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My father's killing machine

The elevator chimed, while the steel doors slid open revealing two tiered but content agents.

"Mornin', McGee!" she chirped happily, sliding her bag next to her desk with a hand and waving with the other on.

"Good morning Probielicious!" Tony greeted, flashing a thousand watt grin.

"Good morning you two; what's up with you guys?" he asked suspiciously, eyeing both of them.

"Airplanes are up McGee. Why are you asking such a dumb question?" she replied, frowning.

"It's an idiom, Zee-vha! It's just a question, one I have been asking you constantly, before we…" he trailed away wiggling his eyebrows.

"Ok, I don't wana know what you two did last night." McGee spoke, shaking his head, like he was trying to get the picture of his co-workers having sex in the most outrages positions, out of his head.

"Aww, McGee, but we were only doing what came natural to us." Ziva replied, smirking, while Tony put his feet up on this desk and leaned into his chair, so he could get a better view of a pink turning McGee.

"Yeah, McPink, you should try it as well…it's loads of fun when you do what comes natural to you." Tony grinned.

"Oh, no Tony, that would be bad. What comes natural to McGee is being an… elflord, he would never…"

"If you three don't stop talking and start working, I will do what comes natural to me…fire you all!" Gibbs barked, while putting a cup of coffee on each agent's desk.

They all exchanged looks and then began working frenetically.

The hours passed, and almost no words had been spoken in the bull pen. All four agents were trying to figure out, who might have killed the six victims in such a brutal way, but like in the previous day they were hitting dead ends.

The sudden chiming of the elevator and the sound of stilettos hitting the soft carpet, made all four agents raise their eyes out of their files.

A tall, slender brunet stopped in front of Tony's desk.

"I need your help Tony!" she spoke, catching everybody by surprise.

"Alison, what are you doing here?" he asked surprised, while Ziva was eyeing him suspiciously, and McGee almost fell out of his chair looking at the woman.

"It's Alberto, Tony. He received letters a few weeks ago, letters threatening his life, and our family." She spoke, her eyes scared but determined.

"Hold on! I'm special agent Gibbs. First of all, who are you and second of all DiNozzo, why does she know you?" Gibbs asked, standing up from his chair and coming towards them.

"Oh, sorry boss. This is Alison Meruni; she is married to Alberto Meruni, a buddy of mine from Ohio. He's a…"

"A marine and I think he's in danger." Alison interrupted.

"When did your husband receive these threats, and where is he now?" Gibbs asked.

"He's been called up to Baltimore for a meeting. He left two days ago." She trailed away, and Gibbs noticed something. Alison had something familiar in her posture, in the way she spoke.

All eyes were on Alison, so no one noticed a little girl that walked towards Ziva.

"Up, up!" The little girl cried, stretching her arms towards Ziva.

The assassin smiled at the little brunet girl, with blue eyes and little red lips, who obviously inherited her father's genes. If Alison hadn't mentioned her family and they would have not arrived together, she could have sworn that the woman and child were not even close to been related.

"Shalom tateleh." Ziva spoke and lifted the little girl on her lap.

The little girl clapped and caught one of Ziva's curls in her chubby hand, giving Ziva a huge smile.

"Her father is definitely Italian." Ziva thought and smiled, rocking the girl, who placed her head on Ziva's shoulder.

Suddenly Alison spun around and eyed Ziva, walking towards her desk. She had noticed Ziva the moment she had walked into the bull pen, and suspected her to be Israeli. Now she wanted to prove her curiosity.

"Excuse me, could you repeat what you said to my daughter?" she asked cautiously.

Silence settled between the two women. None of the members of the team spoke, waiting for Ziva's answer. Even the young girl in Ziva's arms seemed to understand that something was happening and looked at her mother inquisitively.

"Shalom, tateleh!" Ziva repeated finally, narrowing her eyes.

"Mossad?" Alison asked after a few seconds of carefully studying the woman holding her daughter. "I was right!" Alison said to herself, absorbing every piece of information about Ziva.

Ziva nodded and looked at her suspiciously, while the little girl began mumbling something in Hebrew.

"Who are you?" Alison spoke again.

"Why do you need to know?" she asked annoyed, while putting the little girl on the ground.

One could have cut the tension in the bull pen with a knife. By this time, Tony had risen from his chair and was standing close to Gibbs, both in the near vicinity of the two women; knowing that at one point they might need to step in. McGee was confused and continued to glare at the two from his chair.

