Rifiuto: Non Miriena

"She's Metsada, isn't she?"

"The Mossad code name for that division is Komemiute, Jethro." The two shared a look; they stood on the catwalk, after having escorted the body of a sniper into autopsy, and now stood watching Tim and Ziva sitting together at his desk, talking softly over pizza and coffee. He said something that made her laugh, and she leaned over, brushing a soft kiss to his mouth.

"Whatever the hell they named it specializes in assassinations-"

"Weren't you a sniper, Gibbs?"

"You listen to me, Jen, if I have to go through Ziva to get to Ari, I will."

"You would have to go through Agent McGee, too, Jethro." He turned back to the young agent he'd- secretly- grown fond of having on his team. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the young man-

"Then I will."

"Ziva knows that, and I think, to an extent, Tim does to."

He sighed. "You really do like her, don't you?"

"She's damn good, Jethro. And I owe her. She saved my life in Cairo two years ago." Her gaze moved back to the pair; the cheese on Ziva's slice hadn't separated from the bread when she bit into it, and it strung out like cello strings- until Tim reached over and plucked at it, breaking them. With the news that Kate's funeral would be the following day, the mood was somber and still in the bullpen- or, at least, for Tony it was. Tim was too preoccupied with his childhood love to notice the older agent's mood- until Tony snapped at him and stormed off to Abby's lab. Jenny sighed, moving away from Gibbs, heading for the stairs. "Ziva?"

The pair turned as Jenny came down the stairs, Gibbs behind her. The back elevator dinged, and Tony stepped out, Abby in tow. "Yes, Jenny?" Everyone noticed as the young woman instantly set her slice down on the paper plate.

"Deputy Director David is on teleconference for you." Tim's ears perked up.

"He is?" Everyone turned to him. "Director, may I?"

"If it's all right with Ziva."

The young woman glanced at him, before leaning close. "He asked about you before I left. How about we let him know that everything is okay between us?" At Tim's slow grin, Ziva kissed him, hopping off the desk and grabbing her things, taking his hand and tugging him from his chair.

Seeing this as his opportunity, Tony jogged at the pair, suddenly curious at to who the director was and his obvious relationship with McGee. "Director David? Wouldn't be... Daddy, would it?" He glanced at Tim. "Or... Daddy-in-law for you, McGeek?" Tim glared at him.

"I'll have you know, Tony, that David is a common Israeli name."

"Just as McGee is a common Irish name." Ziva added, tugging on his hand. Tony stopped; he, Abby, Gibbs and Jenny watched in silence as the pair sprinted up the stairs towards MTAC, soon disappearing behind the heavy door.

"What did Israel do, lose a nuke?" Gibbs sighed, watching as his agent disappeared with the Mossad officer.

"According the Director David, Israel doesn't have nukes. They have a power plant in Dimona, and a small amount of plutonium is missing."

"Wait, Hamas is making a bomb?"

"Hamas has core, DiNozzo, but no detonator. Apparently, Ari was supposed to buy the kryton trigger and deliver it to the cell with the plutonium-"

"And right as he does, Mossad grabs him."

"But Ari's behind schedule, so naturally, Mossad's getting nervous. Which is why Director David is right this instant ordering Ziva to cooperate."

"He her daddy? And... where does McGee fit into all this, Boss?"

Gibbs sighed. "I have no idea, DiNozzo, I didn't ask."

Once the door to MTAC closed behind them, Ziva led Tim to the screen, where her father was waiting. She took a deep breath, squeezing his hand. "Shalom, Abba."

Eli looked up, relieved to finally see his daughter. "Ah, Zivaleh, I-" But he stopped, when Tim stepped up beside her. "Ah, I see you have found Timothy." She nodded. "You have certainly grown up since I last laid eyes upon you, Tim."

The young agent blushed. "Shalom, Director. It's good to see you again."

"I see you two have finally returned to each other, after a rather... long separation." The couple shared a glance.

"That would be my fault, Director. I..." Tim stopped, glancing at Ziva. "I had a little trouble... deciding what I wanted in my life. Unfortunately, Ziva was one of the things that fell to the wayside as I tried to figure it out." He pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "But not anymore. She's back in my arms and that's all that matters at the moment."

Eli watched with a soft smile as the couple shared a soft kiss, momentarily becoming lost in each others' gaze. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "Then perhaps we can discuss the plans for your marriage at a later date." The couple groaned softly on the other end of the conference. "But for now, there are more pressing matters at hand." He sat back, folding his hands before him. "You need to bring him in, Ziva. Talk to him; he has never resisted you- either of you."

Ziva glanced at Tim, knowing her father was right. When it came to her and Tim, Ari had always held a soft spot for the pair, going out of his way to keep a close eye on them and protect them, even if it inconvenienced him in some way. He had always looked after them both, from the moment they met Tim- which made her brother's words sting all the more. "So... you would like me to bring Tim along, Abba?"

"If he agrees to it, yes. Ari must be dealt with, and Ziva, you must cooperate with NCIS. They will not hand Ari over easily."

"We won't hand him over at all if Gibbs gets his hands on him." Tim whispered, meeting Eli's gaze.