Chapter 2
Ziva walked down the NCIS hallway. Tony was already at his desk, awaiting her arrival. She had been in the bathroom washing her face off. Now, it seemed as if she never broke the news to Tony.
"Feeling better?" asked Tony. She nodded and walked to her desk while waiting for Gibbs to come down from MTAC. Since McGee was gone, she figured that he was up there too. Her phone rang, and it was not who Ziva had expected.
"Ziva David?" the voice on the other side of the line said. It sounded Israeli, so she figured it was a condolence call. "Yes?" Ziva responded. "This is Malachi Ben-Gidon, Ziva. I'm calling on behalf of Mossad." the Mossad agent said. Ziva was not expecting a call from Mossad of all places. "Hello. Malachi. Can I help you?" she said impatiently. "Yes, Ziva, you can. I must speak with your Director as soon as possible." said Malachi. "Okay, we will talk in MTAC. 25 minutes from now, we will be there. "Thank you, Ziva. I will be waiting." he said before he hung up. Ziva put down the receiver, and saw Tony's curious look. "What does Mossad want?" he asked, unable to hold back. Ziva took a deep breath, then said, "To talk to Vance." She went upstairs to MTAC, and went inside.
Luckily, Gibbs and McGee were just finishing up. Gibbs saw Ziva, and asked, "Need something?" Ziva replied, "Director's office please." When McGee heard these words, his eyes widened and he looked at Tony. He gave McGee a look that said 'I'll explain later'. Gibbs and Ziva left the room, and walked down the hall.
"Agent Gibbs, Agent David." said Vance. "Mossad wants to speak with you." Ziva replied solidly. "May I ask why, David?" Vance questioned. "I'm guessing about my fa-." Ziva stopped in mid-sentence. She realized that no one had been told besides Tony. "Your father?" finished Vance. "What about Director David?" Gibbs was looking at Ziva waiting for her to finish her sentence. "Ziver?" Gibbs pushed. "What about Eli?" Ziva took a deep breath, and then sighed. "My father's death. It is probably what Mossad wants to speak to you about." Vance and Gibbs exchanged looks of calm, semi-surprise. "Ziva, what-?" Gibbs began. But Ziva cut him off. "Shooting, Mossad officers. My father was trying to stop the fight. Things did not turn out...well." She said calmly. "I'm sorry Ziver." Gibbs said with a soft look in his eyes. Ziva realized that she had not seen that look since Jenny's funeral. "We better be going. We don't need to be late to a video conference with an agency that has a dead director." Vance said in his regular way of authority.