Gibbs frowned, "Vance?"
"Yes . . . Do you trust him?" Gibbs paused, struggling to decide how to handle this strange situation.
"About as much as I trust you." he replied, his voice calm and level. Eli chuckled,
"Well handled, I shall take that as a no then."
"Take it however you want." Eli sighed deeply and leant back into his chair.
"You should not trust him."
"Because you say so?" Gibbs snorted,
"No because he cannot be trusted and I think that you know this."
"Why should I take your word for it? Last time I checked NCIS and Mossad were sister agencies and you and Leon seemed like that good friends." Gibbs retorted.
"Of course, and these reasons are how I have come to suspect him of being a traitor!" Eli's voice started off at its usual calm drawl but slowly built up in volume and anger, Gibbs was taken aback by the ferocity of his rage.
"What do you mean? What is going on? Where's Ziva"
"I do not want to discuss this over the phone. I have spoken to Leon and requested that you and Agent DiNozzo to return to Tel Aviv tomorrow. As far as he is aware it is in reference to the Rivkin incident."
"You want us to just come over to Tel Aviv because you order us to?"
"No, I want you to come here because I though t you would be prepared to help me destroy Director Vance the way he has destroyed my daughter!" Eli leapt to his feet and paced up and down the corridor, trying to compose himself.
"What did he do? How bad is Ziva?" Gibbs Demanded, Eli paused and looked through the window into his daughter 's hospital room, struggling to see her in amongst the various machines surrounding her, making her look frail and helpless.
"It is not good, you will see her tomorrow. I do not want to discuss this over the phone, it has become clear that Leon is extremely paranoid, I am sure he is monitoring your phone calls." he paused and turned away from the window,
"And I should take your word for all this?" Eli sighed again,
"You saw the DVD Gibbs, you saw what they did to her. Maybe it would help you trust me if you stop thinking me as the director of Mossad and started seeing me as
Ziva's father. Your flight will be leaving at 0800. That is all I can say now. I will see you tomorrow Gibbs." The line went dead, leaving Gibbs sitting alone in his kitchen.
He remained frozen for a few moments before slowly dropping his hand to the table, examining the phone closely, half expecting it to ring again and provide him with
some more information. He eventually stood up and headed towards the basement where he settled himself down and poured himself a large bourbon. He took a sip
and contemplated the recent events, trying to formulate a plan of action. How should he handle this? There was definitely something not right about Vance. He could
feel it in his gut but should he really trust Eli David? He had yet to hear anything good about the man, even from his children. Especially from his children. But he had to
see Ziva, find out what had happened to her and what the hell was going on. He closed his eyes, remembering her expression on the DVD, the pain the men had
inflicted on her. HE hated the way he had had to just sit and watch it powerlessly. All this time they had been sitting with their thumbs up their asses, waiting to hear
from her meanwhile she had been being horrifically tortured. He was furious with himself for not doing more, he had just accepted what he was told. Looking back he
could see, he could really see something wasn't right but he had just assumed it was the uncomfortable atmosphere following Rivkin's death but with the benefit of
hindsight that was obviously not the case. If doing what Eli had effectively ordered him to do meant he would be able to see her and help find out who had done this to
her then really he had no choice but to go. He briefly considered going round to Tony's to warn him of their trip, but swiftly decided against this, Tony would not be able
to control himself with the prospect of seeing Ziva. They were not meant to know of their impending journey and if Vance was as paranoid as Eli had said then he would
pick up on the change in Tony following his period of desolation. He took another sip of his drink and stood up to start work on his boat. It would help him take his mind
off the situation-there was nothing more he could do tonight.
Kind of just making this up as i go along so not sure if it sounds a little vague or aimless so let me know how you think it's going!