Jan 21 – continuation of Jan 20
Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance but to do what lies clearly at hand.
Thomas Carlyle (1795 - 1881)
Ziva David had never worried about long term consequences. Her job was to do whatever was necessary and whatever she was ordered. Consequences were for other people to worry about.
Although Director Shepard did not have to say anything aloud, Ziva knew Senator Fahy was a serious threat to NCIS. Corruption could not be proven, not in the timeframe available to them. Instead, she planned to make the man see the error of his ways and to stop causing problems for Jenny, her agency and eventually the team Ziva worked with.
Tracking the Senator had not been difficult. The man shunned a security detail, believing arrogantly that he was invincible, that no one would dare harm him. And he was utterly predictable, always arriving home at the same time every night. Ziva planned to take full advantage of that fact.
She watched from the shadows as he stepped out of his car, glanced around to check for reporters and headed to his front door. Moving swiftly and silently, she came up behind him and pressed a blade to his throat.
"You are in the pay of various private intelligence companies," she whispered in his ear, careful to disguise her accent as much as possible and to prevent him from seeing her face. "Find a way out. Or I will give the press photos of you meeting a male escort."
She melted into the shadows as rapidly as she had appeared, observing his reactions. The slow realization that she had left. The relief. The fear that she could return.
As she sat in her car a few minutes later, she was thankful to Jenny for taking the time to explain exactly what a male escort was.