HIYA!!!!! CHAPTER 4!!!!!! YES!!!!! okay...i had an epiphany: I'M not nice enough to all the readers! i take WAY too long to update, and then the chapters are so short it's pathetic. so I've decided that i will as of now, update AT LEAST one of my stories, a week. most likely two. and if i don't, the next week will have AT LEAST two. i hope that'll be a little better, and i really just want to apologize. I WAS SO MEAN!!!!!! Swiss chocolate for all of you!!!
okay, so here's the chapter, but before that I'd like to thank: Kabby Dare(Echo-Chan1223) and yumyum for reviewing~ i would also like to thank Kabby Dare for help with spelling and grammatical issues xD
Death of the Arbitrary
Chapter 4: Getting Everywhere but There
Ziva woke up(O.O i started off the last chapter the same way) to the ringing of a bell. looking around the room, she couldn't locate the noise before it stopped. everything around her was unfamiliar, yet at the same time, she remembered everything. the screaming staff as she was dragged mercilessly away from the body. the flashing lights and blaring sirens of the police cars as she was shipped off to prison. the glaring faces of everyone and anyone.
shivering, she sat up on her un-comfy cot. the only things in her containment cell were the bed, a rotting table with matching chair, a 'toilet', and what was this- a bowl with steam rising off it. walking over hesitantly, Ziva's eyes met a bowl of bubbling orange mush. 'so they were ringing for breakfast, if it can be called that.' she picked up the bowl and lifted it to her nose, immediately dropping it, disgust evident on her face. 'whatever that was, it died a long time ago.'
abandoning the failed attempt at a breakfast, Ziva went to sit in the rotting chair. it shivered under her light weight, and somehow managed to bear it. Ziva resolved to wait in silence, losing herself in thoughts and questions. 'why would someone want to kill that sweet little man? i know he was crazy. but he was sweet.' before she could continue, her thoughts were interrupted by three pairs of footsteps echoing down the abruptly, Ziva moved forward to lean out of her cell and wait for whoever was coming.
within seconds Gibbs, Tony, and McGee came into view. Ziva's face brightened. 'they must be here because they found something! I'm getting out!!' her hopes were dashed by their long faces. they came to stand in front of her, no one spoke, until Tony decided to break the silence, that is. "tsk, tsk. I never hoped to see the day. our little Mossad agent has gotten herself caught. you're getting sloppy, Zee-vah." Ziva glared. "no thanks to you Tony! maybe if you had decided to wake up on time i would not be stuck here! oh how i wish it was McGee who had been paired up with me on watch duty. i know i could have relied on him to show up on time!" McGee was practically glowing from the praise.
"Yeah, yeah, i could have shown up, then none of this would be a problem and we would just be investigating the murder of Mr. Jordan, not trying to prove your innocence. But we're not, and it was your own careless mistake that put you in this situation. so suck it up." he received a very hard headslap from Gibbs. Ziva glowered. "thank you for stating the obvious, Dinnozzo. If you find anything, let. me. know." turning away from her group of comrades she frowned. 'why does Tony always have to make me feel so ashamed of myself!!! i know it was my mistake! he does not have to tell me...' retreating away to the back corner of her cell, Ziva waved her hand to say "you may leave." then blocked out everything but her thoughts.
Gibbs glared at Tony one last time then spun on his heel and went back the way he came. McGee placed a hand on the cell bar and frowned. "don't worry Ziva, we'll catch him. we're getting a profile to draw a picture based on what a witness saw. and we found some prints at the crime scene that weren't yours. Abby's running them through the computer now!" Ziva nodded slowly, acknowledging that she had heard.
sending Tony a disappointed look, McGee followed after Gibbs.
Tony remained, all emotion drawn from his face. his eyes did not have their usual glint and his body was stiff and un-relaxed. clenching his fist, it took all his control not to punch the wall right then and there. I'm so sorry Ziva...i promise ill prove that you're innocent. he turned solemnly away from the cell and whispered, "bye Ziva." reluctantly he left the cell block, set on finding the evil Israeli man who had gotten Ziva tuck in prison.
unnoticed by anyone, Ziva stood facing the dirty cell wall, tears streaming down her face.
