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Israeli Embassy, Georgetown
The figure sat in his black SUV on the street opposite the main entry to the Israeli embassy. According to word on the street, Deputy Director David of Mossad was in town and occupying an office at the embassy. He watched as a navy blue Charger with government plates pulled into a parking spot outside the embassy building and three people stepped out, two men and a woman. He smiled as he recognised all three, especially the woman. Director Jenny Shepard of NCIS; he knew she was the Mossad assassin's partner after she lost him in Europe. She would make an excellent target after he was finished with the current one.
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Israeli Embassy – Private Lounge
"Shalom, Abraham," Jenny greeted the man sitting by the fireplace.
"Shalom, Jennifer," he returned, standing to embrace his guest. She stepped back, gesturing to the men behind her. "Deputy Director David, may I introduce Special Agents Gibbs and McGee, two of Ziva's team mates?"
Abraham stepped forward. "Ah, yes, Gibbs; Ziva speaks very highly of you; you are an excellent teacher." The team leader nodded, accepting the compliment in stride. "And McGee, I understand you're the computer genius; Ziva speaks very highly of you, also."
"Thank you, sir," he responded.
Abraham nodded. "Now Jennifer, I assume this visit is professional in nature, yes?"
She nodded grimly. "Unfortunately, it seems Ziva's past is coming back to haunt her; I assume the name Sayal El Mohabi is familiar to you?" The deputy director nodded. Jen continued. "Well, El Mohabi is alive and has killed two petty officers on the Quantico base and is now after Ziva. She's already in hiding so she doesn't know everything, but apparently El Mohabi has a score to settle with her and the rest of my agency."
Deputy Director Abraham David sighed heavily. "I knew this would happen, but I'm sorry Jennifer, there is nothing I can do to help you in this situation."
"Not even for your own daughter?" Gibbs asked, anger evident in his gruff voice.
Abraham turned to stare at Gibbs. "My daughter and I discuss her work at NCIS, Special Agent Gibbs, and nothing else. She had not worked an operation for Mossad since she was granted the liaison position at your agency. We talk once a month when she chooses to do so, not I. She may be my only surviving child, but that is not any reason for me to help her, or to help you. I do not owe her any favours."
Director Shepard sighed, subtly gesturing her hand to make Gibbs stand down. "Very well then, Abraham, it has been nice seeing you again, but we have other, more important, places to be now. And I suggest the next round of paperwork that appears on our desk concerning Ziva is signed and returned immediately if you value your position. Enjoy your time in America, and please try not to blow anything up in the vicinity of my Naval departments. Good day, Deputy Director."
Jenny turned and left the lounge, the two slightly stunned agents in her wake. They did not stop until they had reached the lobby.
"Are you sure telling David to shove it was your best option, Jen?" Gibbs asked quietly as the trio signed out and returned their visitor's passes.
Jenny shrugged. "I have done worse things to men more powerful than Abraham David. Plus, he needs me more than he cares to admit."
The beginning of that argument was broken by the familiar ringing of a cell phone.
"Yeah, Gibbs?"
"Special Agent Gibbs, I believe you are looking for me. I wouldn't try to stop my mission if I were you. The bitch will die, her lover boy too, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"El Mohabi!" Gibbs growled into the handset. "I swear, if you touch any members of my team you will not live to regret it. Understand?"
The criminal sighed. "You are the one who does not understand, Special Agent Gibbs; and tell your lovely Director that she is next."
As the connection ended, Gibbs looked in horror to Jenny. No one would die if he could help it.
No one but El Mohabi himself.
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He raised the scope of his snipers' rifle to his eye, targeting the three federal agents exiting the embassy.
Catching Director Shepard firmly in his sight, he readied himself to take the shot when a familiar ringing from the next seat broke his concentration.
"What?" he growled into the mouthpiece, watching his targets enter their car and drive away.
"The targets are being moved," a male voice said.
"Are you going to tell me where, Hawkins?"
Brad Hawkins stuttered. "Uh, standby. You'll receive communications once they arrive."
"I'd better," El Mohabi finished and disconnected the call. He shook his head. Sure, Brad Hawkins was a good mole, well placed in NCIS, but the man was an imbecile. The only good thing about him was the inside information he passed on about his targets.
Good thing the stupid man was very dispensable.