"McGee, DiNozzo, you two in there?" Gibbs asked into the earpiece as he sat in the black van a block away from the club.
"Yeah, boss, we're here." Tony responded, from where he was leaning up against the wall next to the doorway, waiting for Ziva to make her entrance.
"McGee? Status."
"Yeah, I'm here." He said into the earpiece, looking around at the bodies on the dance floor, Britney Spears pumping through the speakers, "I can't stand it though."
"What, McNerd, never been to a club before?"
"Shut up, Tony, yeah, I have, just never one that's so…"
"What? Say it, probie."
"One that's so…different."
"That's your word to describe it? Say what you want to, McPrude."
"DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"What?" Tony asked.
"Change the subject. Shut your mouth, unless you want people to think you talk to yourself." Tony quickly shut his mouth and searched the club before finding McGee, sitting at the bar, sipping a drink.
"Hey, McTini! Way to be nice and get me something! Jeez, we've only been in here ten minutes, and you're already drinking!"
"Ziva, whenever you're ready. Go." Gibbs said into the earpiece, but neither Tony nor McGee were listening.
"Tony!" McGee said, under his breath.
Tony suddenly became aware of the wondrous scent that entered his nostrils, and he felt a leg brush up against his. He smiled as she gave him a smirk before continuing on, "Ziva's here, boss." Tony said, watching her move towards the dance floor, obviously trying to find the man.
Instead of camera glasses (Tony insisted that they 'wouldn't sell'), Gibbs, well actually, Abby had managed to place a camera inside her barrette. Tony and McGee both were forced to use the camera glasses, however, much to Tony's discomfort. (And Gibbs had politely told him to shut up and wear 'em)
"Ziva's moving across the dance floor…"
"I can see that, DiNozzo."
"She's at the bar." McGee said as he watched her give him a smirk as she crossed towards the bar and sat down, ordering a shot before standing back up. McGee couldn't help but be a little nervous, considering that this was Ziva, a trained assassin, and the fact she looked hot as hell. If I can think that, I can't even imagine what Tony thinks about her choice of attire. She was wearing a deep red dress that, if it was possible, was shorter than her other one, and strapless. Her hair, instead of being straight, was done in light curls, that bobbed on her shoulders as she walked.
"I can see that, McGee!" Gibbs declared, impatient as he tore his gaze off of Ziva.
"Yeah, he can see that, McGee!" DiNozzo said, boastfully.
"DiNozzo, move around, stop acting suspicious." Gibbs said as he sighed and walked away from where he was leant up against the wall, moving towards the dance floor before asking a woman to dance, whilst keeping an eye on Ziva as he moved with her.
"Freeze that image." Gibbs demanded as the other 'tech guys', as Gibbs had said, in the van paused the image from Tony's glasses, "Abs." Gibbs said into the other line.
"Yeah, bossman?"
"Run facial recognition on every picture I send to you. I want to know if any of these are our Travis Davis."
"You got it!" She cried before Gibbs heard the typing of keys in his ear.
"Image coming your way." Gibbs said as he pressed the 'send' button and Abby started to scan the first image from where she was standing in her lab, sipping her Caf-Pow with happiness whilst listening to her death metal music.
Tony thanked the woman for the dance, and she scoffed and rolled her eyes as he walked away, not caring that the woman had probably fancied him.
"Who's got eyes on Ziva?" Gibbs asked as Abby confirmed that the man was not Travis Davis.
"I do, boss, she's headed towards the middle of the dance floor." Tony confirmed as he started to follow her.
"DiNozzo! Do not follow her! You can't risk blowing her cover. She's Gina David, not Ziva."
"So rule twelve doesn't count?" Tony smirked but then apologized as he could almost see his boss giving him 'the stare', "Sorry boss."
"Gibbs, I think I see him." Ziva said into the microphone, and Tony's eyes went on red alert as he searched the club for her. However, the music was too loud, he couldn't hear her voice besides in his ear, and she had strayed to the middle of the dance floor., where a mass of bodies had formed. It would be impossible to spot a skinny Israeli chick in the middle of that group.
"Freeze that." Gibbs demanded of the image that he had barely captured before someone walked in front of her from Ziva's barrette, "Send it to Abby for facial recognition. DiNozzo, you keep an eye on David. McGee, you start moving into the dance floor as well. I want two eyes on her, in case this dirt bag tries anything."
"Gibbs!" Abby's voice suddenly popped into his head.
"Yeah? Whatcha got for me, Abs?"
"A match. He's definitely Travis Davis."
"That's good work, Abs."
"Thanks!" She said, pleased with herself before Gibbs returned back to the other earwigs.
"That's Travis Davis, Ziva, get in there. Make sure he sees you."
"On it," She said as she moved towards him.
"Miss, miss." She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, and she tried to fight back the urge to go 'Mossad' on them and fling them off of her, but she just turned around and came face to face with one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen in her life. Suddenly, the whole mission disappeared, and she was infatuated with this man. He was the second most beautiful, next to Tony, even though she'd never admit it. The mission did not matter anymore.
She smiled, "Hello…My name's Gina, what's yours?" She asked, smiling seductively at him.