"Who are you?" Alison demanded again, her voice revealing a hint of a familiar accent and a harshness that Tony had never seen in his friend's wife.

He grew increasingly worried, and his gut told him that this wouldn't end well.

"Office Ziva David, Mossad." Ziva hissed, rising from her chair.

Alison's daughter had crawled towards McGee's desk and Tim absently raised her on his lap.

Alison, put her hands behind her back, standing stiff before Ziva.

"Office Alissa Rischa!" she spoke solemnly, looking Ziva in the eye…"I heard so much about you, a true legend of Mossad, and of course Deputy Director David's personal killing machine." She spat out, waiting to see a reaction from Ziva.

The team held their breath, Gibbs and Tony exchanged a worried look; all three of them were waiting for Ziva's outbreak, but to their surprise she only glared at the brunet woman.

"What do you want?" Ziva asked in Hebrew.

"Help from you, to protect my husband and my family." Alison replied in Hebrew as well.

"Why isn't Mossad helping you? You are an agent and you have the right to ask of them to protect you, or give you the needed intel to protect them on your own." Ziva answered, walking around the much taller woman.

"Mossad's intel, told me that you might be of more assistance to me. If I am not mistaken you have on your hands six dead bodies, three Italian males and three Jewish females." Alison replied, her eyes never leaving Ziva's face.

Suddenly Ziva stepped forward, her face dangerously close to the other woman's face, fury present in the liaison's eyes.

"How does Mossad know, what NCIS holds in its autopsy? Who are you?" Ziva demanded harshly.

"Zi…" Tony began, but he swallowed the rest of his words, when he saw Ziva's enraged features.

Gibbs and McGee only looked at the two women not able to move, or say anything. Gibbs knew that he had to put a stop to this discussion before they killed each other. Ziva rarely displayed this amount of anger.

"Are you a mole, officer Rischa?" Ziva asked bluntly.

"How can you ask something like that? My husband and my daughter might be in danger and you are concerned of a security breach?" Alison yelled back, not believing what the Director's daughter was accusing her off, not believing that she had asked that and not the ware bouts of her husband.

"Of course I am concerned, officer. What is the first rule of Mossad?" Ziva asked sharply, anger vibrating out of every pore of her body.

By this point Gibbs had had enough and wanted to step in, but a cold glare from Ziva's side, made him return to his initial position.

"I am not a mole officer David, I just need help and Mossad can't help me." She trailed away.

"Once Mossad, always Mossad, and they would help you. You are metsada, but you have become weak." She spat out, looking at the enraged woman in front of her, whose hands were gradually clutching into fists.

"It is true; you are like your father." She spat out, throwing a punch towards Ziva's face.

Before the others could react, Ziva caught her fist, her face undisturbed. Swiftly Ziva twisted Alison's hand and slamming her against her desk.

"Never, ever try to hurt me. Like you said, I am my father's killing machine and I will not hesitate to hurt you next time. I don't like your attitude, I don't like you at all, but I will do everything in my power to help your family." She spoke in Hebrew, freeing Alison, who obviously was in pain.

"Enough!" both Gibbs and Jenny spoke.

"Ziva, she knows of the bodies, because I have contacted your father. I have spoken to him about the crimes, and he probably briefed others in." Jenny spoke, from the balcony.

"And you haven't cared to fill Ziva or me in on this tiny detail? It would have been interesting to actually start my day, without my agent almost fracturing somebody's arm." Gibbs spat, looking Jenny in the eyes.

"What I wish to inform you and your team, is my business agent Gibbs." She replied coldly.

Gibbs swore under his breath, tearing his eyes from the balcony and looking at his team, studying their faces.

"Ziva go and cool down; DiNozzo, go with her!" Gibbs barked.

She left her desk, her eyes, hard as steel. Tony followed, his eyes concerned, but at the same time curious.

He kept replaying Alison's words in his head "a true legend…Deputy Director David's personal killing machine". No one had noticed, what impact Alison's words had upon Ziva; no one except him.

For a split second, Ziva's pupils dilated in horror, and she balled her hand into a fist.

They had reached the men's restroom, and Ziva stormed in, kicking the bin angrily.

"Ziva, calm down!" he said, grabbing her arms, while she was looking for something else to hit.

"I can't Tony. I just can't. I am so angry, I could…" she began, but Tony put a finger on her lips.

"I know, Ziva! But you can't do anything, and if I let you walk out of here, you would kill both Alison and Jenny." He spoke softly.

