WHOOO! Ilan is DEAD! Kinda expected him to die in the last episode but hey, works for me! Now we get to see who's future at the agency is threatened :0.
And OH MY GOD THAT PROMO! Some DOD inspector guy interrogating Ziva if she slept with someone...probably asking about DiNozzo, I don't know I mean who else could it be? And I bet the inspector is going after...DiNozzo!
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The car ride for Tony was a complete blur, filled with conversation in Hebrew between the infamous Eli David, the driver, Malachi Ben-Gidon, and the bodyguard sitting in the front with Malachi, Liat Tuvia. Life was a black and white picture, everything was bleak and empty. Tony felt an unbelievable pain in his chest that began to spread everywhere, his fractured arm paling in comparison to the pain. Tony simply stared out the window and watched the cars pass by, depression quickly taking him over. He was on edge, and he was close to falling off.
He had been left behind in Tel Aviv, where he must have had hundreds of enemies in Mossad, one of which being Eli David. Betrayed by a man he considered his own father. Granted he realized why he did what he did, and he understood it, it still didn't stop the pain it caused. That coupled with the complete rejection of his confession to his love for Ziva, and the fire and hate she felt towards him, life lost all meaning.
If Tony were to be completely honest with himself, the only thing keeping him from grabbing Liat's Jericho and putting a bullet in his brain right now was the simple curiosity of what Eli would want to do with Tony. Tony could care less if Eli threw him into a dark cell and had him tortured to death, because there was absolutely no physical pain Tony could possibly feel to take his mind off the emotional pain scars left on him, nothing to supersede them.
The SUV pulled into Mossad Headquarters, a large building with a massive parking lot and the exterior made of black bulletproof glass that was impossible to see through. They parked into the subbasement, where immediately five bodyguards came out of various elevators to ensure the safety of the Director. Tony quietly slipped out of the car and followed Eli into a metal elevator.
Liat pressed her hand against the bio-metric plate and pressed one of the buttons on the elevator to send them up to the top floor. An awkward silence fell upon them as Tony stared blankly at the doors, becoming robotic in his movements and actions, no emotions except emotional agony and depression etching his face. A loud thunk came from the elevator shaft, and a second later the elevator doors opened to a bright hallway that lead to Eli's office. Tony followed Eli down the hallway and into his office, Malachi and Liat taking positions opposite each other, outside the door.
Eli took a seat behind his desk and took out a pair of glasses. He took out a file from his desk and began reading it. Tony sat in a chair opposite him, staring at his hands as he waited Eli to finish reading. After several minutes, he shut it closed and looked at Tony.
"As of now, you are an NCIS liasion to Mossad. Anything I say or tell you to do will be strictly followed, no questions asked. Do you understand?" Eli asked coldly, the cold and ruthless predator he truly is finally coming out of it's cave. Tony nodded solemnly.
"Good. Malachi will have a bag of clothes and supplies you will need for your mission." Eli stated, standing up. Tony gave him a questioning look.
"You were correct, Officer Rivkin was under my orders, orders to find the location of a terrorist camp in Somalia. Your Director was able to pull files from Abin Tabal's computer and give me the flash drive, so now what must be done next is to send a small team out to Somalia to find and eliminate Saleem Ulman, the leader of the camp. He is responsible for many Israeli Citizen's death, and he must die. Originally I was going to send Officer Rivkin, but since you killed him, I'm sending you out with Malachi and Liat to take Rivkin's place. Be ready in an hour." Eli said, the opened the door for Tony.
Tony nodded slowly as he stood up and limped out of the office, escorted by Liat to where he would be getting ready. Liat took one good look at Tony and immediately felt bad for him. In Mossad, you were taught and trained to not display emotions, to become an emotionless and ruthless killer that would serve Mossad and Israel to the death. But never in her own life had she seen a man so broken, so depressed. It truly pained her heart, and she made a note to talk to him once they were on the Damocles.
The elevator doors opened to another floor, and Malachi stood waiting there with three gym bags slung over his shoulder, each filled with cash, ammunition, guns, knives, fake ID's and credentials, and an extra pair of clothes. Malachi handed a bag to Tony, and he simply took it and stepped out of the elevator with Liat. They escorted Tony to a mission briefing room, where Officer Amit Hadar would give him a full briefing on the mission.
