Special Agent Tony DiNozzo chuckled at her. "One of these days you have to teach me those cuss words. They sound a lot cooler than American ones."
She gave him a glare. "The situation is not funny, Tony."
Tony shifted in his seat, glancing around to make sure Probie and the Boss weren't anywhere near. "What's wrong, Zee-vah," he mispronounced the name purposely.
"Nothing."
"Come on," he pleaded, curiously peaked. "Tell me."
Ziva sighed and leaned forward. "My father. He works behind my back these days. He is in the process of talking to Vance."
Tony looked confused. "Why would Eli talk to the Director?"
She grimaced. "He wants me back in Israel."
"What?" he asked, surprised. "No."
She pointed to Vance's upstairs office. "He is going above my head."
"You don't have to go back," he told her.
"If he recalls my position I will have no choice."
"Gibbs won't let him take you."
"His choices are never asked," she said. "We split before because his opinion was not considered."
"Things have changed, Ziva. He came for you once, he'll do it again." He leaned forward. "I won't let him take you either."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You would fight Eli for me?"
He grinned. "Scout's honor."
"Ha! You were never a scout, Tony," she said but she was beginning to feel better.