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3 days later…
Everyone stared at the screen anxiously as the satellite image got closer and closer. Untied States. Virginia. Washington DC. Closer. Closer.
"Oh no." Abby squeaked.
"The CIA." Gibbs said angrily. The satellite picture stopped above the building. A password box flashed across the screen.
"Why won't it let you in?" Vance said to the person manning the decryption processor.
"It's a locked system. I'm sorry."
"There's a mole in the CIA." Vance said.
"Why do they have our records?" McGee asked.
'They have all federal employees records on hand."
"But…they knew more than what's on our record." Tony said. "Like…off record assignments." Ziva looked at him carefully. He was thinking, and then his eyes filled with realization. "I bet it's Kort!" he yelled, causing almost everyone to jump."
"DiNozzo…" Gibbs started.
"Boss, think about it. He knew about La Grenouille…"
"How did he know about Ari? And Kate? Jenny? Shannon and Kelly?" Gibbs demanded. "You weren't the only one in that video, DiNozzo. How do you explain that?" Tony was silent. "Get the director on the phone." He said to nobody in particular.
"Gibbs, I think it would be better if I talked with him." Vance replied.
"It's my team."
"I'm the director. You can talk to him when he comes in."
"Fine." Gibbs finished angrily and walked up the ramp out of MTAC. His team followed.
Bullpen
"I think using the screens for TV watching is against the rules, Tony." McGee said from his desk.
"Screw the rules." Tony said. Ziva snorted and he winked at her. "We're off duty anyways. And NCIS has cable. For some reason I cannot fathom."
"You can't fathom a lot of things, Tony." Abby said as she walked in, clutching a Caf-Pow, the straw halfway in her mouth. He tried to throw a crumpled paper back at her, but she ducked.
"McNerd. Make it work." McGee sighed, checked the surrounding area for Gibbs, and clicked a few things on his desktop. The news flashed onto the screen. "Good job, probie. How do I change channels?"
"Use the clicker."
"This thingie?"
"Yes, that thingie."
"What button?"
"The up and down ones!"
"You don't have to yell, elf lord.'" Tony laughed and flipped through the channels. He stopped on the new episode of Covert Affairs a show about the CIA. "Ironic." He said darkly, and watched silently for a few minutes.
"Hey that guy is a mossad operative!"
"Where?" Ziva jumped up and looked around.
"The fictional character on this spy show, Zee-vah." Tony rolled his eyes. She glared at him as she walked to where he was standing, and watched the characters exchange dialogue.
"He cannot be. He has no accent. He is not wearing a star of David. Where is his gun? I see no knife outline on his thigh. Wrong wrong wrong wrong." She said quickly after a minute of observing.
"It's fictional."
"And they have a blind CIA operative. He is very good looking, though." She looked at Tony for backup.
"Your asking me?" she laughed.
"Nevermind." She sighed and returned to her desk. "I want to go home." She groaned a moment later and put her head on her desk.
"Well yeah can't without "secer-ity." We don't our agents getting kidnapped, now do we?"
"I am so tired."
"What, the beds they supply here ain't comfortable enough?" Tony joked. Since the video, the entire team had been subjected to lock-down, meaning they had to stay in the "crash rooms" in the basement. They weren't much, a hotel room would have even be better, but they had to consider "safety." Everyone was irritated by this. The cell like rooms with cold gray walls, a stiff cot, and no windows, it was like prison. They had to try to spend most of their time AWAY from their rooms.
"No. They are not." Ziva replied, missing the sarcastic tone in his voice. "What time is it?" She asked, not removing her face from her arms.
"Like 7" Abby said from Gibbs' chair. They jumped. "What?" Abby said. "Forget I was here too? How nice."
"Whoa. Sarcasm from you. That's not heard of." McGee noted. She rolled her eyes.
"I think I'm sleeping in the lab tonight. I have an air mattress that's definitely more comfortable than my dungeon bed."
"Probably." Ziva groaned. "Oh, I cannot keep my eyes open! I am going to bed. This is torture." She stood up and walked to elevator, everyone watching her go.
A/N: Sorry, that was a lame like chapter. But, yeah Covert Affairs did have a "Mossad Operative" on it, and they totally had it wrong! He didn't even have an accent! I was very upset. and Christopher Gorham (the blind guy) is actually REALLY hot.
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