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"What have you got for me Abbs?" Gibbs strolled into Abby's lab, Caf Pow in hand. Abby's face was tear stained. "nothing that'll help. all the fingerprints were either Ziva's or the doctor...though there was one partial glove print I'm working on, shouldn't be long until i find out what kind of glove our murderer was wearing. all the blood on the sheets and knives was Mr. Jordans. there's nothing for me to go on Gibbs!"
Gibbs patted her back awkwardly. "don't worry Abbs, I'll send McGee down later to help you. after the profiler is finished with Mrs. Lanxley we'll able to run it." Abby leaned into him. "why does this stuff always happen to Ziva? she doesn't deserve it!" "i know Abbs, i know."
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"cause of death?" after comforting Abby, Gibbs found himself strolling into the Autopsy ward. Ducky was hovering over the cold body of Mr. Jordan. "well the knife wounds would have been fatal, had they been made before Mr. Jordan died." "what do you mean Ducky?" "see this bruising of the neck here, it would appear that our ex-admiral had a pair of hands around his neck while he died." "you mean he was strangled?" Ducky chuckled.
"oh yes Gibbs, Mr. Jordan was strangled, didn't put up a fight I'm afraid, or else we might have some other things to go on." "then why'd the bastard stab him, twice." "that's where it gets a bit tricky, but i do have an idea. Mr. Jordan here is the victim of an Israeli correct? what if this Israeli had heard of Ziva and knew she was on watch." Gibbs let his face fall. "Ziva was set up." "might be Jethro." "what's this about Ziva being set up?"
Tony made it his duty to be kept in the loop, even if it meant pissing Gibbs off as much as possible. "Dinnozzo, weren't you supposed to be with the profiler." "yeah she just finished. i came down to tell you and heard you and Ducky talking about Ziva being set up," his face darkened. "is it true?"
"we don't know yet, now do we Dinnozzo. is McGee checking the image?" "McGoo? yeah he was when i checked last." "which was when?" "just a minute ago." nodding in approval Gibbs turned back to Ducky. "by the way Ducky, where's Palmer."
Ducky chuckled. "i let him off early, he was only getting in the way. he put up quite the argument, managed to persuade him anyways." Gibbs smiled.
"GIBBS!" "BOSS!" everyone in the autopsy room didn't know where to look. McGee and Abby had come running in, both looking excited. Gibbs didn't know who to address first. "uh... Abby?" "i matched the glove print to a company called Any Wear. Black, top quality, sold exclusively to Mossad-" McGee gasped.
"that helps my theory. take a look at this picture the profiler gave me and tell me it doesn't look like someone we all know." everyone cluttered around, even Abby who was slightly annoyed at being interrupted before she had finished. Gibbs pulled the paper out of McGees hands and studied. his face was grim. he passed it to Tony who passed it on to Ducky and on to Abby. each of their faces fell in turn.
"Rivkin," Tony voiced the name buzzing through all five of their heads. "Michael Rivkin." Abby tapped her foot. "look i know this is only going to damper things, but these gloves i was talking about. they've each got a special print based on who the gloves were made exclusively. the glove print found at the scene came from a glove sold to Eli David. AND, this glove of brand is only given to direct members of the David family. Ziva should have a pair as well."
the group was dampened in silence, broken, once again, by tony. "well we've got something don't we? the murdered looks like Rivkin and the glove print comes from a glove issued to Eli David, which Rivkin could have probably gotten his hands on. this is good right?" "it's a lead. McGee?" "going to get any personal info available info on Dylan Jordan, Michael Rivkin, Eli David. phone records, bank accounts, unusual activity, personal info. on it boss." McGee rushed from the room. "Dinnozzo?" "running the picture from our profiler through the computer for any other possible suspects, making phone calls, and getting security camera's from the hospital." with a quick nod to Ducky and Abby, Tony rushed after McGee.