"Target's moving towards the bar." McGee told his fellow three agents, and Gibbs, but two of them weren't listening. Tony was too busy watching Ziva, and Ziva was too busy seducing a man."McGee, get over there. DiNozzo, your eyes are on Ziva."
"On it, boss." McGee said as he made his way over to the bar before sitting down and ordering another martini. Travis sat a couple of bar stools down from him, but McGee could barely see him, thanks to the heavy amount of cigarette smoke in front of his face.
"I'm John." He smiled to Ziva, taking her hand in his, "Would you like this dance?"
"Target got up from the bar. Moving towards the dance floor." McGee responded.
"I would love to dance." Ziva smiled as a new song started, and Ziva rammed her hips up against his, grinding with him as his arms snaked around her waist. Tony could feel his blood boil as he watched 'John's' hands move down to her ass. Once he squeezed it, and she didn't kill him, instead, she giggled, Tony had had enough.
"Gibbs! I'm blowing my cover, Ziva's coming out of here!"
"The hell you will, DiNozzo! You blow her cover, you blow the entire operation!"
"Target's on your nine, Ziva." McGee said as he watched Travis brush up against the Israeli.
"Excuse me." He said, nodding at John, "I'm Travis." He said to Ziva as they both stopped dancing, "Would you mind if I have the rest of this dance?"
"Yeah, sure, just let me get her number….you wouldn't mind that, would you?" She shook her head as she gave him her number before he carefully leaned down and pecked her cheek, "Nice to meet you, Gina."
"You too." She smiled and Travis moved into John's space. Suddenly, the mission came roaring back to her.
"Dance?" He asked, giving her a smile. He couldn't really be a serial killer, could he?
"I would love to." She smiled, and then she was in his arms, dancing even more seductively to the song.
"Ziva! What the hell are you doing?" Gibbs asked, "You were only supposed to let him see you, not dance with him! He wasn't supposed to know who you are! Ziva, you're blowing your cover!"
Ziva, of course, didn't say anything, she just continued to dance, her hips grinding into his as his hands searched her body. She let out an audible moan, causing Travis to smile like an idiot, and Tony's jaw tightened, "Boss, I'm going in." Tony said, "She's screwing this mission, and she's in the hands of a serial killer. I don't think so."
"DiNozzo stand down! You're off this mission! DINOZZO!" He said, but it was too late, Tony had ripped out the earwig and threw it on the ground, stepping on it and rubbing the toe of his shoe into it.
"McGee! Find DiNozzo! Track him down! Get Ziva, get out of there. Now! I told you not to engage!" Gibbs threw off his head seat as he cursed while he was crossing his arms, "Damn it!"
Ziva felt her heart rate accelerate. This was a serial killer. In her arms was a serial killer. But Gibbs had told her not to engage…when was the song going to end? She spotted her partner, storming through the crowd, knocking pretty lady over pretty lady away, and just by the look in his dark brown eyes, she knew that something was wrong, and she had a good feeling she knew what it was. She had engaged."Tomorrow?" Travis suddenly said, and she snapped her eyes up to his. He was leaning down and whispering into her ear, his breath against the side of her face, making her involuntarily shudder.
"Actually, I am busy. But I come here every day, especially Fridays." She smiled, "Be there."
"A regular?"
"Yes." She smiled, "I love this club."
"Thank you for the dance….Gina? Isn't that your name?"
"Yes, Gina. What is yours?"
"Travis."
"Nice to meet you, Travis" She smiled, "I hope to see you soon."
"Nice to meet you too." He smiled back before moving away, his eyes fixed on her the entire time.
"There you are!" Tony said, grabbing her arm as he dragged her off of the dance floor and into the corner of the club, shoving her up against the wall, blocking her from escaping, "What were you thinking?"
"Me? Look at you, Tony! You blow your cover, blow everything, just because a serial killer wraps his arms around me!"
"Ziva, do you hear what you're saying? You could have gotten killed! That was a serial killer, Ziva, a serial killer. Don't you understand? He was all over you…and…"Ziva suddenly smirked, and Tony stopped at her amused look, "What?"
"Jealous, Tony?" She asked, and he shook his head.
"I'm…I'm not. I swear."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, "Now go away."
"David, McGee, DiNozzo, mission's done tonight." But by the tone of the bosses voice, they could tell that they were in major trouble.
"You did it this time, didn't you, Tony?" Ziva asked as Tony saw McGee quickly leave the club before Ziva left in a group of people, after she made sure that Travis had seen her leave, and then Tony left, last. As he climbed into the black van, a block away, he had never seen his boss look so upset with him.
"You. Sit. Now." He pointed to where Ziva and McGee were sitting.
"I do something wrong?" He asked, looking up at his didn't say anything to him.
"McGee. Drive the van back to headquarters. Good work tonight." He said, and McGee nodded.
"Thank you, boss." He said as he hopped out of the van and started towards the driver's side.
Gibbs slammed the van door shut just as McGee started to drive, and Gibbs spoke darkly to them, making even Ziva have goosebumps on her arms, "What. The hell. Were you thinking?"
