Notes: Thank you for the reviews!... Ok so I have decided to continue this story. It was originally a one-shot but... ehh, whatever... Keep in mind that this is my first fic so I am willing to take any criticism... just be gentle.. Oh and: thoughts... flashbacks(sort of.)
Tony sat down at his desk, replaying his conversation with Eli David in his head.
"I won't sit back and watch as the father of another woman I love takes her away from me." Another woman I love?, Tony thought, Where did that come from?
"You do realize that my daughter is not foolish enough to start a relationship with a co-worker don't you, Agent DiNozzo?", Of course I do."Something bothering you, DiNozzo?"
Tony looked up to see Gibbs in front of him, "Huh?"
"You were mumbling."
He then realized he'd spoken those words aloud, "Oh, uh, I was just thinking, boss."
"Hmm. About what?"
"Doesn't matter. Where's Ziva?" Tony changed the subject.
"Sent her out to get coffee," Gibbs replied and, after sitting down at his desk, asked, "Is he still here?"
"Is who still here?" They turned to see Ziva standing in the opening to the bullpen, carrying a tray of coffees and what they assumed to be her tea.
"McGee," Tony answered without a second thought; they were trying to keep her from her father.
Ziva set the tray down on her desk and raised her eyebrows, "He was leaving?"
"Yeah. Said he wasn't feeling well."
Ziva narrowed her eyes at Tony, not believing him but deciding to let it go for now. She picked up a coffee and set it on Gibbs's desk; he nodded his thanks. Then she sat down at her desk, sipping her tea, but hadn't even moved the computer mouse before Tony cleared his throat loudly.
She looked up at him, "Something wrong, Tony?"
"You buy three coffees and not even one is for me?"
"Give me one good reason why I should give you a coffee."
"Because I'm your partner and you love me?"
Ziva playfully glared at him, choosing to ignore his choice of words and picking up a coffee; she set it down on his desk.
"Thank you," he said before taking a sip. He spat it into the garbage pail beside his desk.
"Oh, sorry," Ziva said, not really meaning it, "here's your sugar," she threw the packets at him.
Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"Ah, Director Vance! How nice to see you, my friend," Eli said as Vance closed the conference room door and sat down at the table.
"Cut the crap, Eli. I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're here for Ziva."
"What? No friendly greeting?"
Vance said nothing.
Eli sighed, "We need her back at Mossad, Leon."
"And we need her here," Vance replied, "She's one of our best agents."
"She is my best officer."
"She's not your officer anymore."
Timothy McGee stepped off the elevator, walked into the bullpen, and sat down at his desk.
"Probie!" Tony spoke up from his desk, "Where've you been?"
"Down with Abby."
Tony raised his eyebrows, "For the past half-hour? Doing what?"
McGee glared over at his co-worker, "Not what you think."
Tony smirked but said nothing. After a minute or so of silence, McGee asked,
"Where are Ziva and Gibbs?"
"Gibbs is out getting his 5 refill of the day and Ziva went to get lunch."
McGee nodded. Then his phone rang,
"Agent McGee?" he answered, "Sure... of course, I'll be right up," he hung up and stood up somewhat nervously.
"What's going on, McNervous?"
McGee turned to look at Tony, "Director Vance wants me to escort Director David down to the lobby."
"Ooh," Tony said while making a face, "Better hurry before Ziva gets back."
"She doesn't know he's here, yet?"
"No, and we'd like to keep it that way."
"When did she leave?"
"About 5 minutes before you came up from your little rendezvous with Abby."
McGee opened his mouth to retort but decided against it before walking out of the bullpen.
"You have kids, Leon," he stated, "How would you feel if somebody tried to take them from you?"
Leon stared at the other man for a moment before responding, "I'd do everything in my power to keep them."
"So, surely you understand then, yes?"
"Partially. Except for the fact that I'm also doing everything in my power to make sure nobody would need to take them from me in the first place."
Eli scrunched his eyebrows together, "You feel the need to take her from me?"
"We feel the need to let her live!"
"You do not think she could survive in Mossad? She has being working with Mossad longer than she has with NCIS! We need her back!"
"Well that's just too damn bad!
Just then, McGee poked his head into the room,
"Sir?"
Vance stood up, Eli following suit, "Yes, Agent McGee, please escort Director David straight down to the lobby."
"Of course," McGee said and turned to Eli, trying to hide his nerves, "Please, come with me, sir."
Eli turned back to Vance one more time, "We are not finished here, Leon," and with that, followed McGee out of the room.
Ziva stood in front of the elevator, two bags of sandwiches in her hand. The door opened to reveal Tony already standing in the elevator, obviously having come up from either the morgue or Labby.
"Ziva," Tony greeted as she stepped into the metal box with him.
"Tony," she replied, struggling slightly with the sandwich bags.
"Do you, uh, want some help with those?" He said, motioning to the bags.
When Ziva raised her eyebrows he continued, "What? I was just trying to be nice."
Ziva smirked and was about to respond when the elevator doors opened to reveal McGee and her father,
"Papa?"
Crap.
A/N: Ok so cliffhanger-ish... I'm sorry. No... actually I'm not. Plus, it's a sign of weakness. ;D Anyways... so.. liked it? hated it? didnt read it? please review! :)