I AM SORTA LEARNING NEW LANGUAGES, YAY FOR ME.

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"Hotch!" Kate yelled, slamming into his chest. She was trying to hold him back form killing Frank. Rossi was checking Donovan over, wiping the blood off his lip.

"What the hell is your problem!" Frank growled. The others stood on the side.

Hotch was trying to get past Kate. "I trusted you with her and what happened?! You let her get kidnapped!"

"I did not let her get taken Hotchner! It just happened alright! I'm sorry!" Frank said. "I already blamed myself for it and still do! I can't change what happened!"

"No, but I swear you come near her again and I kill you!" Hotch threaten.

Kate cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "Aaron that is enough!" Hotch stared wide eyed at her. "It wasn't Frank's fault. We didn't even know the killer knew we were there. There was no way in knowing he was going to try something so risky. You cannot blame him."

"But-"

"No, buts Aaron. I am safe and alive all thanks to him and the detectives." Kate assured. "Now please calm down." Taking a deep breath, he slowly nodded. "Good now both of you make peace."

Frank just glared at Hotch, as he walked closer. Holding his hand out he sighed. "I apologize Frank, but got to understand."

Frank just stared, when he felt a slap on the back of the head. Turning to look behind him he met Rossi's glare. "Don't be a child and accept it."

With an eye roll he shook hands. "I do, but don't ever put your hands on me again Hotchner."

"Don't let my wife get taken again, then." Hotch retorted.

Frank dropped the hand, pushing past him he walked over to JJ. "You going to hit me as well?" JJ smiled, giving him a shake of the head and pulling him into a hug. "You have any idea how much I missed you."

"And here I thought you would be busy with all those L.A girls." JJ teased.

Frank groaned, kissing her neck. "You should have seen detective Reese."

"Frank!" JJ gasped.

"Kidding, besides she's into white red heads." Frank laughed. "How are Henry and Allison?"

"Both missing you. Henry has asked nonstop for the last two days. As for Allison it appears she can't sleep without her father in the house." JJ grumbled.

"let's go see them." Frank held her close. Glancing back at the team they were all gathered around Kate. They won't be missed, besides Frank meant when he said they need to back off. Once they arrived home, he spent the day with Henry and Allison. Reid stopped by at around seven to check on JJ, Frank held back any dislike focusing on his kids. After he left and the kids were put to bed, JJ pulled him into the bedroom.

As he laid in bed, his mind worked overtime. His problems weren't over yet and he knew that, he wasn't sure how to fix them. Rivok had called him yesterday saying it was urgent and it was something concerning his family. He wasn't sure what, but it got him curious. After his father took his little brother. Frank thought he too was given to mossad, but Rivok said he was lost in action three years before he joined. Ahmed was one of the youngest mossad agents at that time, used for missions grown man could not pull off. He doubted they found him, but what else could she be talking about. To top it off he still had to come to a decision on his job with NCU. Keep it or leave it, if he kept it would lead to a whole lot of problems. JJ would have to decide on staying or going with him and he didn't want to force her into anything. If he left, what would he do? Get another job? In what? He couldn't just get a job as a team leader or top ranking officer just like that. He wouldn't mind working his way up, but let's just say he wasn't good at being ordered around anymore. He also had to deal with Sam, the intel he was given said he was still in the states. Why he didn't know, but something told him that even Rivok didn't know. Oh my god! Frank remembered Ziva. She was going to kill him! Not only that, but her kid must be at least two going onto three by now. With a groan he rubbed his face, 'My life is going down the drain!'

JJ draped her hand over his stomach, laying her head on his chest. "Shhh...You think too loud." Her voice barely audible.

Kissing her on the head he sighed. "Sorry babe." He waited a few moments, before sliding off the bed and not waking her up. Grabbing his pants and shirt he walked out of the room and into his office. Taking a seat, he stared at him phone. If he made this call, there will be no turning back. This could either ruin everything he has built and gotten or it could give him something he has looked for, for years. Taking a deep breath, he pressed send.

"Agent Levine, it took you while to call back." Rivok sassed. "Are you ready to get back to work?"

Frank glanced at the picture on his desk of JJ and the kids. Closing his eyes, he sighed. "Consider me readmitted."

"Wonderful! We will try and keep you within the state lines and close countries, but remember this job can take you places." Rivok smiled. She was more than thrilled, she now had one of her best and loyal agents back. The agency took a big hit when he resigned, but now, now it was all going to be better. Now she knew she must also listened to what he has to say, Levine wasn't the young always looking to please boy from before. Now he was a man with his own will and direction. She didn't want another incident like with Sam "As always your family will be guarded and protected, while you are away."

"They can't know." Frank said sternly.

Rivok chuckled. "I know Eyal, everything you had benefits and earnings will be reassigned to you once more."

"The money is to be transferred into the same account as always." Frank ordered.

"Very well, now expect a package tomorrow at 12pm. There you will receive your identifications and paperwork. Some are old ones, but the rest are all new. You will receive the mission as how you always have, only this time it will be someone else passing it over."

