Chapter 4
Gibbs was silent when he read the letter, the look on his face portraying no emotion. The clock ticked and still no one had said a word. Vance carefully peeled the paper from Gibbs's tense fingers, reading it himself.
"Do you know who sent this Eli?" he asked his friend, the man nodded.
"I have an idea" he answered quietly. Swallowing hard the Mossad Director looked up, his face hardening.
"A man called Jamal Kabib, he was Ziva's Mossad partner for three years, that was until we received information that he was working with Hammas. He was responsible for three terrorist attacks on Israeli soil and more attacks in other countries" the man stopped to think for a moment, then continued with his explanation.
"It was ten years ago that he was sentenced to five years in prison, we had no evidence that it was him that was responsible for the bombings but I knew it was him, all he was charged for was treason against Israel." Eli's face was contorted into an angry snarl.
"He was responsible for the bombing that killed Tali." he admitted, looking up at Director Vance.
"Tali?" Gibbs questioned, confusion evident in his voice.
"My youngest daughter…Ziva's sister." Gibbs nodded.
"Do you have idea where Jamal Kabib is now?" he asked. Eli shook his head.
"No" he said simply with a shake of his head. Gibbs huffed and walked towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going Gibbs!" yelled Vance. The silver haired man didn't turn around, but instead cried over his shoulder.
"I'm going to find the bastard that killed my agent!" the door closed behind him, leaving the two Directors staring at an empty space.
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Tony glanced out of the window of his apartment, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He looked out over the city, hearing the car horns and the hum of traffic below him, he took a small sip from his drink, sighing.
The lights of the city illuminated through his open curtains, bathing the floor in a orange glow. His apartment was dark, littered with dirty clothes, movie cases and old pizza boxes. Sighing he took another sip of his drink, glancing down at a photo he held in his hand.
It was a picture of the team at the last Christmas party, a night Tony would never forget. He smiled as he remembered tying to explain the concept of mistletoe to Ziva and had decided to show her by dragging McGee under the festive plant and kissing him. He smiled at the memory, glancing at the picture again.
Gibbs sat in between Abby and Ziva, his arms wrapped protectively around their necks. Abby was smiling happily at the camera as were Gibbs and Ziva. McGee and Tony also sat next to each other, drinks in hand, McGee held his drink up in a toast, while Tony grinned drunkenly at the camera.
Tearing his gaze from the worn picture he glanced out of the window, yawning. The TV was still rolling the credits of a movie Tony hadn't bothered to watch. The flickering light of the screen illuminating the couch. Groggily getting to his feet, Tony switched the TV off, heading for the bedroom. He had not bothered to make the bed that morning, as he was already late for work when he woke. Climbing into the bed with a heavy sigh, he rested his head on his pillow, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
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NCIS headquarters 07:00
Eli David stared down at his daughter, his eyes never leaving the sight of her beaten face. Her skin was pale, her eyes, staring up at the ceiling through closed lids. Placing her arms one on top of the other, he moved them to rest on her chest, kissing his index and middle finger, then gently putting them to her forehead.
"Rest in peace, my daughter" he said in his native tongue, his voice soft. He had secretly found himself wishing he had made more time for her, made an effort to spend some father daughter time with her. A silent tear creped from the corner of his eye, leaving a wet trail behind it. Another daughter gone, another child lost, another agent killed. He knew he had not been the best father, but being Director of Mossad he had to choose between his family or his duty. He chosen the later.
Ducky watched from a distance as the man said goodbye to his daughter, keeping himself busy in the process of cleaning his glasses.
"When will my daughter be ready to leave for Israel?" he heard the director ask. Ducky jumped and looked up, finding the man just centimetres away from him.
Ducky cleared his throat.
"Well, I assume once the case closes." he said, putting his glasses back on his face.
"You expect me to just wait till Gibbs figures out the case?" he asked, his tone angry. "While my daughter is unable to pass on… she needs to be buried as quickly as possible so she may pass on and live in peace." the Director shouted, Ducky remained calm.
"What would you rather we do, bury her… or catch her killer?" the man was silent, seeing to seethe at Doctor Mallard's comment. Turning round on his heel, the man started for the door, marching through the exit and up the stairs.
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Special Agent Antony DiNozzo started blankly out of his windscreen window, eyeing the man that currently sat at a small metal table across the road.
Habib Chavev sat quietly at the 'Joe bar' gulping down what seemed to be his 4th pint of beer.
"How much more is this guy going to drink?" he heard McGee ask beside him, Tony just shrugged."Beats me McGeek, the more the better… it's not exactly easy to take out a Mossad officer." Tony said. Timothy nodded his head. A few more moments passed with neither McGee or DiNozzo saying a word.
"Tony, he's on the move" whispered Tim, DiNozzo looked up, following the man with his gaze as he made his way across the street. Tony got out of the car, flashing his badge.
"Excuse me, Habib Chavev, I'd like to ask you a few questions?" the moment the words left his mouth, the man's eyes widened as he turned to run in the direction he came. Tony sighed.
"Why do they always run?!" he shouted, starting after him, Timothy McGee a few feet behind him.
Habib turned left, running into an abandoned car park of an old warehouse. Habib turned round, firing a few shots from the gun he had pulled from his waistband. Tony instinctively dived behind some grey cylinder barrels, pulling out his own gun. Peering over the top of the barrels the Italian Agent jumped as a few bullets narrowly missed his head, bounding off the metal and ricocheted elsewhere.
Firing a few round from his own gun Tony didn't see McGee enter the parking lot, his SIG pointed in front of him.
"Tony!" he shouted as DiNozzo dodged another set of bullets.
"McGee get down!" Tony screamed, turning towards his friend. McGee stopped abruptly at Tony's outburst, just as he head a gunshot go off. Felling a surge of pain rip through him, McGee yelled, falling hard to the ground, and there he stayed, motionless.
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