Having scouted round the perimeter of the camp team Gibbs and the two Mossad agents were gathered around the yellow Deux Chevaux planning their operation.
Rabin had now been gone for 5 hours and night was starting to set in. It was almost certain that he had been captured or was at least in trouble.
The two teams had decided that they would join forces and were now discussing the plan of action.
"BANG, BANG, BANG, PHHT, PHHT, PHHT"
"BANG, PHHHFT, BANG, BANG, PHHHFT"
The sound of gun fire and running feet coming from the direction of the camp filled the air.
The whole group took cover.
"Mr Ri -vvy -kins, MR RIVy - KiiiiiiiinS, Mr Riivy - kins where are you!" came the repetitive shout apparently from one of the owners of the approaching feet.
"Mr Rivvy Kinnns ….."
"You had to use my bloody name in front of that idiot, didn't you" hissed Rivkin at the snickering Officer Gavish.
This made her laugh even more.
A man lolloped into view massive smile on his face. Grotesque, small and round with long dreads, a large hooked nose, squint scarred mouth, grubby looking combats an eye patch and a huge grin the man nicknamed "Captain Pugwash" from the date of his childhood accident with a catapult (his mother had been a great fan of Children's hour on the BBC World Service) smiled at Officer Rivkin as Rivkin emerged from behind the Deux Chevaux.
Officer Gavish had by now descended into helpless giggles. McGee was a bit worried about her sanity. DiNozzo had decided to lower her position on his current hot Israeli Mossad Assassin babe list (she was still number two of two but her name now featured at a much lower region of than it had), all in all he thought this was probably a good thing an even slightly jealous Ziva was not an easy Ziva to be around and …
OH God he thought I hope Ziva's still alive. He joined Gibbs in attempting to glare the Mossad Officer back to normality.
Poor Gavish couldn't help it she was in the throws of hysteria all the tension of her worry over Ziva (a girl she had known and liked since their days on the Tel Aviv under 14s girls netball squad) and all the fighting with Rivkin had combined with her memories of the hilarious earlier meeting between Rivkin and Pugwash to send her over the edge. All she could think was how funny Ziva would find all this when she told her. She hoped she got the chance. This thought started to calm her down
The men slowly catching up with and surrounding "Captain Pugwash" smiled benignly at her thinking they must have arrived rather late on in the telling of a good joke.
"So Mr Rivvy- kins I ave done what you asked! I diverted the Arabs, you are pleased, yes! We must speak money now" He gave Rivkin a big smile.
Rivkin groaned….
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Ziva was having rather less fun. Rabin's attempted rescue had not gone well. Although his knife thrust into the stomach of her tormentor had given her great satisfaction it had resulted in Rabin's current comatose position next to her on the floor of a new damp, dark, desolate, rat infested cell.
As Rabin had attacked men had come running in and even Rabin could not fight the two large syringes full of filthy opiates which each man had thrust into a protruding East German buttock.
The great man lolled at her side. Come on Tony she thought …. Please…..