Ducky moved back over to the examination table and looked fondly down at the corpse. "i wonder what kind of a life you had my friend. was it filled with misery and woe? or happiness and joy." Abby hugged ducky from behind. "don't worry, i miss her too." Gibbs watched the scene, a smile tugging at his lips. spinning on his heel he made his way up. he needed to pay Director Vance a visit.
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"hello Leroy(1), a little early aren't we?" "just here to keep you up to date with my present case." Vance looked up from the file sitting on his desk. "yes?" "it's about your buddy, Eli David." "ah yes, haven't talked to him lately, have you, how's Eli doing?" Gibbs brought his hand down on the desk. "this is not about social occurences. the print of a special made glove was found at the crime scene. the print of a special made glove belonging to one, Eli David."
Vance studied him criticizingly. "are you saying, that Eli was at the crime scene?" Gibbs didn't move. "no, im just telling you that his glove was. thought you'd like to know." "but he is still a suspect." it wasn't a question, but a statement. "of course." Vance nodded then looked back down to his desk. Gibbs turned to leave the room. "Leroy." Gibbs stopped and turned back. "what?"
Vance's face contorted for second but then he was back to his calm demeanor. "nothing, just go." Gibbs gave him a skeptical look then sauntered out of the room and back down to the bullpen.
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"McGee!" Gibbs barked. McGee looked up from his desk. "oh hey boss, got some pretty interesting stuff. lots of wonky stuff on Mr. Jordan-" "McGee." "oh sorry boss. i'll start with Mr. David. only thing semi-suspicious on his phone and bank records were 5 calls to a local gay bar on 5 consequetive days at the same time for the same amount of time. yesterday at 1 pm he made a withdrawal of 10,000 dollars which he then spent on a car imported from Japan. you know most of his personal info-" Gibbs cut him off. "i have no doubt that there is absolutely nothing to show that Eli David had been at the crime scene besides the fact that his glove was present, move on to Rivkin."
"well since we investigated him last year, you know his personal info as well, but I'll just remind you. age 33(2), high level clearence with Mossad, one sister: Rebecca, currently owns an apartment in DC, phone number 882-9041. most recent withdrawal was a week ago at 4 am. withdrew 500$. spent 100 of it on fast food throughout the week. was last seen a mile from the Mental Hospital talking to a young brunette woman on the day of the murder. security cameras picked up the interaction, lasted half an hour, then Rivkin walked out of range of the camera in the direction of the mental ward. the conversation ended at around 1:15 am.
nothing suspicious in his phone records, except, at 1:20, 5 minutes after he left towards the Mental Hospital, to a pay-phone in the just outside of DC. im trying to get the security tapes from the Gas Station where it happened. another strange thing is that Rivkin' phone has 15 messages from the Mossad main desk. supposedly he's supposed to be in Israel right now, not in the States."
Gibbs thought that over then looked at Tony. "what about you?" "wait boss, i haven't finished yet. don't you want to here about Mr. Jordan?" "is there something important in there?" "he's had a rough life, but yeah." McGee and Gibbs sat there staring at each other for a moment. "well are you going to tell me McGee?"
"Oh yeah, sorry boss. his father died when he was four, his mother left him on the streets a year later. he was found by a widow named Mary Orthela, she died when he was 16. his life was uneventful from then on until until three years after he enlisted in the navy. he was in Israel on business and he ran into none other than Michael Rivkin. Dylan had a misunderstanding with the Mossad man and ended up getting Rivkin stuck in jail for a year. during that year Dylan met, and married Rivkin's little sister, Rebecca. by the time Rivkin got out of jail, she was already pregnant with their first child.
however, Rebecca didn't know that Dylan was the man who got her brother in jail, and when she found out after Rivkin told her after consuming numerous beers, she was devastated and felt like she had betrayed her family. committed suicide the next day. he stayed in the navy until he was 38, then retired. at 44 he was in an accident that left him mentally damaged. he was admitted to the mental hospital on June 2, 1998(3), been there ever since."
