Rifiuto: Non Miriena

She moved closer to him, taking another sip before setting her glass down, a look of determination on her face. She was going to figure this out if it killed her. And then she would make Ellie Bishop pay. "I take it you two are... friends?"

He met her gaze, pulling away and taking a seat at his desk. "We knew each other when we were both rookie agents. Ellie's a good friend and an even better ally. I'm lucky she's willing to work with NCIS."

"But there is nothing between you? Romantically?"

Tim didn't dignify that with a response; he heard the truth behind the question and knew she was fishing and refused to play such a game. Instead, he set his glass down, turning to the paperwork before him. She watched him for several minutes. Even if he said that there was nothing going on between himself and Director Bishop, that didn't mean that there could, at one point, be something going on between them. And as far as she was concerned-

He belongs to you.

"Tim."

A moment passed, before he quickly met her gaze. "What is it, Director David?"

So they were back to that, were they? He'd clearly seen the look she'd thrown Ellie when the NSA director left, and he wasn't going to dignify her jealousy with a response; it was only going to make things worse and start a fight, and he wasn't willing to start a fight. He knew better than to feed into a woman's jealousy; he'd learned that in college, the hard way.

Her response was to move around the desk, push his paperwork out of the way, and kiss him deeply. It startled him, but only for a moment, and he deepened the kiss, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. The kiss deepened, and Ziva slid a hand between the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing the first two. They drank each other in for several minutes before he pushed her away. "What is it, what is wrong?"

His green eyes met hers. "I'm not feeding your jealousy, Ziva."

"Who said anything about jealousy?"

He stopped her, pulling away as she leaned close to kiss him again. "I recognize the game, Ziva. There is nothing going on between Ellie and I; we're good friends and that's all. Now if you'll excuse me." He nudged her off his lap; she stood, and he returned to his paperwork. She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear.

"Does she know that you belong to me?" She whispered, before stalking out of the office in a huff.

Tali looked up as her sister came down the stairs, having just left Director McGee's office. She'd finally composed herself enough to return to the bullpen, but hadn't been able to focus on the work she needed to get done; instead, her mind had gone to the conversation with her sister, and she'd stewed about it the entire time-

Ziva's dark eyes darted towards her as she stalked past, headed for the elevator. Taking a deep breath, the younger David stood, moving around her desk. "Ziva?"

Slowly, the Mossad director turned; something flashed in her dark eyes, something Tali recognized, and though she cowered slightly, she didn't let it stop her from continuing. Not again.

"Ziva, we need to talk. Are you-"

But before she could finish, the older woman strode back, grabbed her arm and yanked her into the elevator. The doors closed behind them, and after several moments, the director pushed the button that stopped the elevator mid-floor. Once the elevator had stopped moving, the director turned to her sister. "What is it, Talia?"

The agent swallowed, giving herself time to gather her thoughts. "Are you sleeping with Director McGee?"

Ziva quickly rolled her eyes. "Not this again, Talia."

"Are you, or aren't you? It's a simple question, Ziva. It's not that hard. Yes or no."

"And if I am?" She snapped back, meeting her sister's gaze.

"Are you only doing it to get information on Ima's case? Because you think he can help you-"

"He said he would be able too-"

"So you're only using Director McGee to get what you want, is that it? God, Ziva! Director McGee is kind and hardworking and he cares about his agents and his agency! And you are going to destroy him like you destroy everything you touch!"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out in the stopped elevator, and Tali quickly covered her cheek with her hand, a look of shocked horror on her face. A glimmer of surprise flickered in Ziva's dark eyes before it faded, though it was evident that the action had stunned the director. Never, never had she laid a hand on Tali- guided her firmly with a hand on her upper arm, forcefully held her back- but never had she hit her like she'd just done. She'd always treated Tali as though she were spun glass, being firm but gentle-

The agent scrambled away from her sister, until she'd literally backed herself into a corner of the elevator, as far from her sister as she could get. Her cheek stung, and tears began to form in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. "Tali, I-"

But in the few moments it took for Ziva to get those two words out, the younger woman had lurched forward and slammed her fist against the emergency button; the elevator started up again, heading back towards the bullpen. The doors opened and the younger girl rushed out, hurrying to her desk and grabbing her things with a hurried excuse to Gibbs. As Ziva stepped out of the elevator, Tali glanced at her as she passed, a look of distrust, pain and mild anger crossing her face as she made a mad dash for the stairs, disappearing from sight.