Malachi and Liat both left Tony in the mission room and went back to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Malachi and Liat turned to each other at the same time, both sharing the same thoughts.
"He's a broken man." Liat said sadly. Malachi nodded solemnly as he remembered the way Tony moved, acted, and even how his eyes held nothing but emptiness.
"His heart was broken by Ziva, and he was abandoned by his surrogate father in the form of Agent Gibbs. I honestly cannot say I am surprised." Malachi replied, letting out a shaky breath as he slit to the elevator floor. Liat joined him and waited a minute before something hit her.
"Wait, how do you know Agent DiNozzo's relationship with NCIS?" Liat asked, amused that Malachi had such an in-depth knowledge.
"I read his newest psych profile Director David had written after Michael died." Malachi replied honestly.
"And what do you mean by his heart being broken by Ziva?" Liat asked skeptically. Malachi sighed, the simple cloud of sadness that followed Tony getting to him.
"Director David gave me orders to follow Ziva and listen to any conversation she had with anyone. She confronted Agent DiNozzo and had a big argument. DiNozzo told Ziva that he loved her, and that was the reasoning behind risking his career. Ziva rejected him rather coldly." Malachi explained. Liat felt a lone tear slip from her eyes as she rested her head against his shoulder. Malachi noticed this and turned her head to face him. Malachi wiped the tear away with his thumb and pressed a light kiss to her lips. Liat smiled slightly as she rested her head on his chest.
"Ahuvi, sometimes this job can really be straining on my emotions. I know I do not know him, but he seemed so depressed. I feel bad for him. He should not be going on this mission." Liat sighed.
"I know, Liat. Sometimes this job can be straining on my own emotions, but it is simply the price we pay to serve and protect Israel. Still, I agree with you and feel the same way, DiNozzo should not be on this mission for several reasons." Malachi responded.
"We have to protect him, make sure he survives this, and keep him from falling off the edge. He's in a deep depression, and I can only fear that soon enough he will get himself killed or take his own life. I saw him eyeing my Jericho, and I can only guess he was considering suicide." Liat said sadly. Malachi kissed the side of his girlfriend's head and held Liat in a comforting hug.
"We will, together. NCIS may have betrayed him, but I refuse to let him fall through the cracks. We will raise him as one of our own, from the ground up if we must. Protect him, treat him like family." Malachi said confidently. Liat gave a large smile as she kissed Malachi's chest.
"I agree." Liat said, allowing herself to rest against the comforting arms of Malachi for a few more minutes before going to retrieve Tony from the mission room and heading to the Damocles.
NCIS
Ziva awoke on Gibbs's couch, a soft blanket draped over her as the fireplace warmed the living room. Ziva rubbed her eyes as she looked around, noticing Gibbs watching her with sad eyes.
"Finally awake." Gibbs commented, bringing a small smile to Ziva's face.
"Why am I in your house? I thought I fell asleep on the transport?" Ziva asked, confused as to how she got from a seat in a military transport to Gibbs living room couch, and judging by the darkness outside, it was nighttime. Gibbs smiled sadly as he sipped from a cup of coffee.
"You were so exhausted when we got back, I literally had to carry you into my car and I drove you back here. You know, just to make sure you got some rest." Gibbs replied, a lone tear falling down his face. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she noticed the tear falling to the carpet. This had been the first time she had seen Gibbs...well...cry.
"Are you okay, Gibbs?" Ziva asked, concern etched into her face. Gibbs failed to notice her presence as he saw all the memories he ever had with Tony run through his mind, all the cases, through the hard times, through thick and thin. And it pained Gibbs even more when those memories ended with the bitter memory of Vance telling him that Tony would be assigned as NCIS liasion to Mossad, and the broken look on Tony's face he saw before the transport doors closed.
Guilt swam through his mind as he felt his chest knot even tighter, and he felt like a true bastard for betraying Tony like that. Not to mention the fact that Tony would be in constant danger in Mossad, as he must have made enemies there, Eli David sitting at the top of the list. Gibbs betrayed Tony, he betrayed him and threw him to the wolves.