McGee stopped for a breath than continued on. "Mr. Jordan has not accessed his bank account in all the 10 years he has been in the hospital, the hospital takes out any funds for him. and he doesn't own, let alone use, a phone." "are you finished McGee?" "yes boss." "Dinnozzo!" Tony looked up from the sandwhich he had been eating while McGee was talking. "is McGoogle done spurting facts? okay, I'll tell you what i found. i ran the picture the profiler gave me, through the Mossad database. i figured, this guy was a Mossad and all since, well yeah. i didn't think it would hit more than Michael, but it turns out his brother, Jacob is a Mossad agent as well.
doesn't have high enough clearance to get in to see Eli as often of course. checking through the hospital security cameras i did see our killer, but he never face the camera and i couldn't get any good look at him. i made a phone call to Eli David. he has a good alibi, said he was in Israel, and since he's there i dont really doubt it. he confirmed what McGee said, both Rivkins was supposed to be in Israeli, but neither of them reported for duty on the day of the murder."
Gibbs put a finger to his chin absentmindedly. so, now there are two Rivkins...both of them could have a motive. both of them fit the profilers picture. Michael was near the hospital right before the murder...but where was Jacob? "McGee." "already on it boss."
McGee hit the keys on the keyboard mercilessly. info on Jacob Rivkin popped up by the second. he was proud of himself to say the least, very proud. hmm...i wonder why it didn't show up that Michael had a brother...oh well i'll figure that out- oh....but it still should have shown up. "okay boss, Jacob joined Mossad a year after his brother but it says here that he died a couple years back in 2004, suicide bomber." "yeah, Eli mentioned something about that. turns out it was a scam by Mossad to get themselves a secret weapon. Jacob didn't die in that bombing." "thank you Tony, now as i was saying, it says he died in 2004, but he was sighted in the states three months ago. and he was spotted, by us."
every sat there contemplating what McGee had said. the silence was deafening. "what do you mean, us?" Gibbs countered the info. "Abby saw him around town and thought it was Michael. she reported him to you. but it turns out, it was Jacob. unfortunately, Jacob became invisible again, until he resurfaced on the day of the murder. he, like his brother, was caught by a security camera outside of the Mental Hospital, on the opposite side of the lot.
he was walking down the street towards the hospital 10 minutes before Michael was, i only caught him because i was looking through the old footage that contained Michael, and happened to see him. he only withdraws money once a month from a discreet account running out of Israel. the last time was 25 days ago, he took out 5,000$."
Gibbs sat down on his chair. "so, we've got to men that both fit the description and picture from our profiler, both of them are from Israel, both have motive, both were seen at the crime scene, almost immediately before the murder took place, and both of them are supposed to be in Israel. what the hell are we supposed to go on?"
"well Gibbs, i think i might have something." Gibbs spun around to see Abby holding a small brown cardboard box. "what'cha got there Abby?" Abby smacked Tony's hands away. "don't touch, you'll ruin any finger prints." Gibbs walked forward and raised an eyebrow. "care to share whats in the box?" Abby grinned. "of course Gibbs, in this box here i have the left hand glove of one Eli David, found this morning at 4 am by hospital staff in the dumpster round back."
everyone felt their faces light up. they had the glove, now all the needed were prints or DNA.
i know i know, its not THAT long, BUT it's really important! lots of good info for your brains to digest there. plus, they've got Eli's glove! but will it hold any prints? heh heh this is gettin somewhere!
1: i really have no idea what Vance calls Gibbs...is it Leroy? Jethro? Gibbs? i dunno...help is welcome, if someone can tell me the correct name i'll change it.
2: in this fic Michael is 33, i dont care how old he is in the show, in this fic, he's 33, it's important later, well, semi important
3: we're just gonna say this is happening in 2008, cause im not good with dates and times and keeping things accurate xD
and now!!!! it is complete!!! well this chapter is, the story cant be over, Ziva is still stuck in jail...and the way i left it, it cant be over. please R&R and come back for the next chapter!!! i love you guys~