"Jenny did not even bother to tell me, that she had spoken to my father about this. Why she had spoken to him about the whole investigation is a mystery to me." She replied, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah, but that doesn't bother you that much, does it." Tony began, knowing that he was getting himself into unfriendly territory.

She didn't speak for a second just studied his face, but then turned away, freeing herself from his hold. Ziva walked over to the nearest wall, and slid down, looking at her hands.

For a while she didn't speak, and Tony didn't really know what to say. He sat down next to her, waiting for her to speak.

Flashback

"Officer David, this is your target." Eli David spoke, showing her a picture of a man hugging his wife and cradling an infant."

"Director David, I it just the man I am supposed to terminate?" Ziva asked her father, her features never showing emotions.

"No! I want all three of them eliminated!" Eli yelled, and she only nodded.

"Eli are you insane? The boy is seven months old, must he die as well?" Officer Bashan asked from his spot.

He was sitting next to Eli's desk looking both at Ziva and Eli, studding their rock like features.

"I am not. These are my orders." He spoke harshly.

"Ziva, think about it. You are killing an innocent boy; you will have his blood on your hands." Bashan tried again.

"These are my orders; I shall do as I am told. Their history, their lives and innocents does not concern me. If I have been given the mission to terminate them, then they must be guilty of some sort of crime. I do not care, orders are orders." She spoke and walked out of her father's office.

From the corner of her eye she could see Eli's proud and happy face. She had taken the right decision.

End of Flashback

"All my life I have been trained to be the best, to kill when I am told to kill. My father saw it as his only goal to train me, to turn me into his killing machine, just like Alison had said it." She finally spoke.

"When Tali died, my father "advised" me that my time had come and I couldn't run away from it any more; Mossad need me. So I began training with every existing type of weapon available, I began studying every form of martial arts. Before I came to NCIS, I had received the highest rank of metsada, I became equal to my father, speaking from the point of view of my skills. I used to be proud of this Tony, I used to be glad that I was that good, because I knew that I had ensured a couple of more years of my life and I knew that I would never screw up a mission." She trailed away, looking at the washroom cubicles.

"Zi…" Tony spoke softly, grabbing her hand.

"Then I came here, to America and everything changed. Step by step, this shell I have put on slipped away and I had become what I was before Mossad. I was allowed to live again, and I started to feel uncomfortable when it came to my past and what I have done. Day by day I managed to detach myself from my history and focus on the moments here with you, with the team, with my time as an investigator. When Alison spoke does words, my past came back to me, haunting me and I knew I could never run away from it; never escape my reputation as a killing machine." She sighted tiered.

"Ziva, understand this. What you have done is in the past and you have to try to put it behind you, there is no way you can change it. Now you have a life here; you have us, your family that loves you no matter what your past is." He spoke, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

She smiled and looked at his face.

"Ani Ohev Otach, Tony." She spoke, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I love you too Ziva." He spoke looking at her.

"No let's get back to work and try to figure out, if our killer is after Alberto or not.

They stepped into the bull pen, only to spot that McGee was typing furiously, Gibbs was barking orders and Alison was holding her crying daughter on her lap.

"What do we got?" Tony asked.

"Alison tried to call her husband, but it goes directly to voice mail. I am trying to pin point his location, and see when he used it the last time." McGee updated.

"Alissa did your husband tell you who he was supposed to meet in Baltimore?" Ziva asked the woman.

"He told me, he was supposed to meet General Mitchell and that he was supposed to meet two other comrades, but he did not specify names." She answered shortly.

Got the number of General Mitchell, boss." Tony said, handing Gibbs a piece of paper.

He quickly typed in the phone number and waited for the General to answer.

"General Mitchell here." Gibbs heard.

"This is special agent Gibbs from, NCIS, calling for some answers. I will put you on speaker so my team can hear you." Gibbs spoke, putting the General on speaker and not waiting for his consent.

"How may I help NCIS, special agent Gibbs?"

"General, are you supposed to meet a Lt. Meruni and some of his comrades in Baltimore this week?" Gibbs asked.

"Lt. Meruni is on leave as far as I know, and was supposed to report back in three weeks. He has been out at see for four months and has asked for two months of personal time with his family. I have not spoken to him since he has reported back from the U.S. Shadow." He spoke, while the team exchanged concerned looks, Alison began to shack and the small girl began sobbing in her mothers arms.