"Understood."

"Good night agent Levine and welcome back."

Frank clicked, holding his head in his hands. He might just have ruined his life once more. Grabbing his laptop, he inserted a flash drive. Account numbers and codes flashed thru the screen. Frank had twelve different accounts under his name. each one was based in a country he had work in, manly the repeated countries. Moscow held two, Russia held two, Paris held two more, Turkey held two, Afghanistan, Israel, and now Virginia. Each account held no less than 50grand, he could honestly say he was around the price of Rossi. But Frank never really when he resigned to Mossad and the CIA touched the money, only when needed. He lived off his paycheck, but now he was. He had people he took care of, who didn't know he was. Some were families of the ones he has killed, just because they did wrong didn't mean the family's had to pay. Most of them never knew what they were up to. So he always made sure he would send enough money every month for them.

Moving the accounts around he canceled one in Russia, Paris, and Moscow and transferred them into the one in Virginia. This will only for JJ and the kids use, going back into this he needed to make sure they had a source of income. He wasn't about to leave them unprotected. He will then make sure to leave the account numbers and passwords for her to find, if anything was to happen to him. After having everything set up he decided it was too late to go back to bed, so he started up breakfast. Also giving Ziva a call wouldn't hurt.

"Hello?" Gibbs answered.

Frank tossed the egg shells to the trash, as he placed the phone on speaker. "Agent Gibbs?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Frank Donovan."

"Ahh! Frank how are you?" Gibbs laughed.

"I'm alright." Frank answered pulling the toast out of the toaster. "Is Ziva around?"

"Yeah, one moment."

He knew he was going to get a tongue lashing, but he did deserve it. Besides he wanted to know how she was and how was the baby doing.

"Hello?" Frank froze. "Hello!"

"Hey neshema." Frank whispered.

"Frank?" A small gasp was heard.

"Yeah, its me."

"Oh my god Frank! You son of a bitch! Where in the hell have you been! It's been two years Donovan, two! You think I don't know you left JJ? Or that you were working for the CIA again! What the hell is the matter with you!? Not only that, but have me worried sick all this time, wondering if your alive or dead!" She then began yelling in their native language. Frank hadn't heard someone talk that fast in Hebrew, since his mother.

"Neshema stop!" Frank yelled. "I'm sorry okay, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I am making up for my mistakes. Listen I was calling to see how you and the baby are."

Ziva sighed. "I'm good, better now that I know you're okay. Little Eyal is doing great, he's turning three in three months."

Frank was surprised. "Eyal?"

"Yeah, Gibbs and I decided to name him that. I owe you so much Frank, you saved my life so many times." Ziva giggled.

Frank laughed. "Hey I need to see you. When can you come to Virginia?"

"I can call you back and let you know. Listen I have to go, Eyal is getting fuzzy." Ziva said.

"Alright, talk to you soon."

Just as he hung up the phone, it rang once more. Turning off the stove, he frowned at the unknown number.

"Hello?"

"ايال لافين . سأكون معالج الخاص بك." The man spoke in Arabic.

Frank sighed, his Arabic was rather rusty. "من فضلك أنا يتيح التحدث باللغة الإنجليزية أو الروسية . انه من الاسهل بكثير لمواكبة. أنا لست جديدا في لغتي العربية."

The man chuckled. "Россия является. Я думал, что арабский язык лучше всего подходит для вас. Только Моссад и у меня будет новый номер. Я позвоню тебе после того, как вы получаете пакет."

Frank didn't see JJ walking up behind him. "очень хорошо я буду ожидать вашего звонка в ближайшее время . пожалуйста, скажите rivok я буду говорить с ней в ближайшее время. Прощай."

"Who was that?" JJ asked, causing Frank to jump.

"Jesus JJ!" Frank gasped.

JJ frowned. "what's the matter? Who was that on the phone and why were you speaking Russian?"

Frank shrugged. "It was an old friend." Seeing the look of suspicion on her he sighed. "It was nothing JJ, don't worry about it. You want breakfast?"

"Frank." JJ said sternly.

"JJ enough okay." Frank huffed, dropping the plate of food on the table a little too hard. "It was just a friend. Nothing to fuzz over alright. Now please sit down and eat, you are carrying a child." Leaving her alone he went in search of Henry and Allison. JJ was taken back by his reaction, but let it pass as anger for what Hotch did last night.

After the kids ate and went off to school, frank sat in the living room cleaning his guns. He was going to need most of his equipment shipped to him. He needed to buy a safe along with some new toys. He had already rented a storage room under the name of his alias, for quick use and meetings. he was going to have to be careful, being around profilers and FBI. He also had to make sure none of his missions were mixed in with the feds cases. JJ had gone to work earlier, which gave him the house to himself with only Allison.

At 12 he found a package on the steps. No name, no sign, nothing just a clear yellow folder. Taking It inside he set it on the table, opening it he found two passports, and a phone. Car keys and apartment keys. He figured they were for his cover, so he had to check them out.

