"He's alive?"Ziva took a deep breath and steadied herself against the door. She had so many questions to ask yet no voice to ask them with. The man seemed to understand.
"Yes. While watching a video that we just received we noted the mention of your husband's name. He is a prisoner. We are not able to say who he is a prisoner of yet." Ziva was quick with a reply.
"My father is the head of Mossad, sir. If you do not tell me, I shall go to him." The CIA agent was weighing up both options. He sighed.
"Very well. Come with me. I shall show you the video." In the car he brought down a screen and quickly spoke.
"This is Agent Watterson. I'm requesting Level 4 Clearance." There was an immediate reply.
"Access granted Agent Watterson. What do you want to see?" The man waited before saying.
"The video please. The one that we received yesterday." Ziva felt like she was floating. Clearly it was important , everyone referring to it as 'the video'. It started on the screen.
Ziva was enthralled; by everything. Mostly by the person speaking. She couldn't believe it.
"Is that...?" The CIA agent nodded.
"Yes ma'am. It's Osama bin Laden." Ziva shook her head.
"Isn't he dead?"The CIA agent nodded grimly.
"Yes ma'am. Killed by our own troops and his grave is the sea." Ziva put her hands on her face. This video could be months or even years old! Why was it only sent NOW?
"We are analysing everything Miss David. Just bear with us." Ziva shushed him and listened to the rest of the video. The dialect he was using wasn't one that she was especially comfortable with but she could understand it. And what she understood shook her to the core.
"He wants his son in exchange for Tony. And the exchange will be conducted on Rosh Hashanah in Jerusalem." The CIA agent bit his lip. Ziva turned to him.
"Osama bin Laden has a son? Did you people know?" He could face her no longer so turned away.
"That is a high level clearance Miss David." She drew close to him.
"My husband's life is in danger, do you think I care about clearance?" She turned to the screen.
"This is Agent David. I'm requesting clearance to speak to the Director." The female voice was not quick to reply this time.
"We do not have an Agent David on our register. There is certainly no way to speak to our Director." Ziva sighed. Guess she would have to add a bit more ammo.
"I'm Ziva David, special NCIS agent. This concerns my husband." The woman was tired.
"Honey, no offence but NCIS only deals with navy personnel. I'm sorry for you but you can't." Ziva decided it was time to pull out the big guns.
"My father is Eli David. I will not hesitate to go to him and tell him of this video. Mossad will become involved and then it will be an international incident." Ziva knew the CIA hated those 2 last words.
"Is that the case?"her voice had become more respectful. " The Director wishes to see you as soon as you become available." Ziva stopped and looked back at the house.
"Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes. I just have to finish lunch with my kids." She shut it off and turned to Agent Watterson.
"Do you want to join us?" Agent Watterson nodded with a smile and they both walked back to the house.