Hello my wonderful readers! I'm so sorry this is late! I am a terrible updater.. Well, anyways I won't bore you with a long author's note but I would like to thank those of you who have faithfully reviewed and/or added this to your Story Alerts! So, thank you! Alright, here's Chapter 10. Read, review, and enjoy please! :)
Chapter 10
NCIS HQ, Director's office-
After leaving Abby's lab, Gibbs and Tony took the elevator up to the squad room and then ascended the stairs, heading towards the Director's office.
"Come on in." Vance said dryly as the two entered, without knocking as usual. What was he going to do about Gibbs and his team? He sighed and waited to hear what they had to say.
"We need to talk to the Director of Mossad." Gibbs stated, his tone firm and demanding.
"May I ask why, Agent Gibbs?" Vance questioned. Gibbs walked closer, issuing one of his bone-chilling stares.
"Why do you think,Leon?!" Gibbs shouted. "His daughter's missing and we have evidence that proves some…Ex-Mossad guy's got her!" Gibbs slammed his fist down on the Director's desk, continuing to glare until Vance sighed and stood up.
"Fine, Gibbs. I'll see what I can do. It may take a while though-"
This time is was Tony that spoke. "What? Why?!" he asked, throwing his arms in the air and giving Vance his own version of a Gibbs-stare.
"Because, Agent DiNozzo, I can't just hop right online and start chatting. I have to get through to him first." Vance walked over and opened the door for the two agents. They made their way out, him following closely behind. "And then there's the matter of whether Director David will even talk to you."
Gibbs would have head-slapped the man if it didn't mean he'd get fired. Instead, he answered his phone that began to ring from inside his pocket. "Gibbs.", he stated gruffly.
"Gibbs!" he pulled the phone away from his ear as Abby shouted through the line. "We found something! It's big." Gibbs flipped his phone shut and gestured for Tony to follow him as he blew past Cynthia and out the door.
Abby's lab-
The elevator moved much too slowly for Gibbs's liking. When he and Tony arrived in the lab, they found Abby bouncing nervously from foot to foot and McGee still typing away at a computer.
"This better be really big, Abs." Gibbs told the caffeine-high scientist. He moved closer as she nodded quickly and pointed at the screen of the computer not occupied by McGee.
"It is. Look, Gibbs." She turned, clicking her mouse and bringing up a picture of Akim Chazan, the man they were desperately trying to locate.
"Yeah, Abby, that's Chazan. We already know what he looks like. What's so big about that?" Tony asked, also moving closer.
"Look at the name, Tony." Abby moved her pointing finger to a name listed just below the photograph on-screen.
"Michael Anderson?", Gibbs read.
"Yes, Gibbs. Michael Anderson. Chazan's living under a false name." Abby turned her back to them, bringing up some more information on the computer as she spoke. "Anderson has only existed since earlier this year. I'm thinking that he only keeps his alias for about a year and then he changes it and removes all traces of his previous one."
"How'd you find Michael Anderson?" Tony asked.
"I ran Chazan's picture to see if I could find anything. Maybe a mug shot or a business photo, but it came up with this. McGee's been trying to find a last-known location on Anderson but-"
"I got it!" McGee interrupted, raising his arms above his head triumphantly. "I found his address, Boss!" McGee turned, smiling and holding up a sheet of paper.
Gibbs snatched it from his hand, gave Abby a quick peck on the cheek and turned on his heel, making a beeline for the elevator. "Good work, Abs!" he called over his shoulder as passed through the doorway.
Tony and McGee ran after him once they heard the ding! of the elevator. They made it in just before the doors slid shut, sighing in relief. Gibbs just smirked as the elevator began rise.
The basement-
The metallic click of a gun woke Ziva from her light sleep. She stifled a yawn and glanced up at the burly Israeli standing before her.
"Chazan.", she greeted him coldly. She shifted her position in the cold metal chair but realized it was a bad idea when searing pain shot through her entire body. Wincing noticeably, Ziva barely managed to hold back a gasp.
"So," Chazan began. He spun the loaded gun in his hand and watched with satisfaction as the light from the bulb above him glinted off the smooth, shiny surface of the barrel. "Ziva David. Have you made your decision?" Chazan stopped spinning the gun and leaned forward, pressing it against of Ziva's knees. She locked eyes with him and glared a glare that would have made Gibbs proud.
After an entire minute, Ziva exchanged her death glare for an amused grimace and answered his question. "No, Akim. I will not help you. You know that you will never get away with this, yes?"
Infuriated, Chazan pulled back his gun and shoved Ziva's chair backwards. The chair tipped and her head made a loud thump! as it hit the hard basement floor. The last thing Ziva heard before her world went black was the echo of a shot ringing out in the small, damp room.
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~NCIS-Ziva-Abby