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McGee paced back and forth in the squad room. He'd tried to get through to David. No luck. He tried to get through to the embassy. Nothing. And Vance had been out for the past two hours.
He didn't think he'd felt more powerless in his entire life.
So when his phone rang, he pretty much pounced on it.
"McGee," he answered breathlessly.
"Agent McGee," came the voice of Director Vance, "what is it that is so urgent? I am in the middle of something."
McGee didn't waste any time. "The photos we received of Ziva... You know about them?"
"Yes."
"I found out who sent them."
"I told Agent Gibbs the agency was to have nothing to do with-"
"Mossad," McGee interrupted.
"What?"
"Mossad sent them," he reiterated.
There was a pause. "How do you know this?"
McGee told him.
Another pause. "And you're sure?"
"The system doesn't lie, Director. It was a 98% match."
Vance sighed heavily. "Keep this to yourself, McGee. Understand?"
"But, Director," McGee said quickly. "There's something else."
"Yes?"
McGee hesitated. This was going to get him fired for sure. "I spoke to Director David."
"You what?" Vance asked, anger and disbelief filling his tone at once.
"I spoke to him and he gave me a location. For Ziva, I mean."
"And, let me guess," Vance said tiredly, "you told Gibbs and DiNozzo."
The silence told him all he needed to know.
When Vance spoke again, his voice was low. "I will deal with you later, Agent McGee. Until then, I need to contact an old... friend." Dial tone.
McGee couldn't be sure over the connection, but he was sure that whoever Vance was calling definitely wasn't his friend.
"What is it you want, Director Vance?" Today, David answered his phone with no patience at all.
Vance got straight to the point. He figured relations were almost completely screwed anyway. He might as well save his agents. "I want to know why you were the one to send the photos of Ziva to my agents."
"I assure you, Director, I do not know what you-"
Vance cut in. "Don't lie to me, David."
"You are accusing me again, Vance? You did not learn your lesson?"
Pause. He would have none of that. "Michael Bashan of Mossad sent the photos to NCIS. We have forensic proof of that. Now. Talk."
David gave a sigh, seeing no way out. "Yes, I sent the photos, but not for the reason you think."
"Then you better tell me the truth."
Another sigh. "Leon, I received those photos a few weeks ago anonymously. No note. No warning. It was just to torment me."
Vance was impatient. "That doesn't explain how they ended up on Agent Gibbs' desk."
David paused for a long moment. Finally, he said, "She is my only child left in this world, Leon. If I were to send any Mossad operatives in they would surely be recognised. I had to work under the assumption that Rivkin had told the cell everything."
"And?" Vance prompted.
"I thought that if I told you about her capture you would tell your agents. When that failed I emailed the photos to Bashan and asked him to send them to your agents. He included a necklace as... encouragement." David hesitated. "It was my plan that they go save her."
Vance felt the anger boiling up. "Even if it costed them their lives?"
David said nothing.
Vance shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "And the location," he said, filling the silence.
"Pardon?"
"The location, David. The one you gave Agent McGee."
"That was real," David said. "It was the location our Intel had managed to acquire."
Vance breathed out loudly. "I have to go, Director. I need to clean up your mess." He didn't wait for a reply.
On the other side of the world, Director Eli David heard the dial tone in his ear. He gave a small smile and dropped the receiver into its cradle.
Oh, he could be an excellent liar.
"The team is set up, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, walking over to him. While still hampered by a slight limp, Gibbs was almost back to original fitness.
Tony looked around at all the men. "These all your contacts?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Some."
"And the rest?"
Gibbs looked him in the eyes. "Semper Fi," he said.
And Tony understood.
Once a marine, always a marine.
He looked down at his still casted arm, wondering if he would be a help or a hindrance. Never mind, he thought to himself. He was going to do this.
Armed, ready, location acquired, and on the way.
Tony felt nothing but calm.
They were finally going to save her.
"What is it called? Tell me!"
She was cold, wet, bloodied and tortured. But still, it wouldn't stop. She had lasted so long, endured so much, surely it was time for it to end.
"Give up the answer and we will give you mercy."
Her eyes were closed, her breath ragged. Blades slashed at her body, water was poured over her head.
There's only so much torture the human body can endure...
Trembling, sick, and agonised, she made a decision:
"It's called DOMINO."
"Ready to go in, DiNozzo?"
He gave a signal. "Ready."
"3,2,1..."
The door flew open.
A name was screamed in a voice filled with pure terror.
Three shots rang out simultaneously.
She looked down at the ground with glassy eyes, her battered mind only capable of registering the irrational, the unimportant.
These blood stains are never going to come out...
Hands gripped hers, trying vainly to shake her into awareness.
But she was fixated, mesmerised, by the bloody rivulets running around her feet. She wondered vaguely if the blood was her own. Surely not. There was far too much.
She felt faint; the world spun.
Then again, she thought, maybe it is.
The last thing she saw before she passed out was a face. A man. He was familiar somehow, a man from her dreams. She registered a cast on his arm and two worried eyes staring at her.
Then she was in his arms and he was carrying her from the room. The cast dug into her back, but she was so numb she barely noticed.
This must be my prince... she thought.
And then the world spun one last time... and fell away.
A/N: Well, I don't really like this, but I hope i did it justice.
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