it is going to be. Agent David will be questioned until we are sure nothing was said to Salem and his men. Meanwhile you will continue to work on your latest case. Is that understood?"

There was a long silence again, before Gibbs stood and walked towards the door, his fists still clenched at his sides.

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As Gibbs stormed down the stairs and towards his desk, he could feel Kort watching him. The sly smile no doubt still on his face as he too made his way to the bullpen.

As Gibbs sat down, Kort came into his line of vision, his hands resting gently on the top of his desk as he leaned in to whisper to Gibbs.

"Don't worry Gibbs. I will take good care of her,." His smile grew as he winked, stood then turned on his heel, the team watching him as he headed towards interrogation.

Gibbs turned to Tony as soon as Kort was out of earshot.

"DiNozzo, watch over the interrogation, Keep an eye on Kort."

Tony nodded and stood from his seat without a moment's hesitation.

"Yes Boss."

Gibbs watched his senior agent go, then picked up the phone, putting the receiver to his ear.

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Ziva pulled against the metal chains that held her, the cold metal surface of the handcuffs rubbing at her skin on her wrist as she pulled against them. She could easily get them off. Her gut screaming at her to break free of the meager entrapment and break the neck of the next person who walked through the door, but her head told her otherwise.

The door opened and suddenly, she wished she had gone with her gut.

"Hello Ziva, Long time no see," Trent Kort entered the room with a arrogant swagger, closing the door behind and relaxing in the chair opposite Ziva.

"Trent Kort, The sleezeball of the CIA. " Ziva said as she watched the man opposite her, a look of disgust on her face.

"Nice to see you too Ziva sweetheart, it's been a long time,"

"Not long enough." Ziva shot back as her expression turned angry. "Now what do you want?" Trent sighed and gained a professional position, looking down at the file that lay on the table.

"Straight to business, you ain't changed at all have you?" Kort asked, at Ziva's annoyed and slightly murderous expression he smirked and opened the file.
"Let's get started shall we."

"With what, as I keep saying you are all wasting your time. I didn't tell the terrorist anything,"
"How can we be sure?"

"If I had told them government secrets, plans and codes, Don't you think they would have acted already!" Ziva screamed as she slammed on hand on the table. The loud thud her hand made while connecting with the metal was enough to make Tony jump at the sudden ferocity in her actions.

He watched her from the observation room. The look in her eyes so angry, he swore he could see fiery coals burning In them. With his arms crossed over his chest, the older agent watched in awe as his partner was bombarded with questions.

The click of the door made Ziva jump, as Agent Holland walked into the room, carrying with him another file. He placed it in front of Kort, then took a step back, leaning heavily on the two way mirror and crossing his arms.

"My, My, seems you have been a very busy girl Miss David." Kort said as he shuffled through the file, then looked up with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Ziva asked as she clenched her teeth.

"Weapon smuggling. Bribery, Money Laundering, Trafficking, Murder...and the list goes on." Kort smiled. "With your background this could hold up in any court." Kort took some pictures from the file and placed them in front of Ziva. "And look, we even have solid proof."

Ziva stared in disbelieve at the photos that showed her conversing with well known dealers, smugglers and criminals. Obviously photo shopped, but then again, she was the only one that would know that.

"So. Have we loosened your tongue now?"

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