One passport was George Bushman, age 38 arts dealer. This was a well know name within his contacts and friends. He was good with art and sculptures it was also the one he used the most. The second one was new, Albert Hans age 40, professional bodyguard. It came with a list of all VIP names of who he had protected. This will come in handy for the more enrollment cases.

His handler called a few moments later explaining, that his new mission will be sent to him tomorrow at 4pm. A handler was the one to keep tabs on him within the mission. They must provide back up when needed and have all the right and new info the agent might need. It was an in and out case. A piece of cake for Frank. In the meantime, he put everything to the side and took care of his daughter. After she was put to sleep, he walked out spotting a couple of men standing around. He had them huddled up to him.

"Listen I don't care if I see you, but make sure my wife and her team don't. You all have pictures of who can and can't come near her or my home. Please stay out of sight." Frank said. The agents nodded.

Putting Allison in the car seat he drove to the address he was given with the keys. Arriving he frowned at the place. It was house, a two story house. Why? Grabbing the note on the door he smiled. The house was given to him under the name of Rivok. This was for a quick getaway and a safe place for his family if the occasion was to ever appear. After a small tour, he drove back home to find a Lexus parked in the drive-way.

One of the agents walked up to him. "This is the car director Rivok ordered to be sent sir. Modifications were made."

"Thank you john." With a shake of his head he walked back into the house. Putting Allison in the playpen he fell onto the couch. This was all happening to soon. How was he going to explain the new car in the drive-way? And if she sees one of the guards, he's dead meat. Not only that, but he would have to come up with good excuses for his absence on cases. Oh god! "I just hope I'm doing the right thing." He wasn't in need of money. He had enough to live his, JJ's and his kid's life, but he needed to do something. Working for Mossad once more could lead him to finding his little brother.

The sound of a car approaching pulled him out of his thoughts, looking out the window he sighed at the sight of JJ with the team. "Those guys never get a hint." Taking a seat, he made sure nothing was left out, before JJ opened the door.

"Hey." She greeted.

"Hi, what's going on?" He asked. Gesturing towards the others, his mood getting worse.

JJ gave him an apologetic look. "Hotch wanted to make up for hitting you and he thought a grill out would be good." Frank just shrugged. "Where is Allison?"

"She's in the playpen, Henry called after school. He will be staying with a friend for the night." Frank answered. Following the others out to the backyard he froze as everyone looked at the guns on the table. "Oh shit."

"Frank what?" JJ gestured to the weapon.

"Ahh, I forgot I had it out. I was cleaning it out, when Allison woke up I forgot about it." Frank explained as he began dismantling it and placing it into its case.

"Why do you have a sniper?" Morgan demanded.

Frank rolled his eyes. "I've had it for years. Who knows it might come in handy on cases. Besides a very good friend of mine gave it to me." Closing the case, he locked it with a code. Frank would have to lock it in the car, later on. For now, he had to relax and focus on JJ. He was rather shocked, Frank was never to fidget with anything, let alone be so reckless with his stuff. He was going to need some alone time later on.

As they gathered around Frank stayed a bit apart from the group. He knew Hotch was still pissed at him, then you had Reid and Morgan standing beside him. Looking around he smiled, JJ and the girls were playing with Allison. Henry and Jack were off playing with the dogs. Rossi was at the grill making motions for him to walk over. With a sigh he did as asked.

"What's up?" Frank asked taking a swing from his beer.

Rossi raised an eyebrow. "You tell me. When did you get protection?"

Frank frowned. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh so you had no idea plus 5 men were watching you house? Two from what I could tell carrying automatic weapons. One in the trees and the others walking around." Rossi named them out.

Frank sighed. "Look I plan on going back to work real soon. I will have to travel and I do not feel comfortable leaving JJ and the kids alone, so I had protection put up."

"You know most people contract a security system or use dogs." Rossi said.

"Security systems can be hacked and forgotten to turn on, besides by the time someone responds it could be late. Dogs either they get won over by food or get killed." Frank said. "So I am going with this option, it is the only way I can be sure they won't get harmed."

Rossi agreed, the man made sense. "You are correct, but you do know JJ will hate this."

"Which is why I am going to ask you not to tell her anything. I'll tell her when the moment is right." Frank begged.

Rossi sighed, what is it with him and Hotchner that get to him. "Alright, I'll keep quiet." He then lifted a piece of meat. "Steak?"

"No thanks." Leaving the older man, he took his seat once more. His phone ranged at that moment, only it was his work phone. 'oh shit.' He couldn't walk again or JJ will start asking questions once more, and he couldn't just answer with them all around here. Plus, he was sure Emily understood Russian.

TRANSITION:

Eyal Lavine. I am your handler.

Please allow me to speak in English or Russian. It's much easier to keep up. I'm not fresh on my Arabic.

Russian it is. I thought that the Arabic language is best suited for you. Only Mossad and I will have the new number. I'll call you after you get the package.

very well I will be expecting your call soon. please tell Rivok I will talk to her soon. good bye.