"He is NOT coming home with me again!" Ziva yelled at Gibbs. The two of them had been yelling at one another for the past five minutes or so, and the sound was beginning to grate McGee and DiNozzo's nerves. The two special agents watching the argument were soon joined by a worried palmer, an amused Ducky, and a very stressed out Abby, who'd been on their way out. After about another three minutes, the yelling stopped. Not because an agreement had been reached, or because Gibbs had won, (Cause even Ziva had to have trouble winning a shouting match with Gibbs.) but because Director Vance was leaning over the railing staring at them. Glaring daggers at them, actually.
"I came down to find special agent David so that she could speak with the Director of Mossod, but if she's too busy arguing with her boss, I can tell him to call back." Vance said sarcastically. Ziva bolted up the stairs- Tony, Gibbs and Ducky noticed she was limping. Within moments, the bullpen had gone from a chaotic, noisy, mess to a chaotic, normal-volume mess. Tony sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Honestly boss, this protection detail isn't doing much- we don't know anything more than we did a week ago! Or even a day ago!" Tony exclaimed. He noticed Abby bite her lip.
"Whatcha go Abs?" Gibbs questioned her. Abby reached into her coffin-shaped purse and pulled out an envelope, exactly like the one taped to her door only about a week ago.
"They've been coming all week; Ziva asked me to give them to her on the sly. This is the first one that I've gotten since Tony told us what was going on!" She defended herself when Gibbs shot her his patent 'Gibbs glare'. Gibbs simply held out his hand to Abby, and she placed the envelope in his open hand. Gibbs pulled the top drawer open on the nearest desk, which happened to be Tony's. He pulled out the very letter opener that Ziva had once coveted so much, and began to slowly open the letter.
"Boss, I'm not sure if that's a good idea: we don't have an official investigation going on that involves Ziva, and by opening her private mail-" Another patent Gibbs glare and McGee shut up. He did notice, however, that Gibbs was careful to not actually cut the paper. They could easily glue the letter shut again. Gibbs pulled out the small pieces of paper to look at, and let the envelope flutter to the desk. When everyone craned their necks to see, Gibbs flipped the small, stiff papers around so they couldn't see it.
"It's Ziva's. Once I say so." Gibbs said flatly, before stuffing the pieces of paper in to the envelope again and slamming it onto the desk. He walked quickly up the stairs towards MTAC.
"Jethro?"Ducky questioned, trailing him to the bottom of the stairs. Gibbs didn't even turn around.
"I need to have a word with the Director of Mossod." He said flatly, before turning the corner into MTAC. Tony resisted the temptation of the letter for about five seconds before scooting over to his desk.
"Tony…" Ducky intoned warningly, but Tony waved him off.
"Time figure out what's really going on 'round here." He muttered as he picked up the letter. And despite Ducky's original warning, he and everyone else gathered around him. He carefully pulled out the papers, before staring at them in shock.