Thank you for your reviews. I have kind of changed what actually occurred a bit. Some parts may not be what the characters would actually do.
Okay. So here's the second chapter.
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Crime Scene
"Petty Officer Daniel Cryer. 32, divorced, no kids. Converted to Judaism and changed his name to Daniel Shalev." McGee reads the information to Gibbs. Ziva whips around at the sound of the name and walks over to the body. She thought he'd made it off the boat alive, then she sees the gunshot. He was killed by whoever was last on the boat, and she had the sickening feeling she knew who it was.
"Know him Ziva?" Gibbs asks as he takes in her bewildered posture.
"Uh. No. I thought the name sounded familiar. Not him though." She lies
"Okay then." He walks away and yells orders to the rest of the team. Something flicks in the Israelis peripheral vision of the body, and donning gloves, she bends down to look at it. The piece of paper has a message on it, written in Hebrew, written by a hand she recognized that was not Daniel's. The writing was something she saw all too often, but this time, she knew to be scared.
There are loose ends to be tied up.
Don't forget that Ziva, or it may kill you.
Glancing over her shoulders to make sure no-one was watching she shoved the piece of paper into her pocket. Sighing she straightened and turned away to interview the poor fisherman who stumbled upon the wreck.
Gibbs' Basement
He held her to his chest as she told him her story, but he couldn't help but stiffen when she told him about the note. He regretted it immediately as she pulled back and looked at him. She pulled even further back when she saw the fury in his eyes.
"You were threatened. And you didn't tell me." Ziva chose not to respond to his statements, "You took evidence from a crime scene." She nodded and hung her head, but he caught her face in his hands and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Don't you EVER do that again! Who is this son of a bitch? I want him dead."
"He would just as quickly kill you first." She states, and he can't help notice the slight echo of something akin to pride in her voice. He sits silently and waits for her to continue "I trained him."
Bull Pit
"Daniel Shalev. Marine for 12 years, according to his CO, well-liked, trustworthy, reliable etcetera. Nothing wrong with him. Perfect Marine, loyal to the bone." DiNozzo says standing in front of the plasma, "No one would want him dead, he wouldn't have been on the ship." Finishes DiNozzo
"Well he was, and I wanna know why!" He turns to McGee, "Mah Gee!"
"Yes Boss. The officer had two bank accounts. One under the name of Cryer, all payments check out…" Gibbs whistles
"Payments gotten bigger in twenty years." He comments wryly
"Uh, yeah. He also has an account under the name of Shalev. There are payments that come in at the same time as his Corps payments. But they are bigger and I am having trouble tracing the money."
"Get on it. David!" She takes the clicker but doesn't use it as she recites the information
"Shalev, uh, Cryer, joined a foreign agency while still working for the Corps about six years ago. His job is to get people places discreetly. He is very useful for getting people on boats." She lets that one hang for a moment then brings up a picture of a young Israeli woman she knows very well, "Rebecca Shalev, 28, Israeli national, currently here on a working visa. Lives in D.C."
"Can you get onto her?" Gibbs queries, thinking something seems odd about the photo
"I can try." Rebecca Shalev was, after all, Ziva on a deep cover mission
Gibbs Basement
"You know, Ziva, the whole hour you sat there I believed you were on the phone." Gibbs chuckles
"I didn't pretend the whole time. I made a few social calls and one crucial call." She admits. Gibbs nods and holds her,
"I know. I saw it in your body language and I saw it when you locked yourself in the elevator for twenty minutes." Ziva looks up at him and winces as she remembers the tracks she made on herself while she was in there. She shudders and suppresses the memory.
"My father warned me. He told me loose and had to be tied. He told me liabilities are fatal in our industry."
Ziva's apartment- 10am that morning
Ziva was bent over throwing up when she heard a noise that didn't fit. It sounded like glass breaking. Quickly and silently she straightened ad moved herself so she could see who was in her apartment but so whoever it was could not see her in the mirror, her hand rested on her gun. She listened intently and was disconcerted to discover the intruder made no noise. After ten minutes, a reflection appeared in the mirror and she knew why she heard nothing. She recognized her partner from the Somalia mission, and he appeared to be fully healed. In her joyful rush to meet him she almost too late saw the poised gun waiting for her. She sidestepped as quickly as she could…