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Ziva squinted in concentration, staring down the target 20 feet in front of her. She took a deep breath, and lunged. The knife, with a clunk, smacked the center with an inch off. She stood up straight and smiled at Ari and Uriah who were helping her train.

"Ziva, you are too good at this." Uriah said.

"I know." she smirked.

"Your mission is in two days, do you think you are prepared?" Ari quieried.

"Of course. I'm always prepared." her brothers rolled their eyes simotaneously as she walked to the target to unstick the projectile.

"How's your American accent doing?" Uriah asked.

"Better." she sighed "The senator, he has dark hair and dark eyes at least?"

"Yes, he is half Isralie, actually. You look very similiar." Ari assured. "Are you nervous?"

"No." Ziva lied.

"Do not worry, it will be over before you know it."

The conference hall was buzzing with conversation as Ziva walked in behind the senator and his wife. Her eyes flitted over everyone in the room, and she saw a few recognizable Mossad officers standing in the corners of doors along with some unfamiliar FBI agents. Luckily, the senators daughter was hardly ever photographed, and they were 95% sure that the kidnappers did not know what she looked like. Ziva caught a few snippets of conversations, all based on what sounded like American law disputes. She saw her "father" take a seat at a round table covered in white linen and wave her over. She sat down slowly and tried to look like an innocent teenage girl, little did anyone know, she had a knife strapped around her thigh and another in her bra. She saw the senator stand again, and look at her nervously, as though he was unsure if leaving her would be permitted. She gave him an encouraging nod and he led his wife to a pair of beautiful people. Ziva continued to look around the conference hall.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder. She spun around to stare in the face of a smiling boy her own age, maybe a little older. His smile dissapeared and his face twisted into confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" the boy demanded.

"Senator Thomas McLean's daughter."

"No you ain't." Ziva's stomach twisted in fear, and she looked down at the boys hand, which was still on her resing on her bare shoulder. He noticed and took it away quickly. "You are not Teresa McLean."

Great Ziva thought in frantic irritation I've been made in the first three minutes of my mission. She looked up at the senator who was staring at her warily. She mouthed "i'm okay" as she stood. She started to pull the boys arm through the crowd, dancing through the crowd and attempting to avoid the eys of any Mossad Officers.

"Where are we going?" the boy asked.

"I need to explain something to you." She glanced around quickly and saw a pair of double doors at the back of the hall that had the glowing EXIT sigh above them. She turned towards them and continued marching the boy forward. When she reached them she flung them open and walked into an empty hallway, except for some tacky carpeting and some tables lining the walls. She pushed the boy against the wall and stood so their noses were nearly touching.

"What the fu-" Ziva smacked her hand over his mouth.

"Shh!" she urged "I am Teresa McLean."

"N-mph y-mp -nmph t." he said muffedly. She whipped her hand away. "No your not." he repeated. She groaned and whipped her head around, checking for any eavesdroppers.

"Look. I don't know who you are, but tonight, I am Teresa McLean."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. "

"Where is she?"

"Safe."

"Are you the CIA? You look too young to be in the CIA."

"I'm not. Look, if you say anything about this, it will be a danger to the senator, his family, and to you."

"What about you?"

"Me too, I guess."

"What is going on?"

"It is not important."

"Well, I wanna know." Ziva took in the features of the boy. He was tall, well built, had shaggy brown hair, a long noise, and sparkling green eyes.

"That's nice."

"Tell me or I will tell my fath-" Ziva groaned again.

"Okay. Fine. But if you tell anyone that I told you especially any of the security I will have to kill you."

"Very James Bond." he said in a cheesy Sean Connery voice.

"The senator's daughter Teresa has had multiple threats on kidnapping and I am just a...a decoy. Do you understand?"

"Wouldn't the kidnappers know what she looks like?"

"We hope not."

"We? Who are you with."

"Not important." The boy crossed his arms and huffed. "Who are you anyways? Why are you here?" she asked

"My father is close with alot of these rich government people." Ziva considered this.

"What's your name?"

"Anthony DiNozzo. What's yours?"

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