Next chapter is up. Yay me. Lot has been happening for me over the last few days, but I managed to get this chapter up. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Ten:
Eyes on the Embassy
The ride from NCIS to the Israeli Embassy was a quiet affair. Despite Tony's attempts to make small talk with Tali and Ziva, his conversation fell on dead ears. He glanced over at Ziva as he pulled into the Embassy parking lot. She was sitting stoically, her mind elsewhere throughout the ride. Tony could tell that she was trying to get her feelings in check before she walked in.
Tony put the car in park and reached over to squeeze Ziva's hand in quiet reassurance. She squeezed back gently in response and got out of the car, still not saying a word to him. He watched her back side as she walked out of the parking lot and disappeared into the Embassy doors.
Tony took to scanning the area around him, checking for any suspicious activity. He could see the cars moving down the street, various people milling about their business on the sidewalk. A few cars and taxi cabs pulled up every once in a while as he watched. Off to his right, a man leaned on his car, arguing in some language that Tony's ears could not pinpoint though he was loud enough for Tony to hear.
Tony's gaze had moved on from the man with the cell when he felt Tali tugging on his arm sleeve. "What's wrong, Tali?"
"That man talking on the phone just said some bad words in Arabic," she whispered.
"So?"
"He is talking about Mossad and 'that David whore.' What is he talking about, Dod Tony?"
Tony silently swore. He had an idea what the man was talking about. He whipped out his cell phone and sent a quick text message to Ziva. Then he snapped a quick pick of the man and dialed Gibbs.
"Gibbs, Hamas is staking out the Embassy. I do not know if they have ID'ed Ziva yet. I saw a man arguing over a cell phone. Tali told me it was Arabic, and he was saying some bad words about Mossad and the 'David whore.'"
"That doesn't prove anything DiNozzo. David is a common surname in Israel. You better have better proof than that."
"I know Boss," Tony replied. "Hang on a second, Tali wants something."
"Dod Tony, he just said Ima's name!"
"Did you get that, Gibbs?" Tony asked.
"Yeah."
"I got a pic of him. I'm going to send it to Abby."
"Good." Gibbs hung up.
"Did I do something bad? Ima always said it was not nice to snoop on other's conversations."
"Your Ima was right. But this time, you did very good. Ima would be very proud of you."
"I miss her." The tears started flowing down Tali's cheeks once more.
"I know you do. But I'm sure she wouldn't want you to cry about it." Damn, he was no good at comforting children. What was he trying to do? "She would want you to be a big girl, right?"
"Ken."
Tony smiled at her. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. Auntie Ziva and Uncle Tony will take care of you and Jakob."
Ziva entered the Embassy and automatically found the welcome desk. A woman was sitting at the desk, speaking over the phone in Hebrew. Ziva waited patiently for her to finish.
"Ziva David. I am here to see Officer Bashan."
The lady turned to her phone again. "Go right on up Miss David. He has been expecting you."
"Toda." Ziva walked to the elevator and pressed the floor number for Officer Bashan's level.
She spent the elevator ride once again trying to keep her feelings in check. She was fully composed when she stepped out.
"Miss David?" the secretary asked. Ziva nodded. "Go right on in. Officer Bashan is expecting you."
"Toda," she stiffly replied as she stepped into the office. Michael Bashan greeted her with a hug.
"Ziva I am glad to see you well. I trust that Zavi and her kids made it to you safely?"
"The kids are safe, yes. Zavi died before I could save her." Ziva drooped her head down slightly, trying to control herself.
"Ziva, I am so sorry for your loss. I always considered you and your sister my own and loved you just as much."
"I appreciate that Michael," Ziva replied.
"You came for Zavi's belongings, yes?"
"Yes."
"I will have someone send them straight away. If you will excuse me."
Michael left to attend to the matter at hand. Ziva took a seat in front of his desk. She jumped ever so slightly as her cell phone vibrated. She flipped her cell open and saw the text from Tony.
Being watched. Be careful. T.
Ziva flipped her phone shut as Michael returned. "Zavi's luggage is being sent to the lobby. Take care of those children Ziva."
"I will. Shalom, Michael."
Michael hugged her once more and sent her back down to the lobby. She quickly grabbed Zavi's stuff and left the Embassy.
Okay, a little bit of a filler and a bit dull I will admit. But at least it is up. Next chapter will be up soon. Cheers, Maylee