It was Monday morning at 0700. I never usually come to work this early on Mondays. I hate Mondays. After a great weekend of nothing but sleep and movies comes a day of nothing but work. I walked into the bullpen half undressed and my hair looked like a birds nest. I could hardly make out who was sitting at McGee's desk but then I realized it wouldn't be anyone else but Probie. I slouched down in my chair muttering things about how much I hate Mondays and scooted over to the file cabinet. When I opened the bottom drawer, I found my mug, my week old bottle of water and my month old toothbrush. I filled the cup, swirled my tooth brush around the water and began to clean my teeth. I could feel Probie staring at me. I didn't like it so I glared at him and his innocent eyes averted back to his work but he was still disgusted by what his eyes had just seen. It wasn't until I was done complaining and I looked presentable enough to be considered an employee that works in a federal office building, did McGee finally decide to finally speak.

"Uh… The director wants to see you." He said shyly in the fear that I would do something to him.

"Why does the director want to see me?" I growled.

"Um. I don't. Know." He said quietly.

I leapt up from my seat angrily.

"You don't know? Why the hell don't you know? You're a nerd aren't you? Aren't You supposed to know everything?" I walked slowly up to him. I feel bad for doing this to him. He blubbered on about how the director wasn't being specific. But I was still suffering from the effects of the early Monday morning wake up call courtesy of my ear piercing alarm clock that I bought to help me wake up and not fall back asleep and I heard nothing he had to say.

I muttered to myself angrily and stomped off to the directors office. I was nervous. 'What could the new director possibly want from me?' I thought. 'I'm getting fired. Most definitely. For coming to work like this. She saw me somehow and now I'm getting sacked. Great.' I thought for sure I was getting fired. When I walked in, Cynthia was at her desk. She was on call with someone. She gestured for me to sit down on the sofa and wait for the Director. I waited. And waited and waited and waited. I was nervously tapping my foot on the carpet and playing with my fingers staring at the door which had yet to open. After about five minutes which to me felt like five long days, the Director finally emerged from her office. She was a beautiful young woman with ginger red hair. She was slim and she wore expensive business clothes.

"Agent DiNozzo?" She asked. I felt like I was in a Doctors office.

"Uh. Yes. That's me." I said nervously. She smiled at me.

"Come on in." She said kindly.

I got off the sofa and followed her into her office. I shut the door behind me and stood in front of her desk.

"Nervous?" She teased.

"Me? No. I don't get nervous." I answered defensively.

She chuckled.

"Do you know why you're here Agent DiNozzo?" She asked.

"No clue Director." I answered.

"It's Jenny when we're not around anyone else."

I thought that was a bit strange but I complied.

"Have a seat." She got up and she walked to the conference table and took a seat. I did the same.

"Tony. You are here because I need your help." She explained.

I thought it was strange that she said my first name when I hardly knew her. I was keen on being on her good side so I played along.

"Of course. Anything." I said in a loyal tone.

"I need your help to catch an Israeli Mossad operative. He's been here to the US recently. Mossad needed help on catching an American who killed one of their own. We complied with them but now I suspect that he has been selling classified information to our enemies."

"You have solid evidence of this accusation?" I was afraid of the answer.

"No. However, I can't think of anyone else who would commit espionage against our country."

"Who am I handling?" I asked.

Jenny walked to her desk and pulled out a classified folder from the drawer of her desk but before she let me see it, she had to clarify something with me.

"Before I let you see this, this conversation stays in this room understood?"

I nodded. Satisfied with my response, she dropped the file in front of me. I opened it. Curious about what my Op was going to be about. It made me feel like I was James Bond doing a top secret mission for MI6. When I saw who was in the file, I wasn't sure I was looking at it properly. I needed to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I looked up at Jenny who was standing over me.

"Are you sure this is right?" I asked. Confused. Hoping she got it wrong.

"Yes. This is who you're handling."

I frowned. This was not just a random Mossad operative. This was the director of Mossad.