A/N: wow this story is going GREAT so far, guys, keep reviewing like you have been!
Ziva had hurridley pulled this "Anthony" person back into the conference room, and then rushed over to one of the angry looking officers. She explained the situation best as possible but his furious expression did not change. When she returned to the table, Anthony (or "Tony" as he had insisted) was sitting, smiling cockily at her. Ziva flumped down with a loud hmph, and began digging through her clutch for her lipgloss and third knife, which at the moment she was considering sticking in Tony.
"Now not only do I have to identify the possible kidnappers I have to watch you too. You make life much more difficult than it should be, DiNozzo." Ziva growled under her breath. He laughed and leaned back in his chair, balancing on his toes and rocking slightly.
"Look, Teresa-" he said "Teresa" too loudly and she rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh "You don't have to watch me, I'll be fine on my own." he let the chair fall forward and made it look like he was about to leave. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.
"No." she hissed "You got yourself into this you are staying in this." Her slight Isralie accent had suddenly snuck into her angry whisper. His eyebrows shot up.
"What was that accent?"
"What accent?" she asked innocently, back to her cool American twang.
"Nevermind, imagining things."
"I'll say."
A man suddenly approached the two and put a hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Junior, having fun?" he asked
"Always."
"Excellent. Ah, this must be Senator McLean's daughter." he smiled at Ziva and held his hand out. She shook it and beamed back.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. DiNozzo." she tried to sound as giggly-teenage girl as possible.
"Yes, yes, right back... to you. Oh, theres Frank." and without a word of goodbye, he was swallowed back into the crowd. Ziva's polite smile dissapeared.
"What does your father do?" she asked Tony, who looked tired. He shrugged.
"I don't know, we don't talk much."
"Hmm."
"So when are these people going to kidnap you?"
"We don't know if they will and, would you, for the love of God, keep your voice down?"
"Nope."
"You are absolutley infuriating."
"Yep."
Ziva took another quick scan of the crowd, and noticed Yetta in a corner. She nodded barely and he returned the motion. All the other adults in the room seemed to be perfectly content just chatting with one another. Ziva wondered what the event actually was. She realized she had been too quiet for too long and now this frusterating boy was staring at her.
"What?" she demanded
"Oh nothing, except those two guys over there don't look like they belong." he nodded towards the door she had come in through, and she was surprised that he was absolutley correct. Two men stood chatting quietly and glancing over towards the table they were sitting at. They were donned in black leather jackets and wearing sunglasses, even though they were indoors.
"You're right." she muttered. She looked back at Tony, who was standing.
"Want some punch?" he asked, and began to walk away. She made an impatient noise and chased after the dissapearing brown head.
"Tony!" she cried as he wound his way through the tux-donned guests. She finnally caught up to him at the refreshment table, where he handed her a champange glass. "I don't drink on duty." she said quietly. He shrugged and she returned the glass, which he took a swallow of.
"We should go back to the table." she whispered urgently. "And stay close to Senator McLean."
"'Kay." he replied and she led him back to the chair. When she had returned to her original position Tony asked: "What's your name anyways?"
"Teresa." she replied as she watched the room warily.
"No. Seriously."
"It would be easier for you if you didn't know." she said darkly. It was silent for a few more minutes. Ziva crossed and uncrossed her legs, squirming at the twinge. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she stood.
"Excuse me, be back in a moment." she said as began to turn away
"Where are you going?"
"The ladies room."
"I'll come with you." Tony said and she raised a dangerous eyebrow. "Not in with you, just to make sure Mysterious and Creepy over there don't try to kidnap you." She huffed away to the exit next to the sign that said "Restrooms" as Tony slowly trailed her.
After Ziva finished she examined herself in the bathroom mirror. Her kohl lined chocolate brown eyes blinked the same instance her reflection did. She tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind an air. Out of nowhere, she heard voices in the hallway. She crept slowly to the door and peered out, but not before slipping off her highheels. Anthony was talking to the two men she had seen inside. Ziva swore.
"Oh Teresa? Yeah, that's my girlfriend." Girlfriend? Ziva thought in wonder. "she'll be out in sec. Why do you need to talk to her again?" Tony asked.
"We just have some buisness to finish up with her." One of the men replied in a friendly tone. Ziva swore again and began pacing quickly. She couldn't kill them. She couldn't get Yetta's attention, or any other officer for that matter. If they were going to kidnap her, they would definetley search her. Another Hebrew swear word slipped out as she balanced her foot on the counter, and unhooked the ankle strap cradling her weapon. If they found a knife they would positivley think something was wrong. She threw her knife in the trashcan, and then dumped the one from her clutch. She decided it might be best to keep the one in her bra, she was doubtful they would check there. Now she pulled her best innocent teenage face on and pulled open the door, leaving her shoes behind.
"Hey hun, I was just thinkin-" she began and then feigned a startled expression when she saw the two men. "Oh, hi, sorry, uh...who are you?" she asked sweetly and stood next to Tony.
"Are you Teresa McLean?"
"Yes sir." The two men smiled at eachother.
"I think it would be best if you came with us." The man on the right said gruffly.
"Oh yeah, and would that be best?" The man on the left moved his leather jacket to the side, revealing a holstered 9mm. Ziva allowed her mouth to fall open and a gasp escape. She leaned back into Tony, pretending to need protection.
"Hey, man, I don't think-" Tony began but was cut off.
"Want to join your little girlfriend do ya, buddy?" one of the men asked and grabbed Ziva's arm and pulling her towards him roughly. She squealed and her eyes filled with fake tears.
"Please, if theres a problem, take it up with my father."
"Oh don't worry, sweetheart, we'll be doing that very soon." the man squeezed her arm a little tighter and Ziva whimpered. "Now, kid" he nodded at Tony "You best be going and find yourself another girlfriend, alrightly?"
"Uh, I don't think so." Tony said sharply. Ziva widened her eyes at him dangerously, and shook her head only the smallest amount.
"P-pleassseee, don't hurt-t-t me!" Ziva begged, in between imaginary sobs.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Look, please, just let me go get my dad and he can make this all go away." Ziva shivered as she spoke.
"If you take her, I'm going to tell someone what happened at the cops will be on your tail in 10 minutes." Tony threatened.
"This kids more trouble than he's worth." one of the men sighed. "Might as well grab him too." They lunged for Tony, while keeping their arms firmly planted on Ziva's. ZIva thought this would be an oppurtune time to start screaming. Loudly.
"HELLLLLLPPPPPP!" she screamed for a good 3 ear splitting seconds before one of the men clamped his hand over her mouth. She felt the cold barrel of a gun in her side.
"Scream again, you're dead." he shook her as he spoke. She heard the shouts of men and a few doors opening from down the hall.
"Go!" the other man bakred at Ziva's captor. They began pulling the two teens down the hall as ZIva saw a few of the Mossad men appear. Suddenly the hallway was filled with gunfire. Ziva screamed again and ducked.
At the other end of the hall, Yetta saw his men start shooting at his baby sister.
"Hold your fire! hold your fire!" he ordered. "Remember the tracking device." he said loudly, and the four others dissapeared around the corner.
A/N: OMG! What is going to happen?