"Gibbs, what is wrong?" Ziva asked, now becoming worried. Gibbs exhaled a shaky breath as he looked Ziva in the eye.
"Tony's been reassigned as NCIS liaison to Mossad. He's in Tel Aviv right now." Gibbs said shakily. Ziva stared at disbelief at Gibbs, her breath being stolen from her body.
"No...no you-you are joking, yes?" Ziva asked, unable to accept the fact that she truly drove Tony away from DC, and that he could be truly gone from her life. Gibbs shook his head solemnly, and Ziva felt as if she had been kicked in the gut, her hands suddenly becoming very shaky.
"No...no...how...but..." Ziva said, unable to form words, tears getting caught in her throat.
"Since you couldn't work with Tony any longer, he had to be reassigned out of DC. NCIS liaison to Mossad was the only available position." Gibbs replied. It took Ziva a moment to understand what he meant when he said that she couldn't work with Tony anymore. No, no, no! I did not meant that! I was confused, angry with Tony! Why could I not keep my stupid mouth shut!? I love him! I have to fix this!
"But he has enemies in Mossad, my father included! He's going to get killed! No, there has to be a solution! We can bring him back, right? He's still NCIS!" Ziva screamed, already standing up to go to NCIS as tears welled in her eyes.
"Ziva, why do you want him back anyways!" Gibbs shouted in frustration, the guilt overwhelming him. Ziva panic'd, and in the spur of the moment, she let the truth come out.
"BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!" Ziva screamed at Gibbs, tears flowing down her face. Gibbs was stunned into silence, his mouth agape at the confession. Jesus Christ...
"Then...why did you tell me...that you couldn't work with him..." Gibbs asked, having a hard time forming words.
"Because I was angry at him! I wasn't thinking clearly, but now I am! We have to get him back, Gibbs!" Ziva shouted, desperate to bring Tony back to NCIS and into her waiting arms. Gibbs exhaled as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Get in the car, Ziver. We'll go talk to Vance and settle this." Gibbs said as he took his coat from he couch and slipped it on, Ziva already at the door. Gibbs put his hand to Ziva's chin, looking her in the eyes.
"It'll be alright." Gibbs assured her, though if he were to be honest, he was trying to assure himself more than Ziva. Ziva nodded as she wiped another tear from her eyes. They got into Gibbs's Charger and sped off to NCIS.
When they got off the elevators, they both ran up the steps to the upper level and burst into Vance's office, where he had his hands in his head.
"Director, we have to get Tony back!" Ziva shouted at Vance. Vance shook his head sadly, keeping his head in his hands. Gibbs angrily approached Vance, but he held up a hand and slowly stood up. They were both surprised to see that he had been crying recently, his eyes red and swollen.
"It's too late. Director David has already sent DiNozzo on the mission Officer Rivkin was supposed to have. He's not coming back until the mission is over." Vance said sadly. Gibbs punched the wall in anger and frustration while Ziva began to sob, taking a seat in the chair as she curled into a tight ball. Gibbs and Vance exchanged confused looks, but before they could ask her, she answered for them.
"The terrorist camp mission is a suicide mission! He's going to get himself killed!" Ziva screamed before breaking into another round of sobs. Gibbs shakily sat down on the chair, unable to even breathe. Vance stared blankly at Ziva, the horror of it all too shocking to comprehend immediately. They all had the same thoughts as they mourned the danger Tony was in.
What have I done?
NCIS
Tony sat on his new bed on the Damocles in silence as he stared at a photo in his hands, the photo he carried with him no matter where he was, what he was doing. In the photo was the whole NCIS family: Gibbs, Ziva, Tony, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Jimmy, hell even Vance. They were all smiling as they stood in the bullpen together, taking celebration pictures for being the top MCRT in the entire NCIS system with a closure rate of 98%. Gibbs was standing off to the far-left side, hiding a smile as he sipped on a coffee. To the immediate right of Gibbs was Abby, who was hugging McGee tightly. McGee had a goofy smile on his face as he had his arms wrapped Abby, resting his chin on the top of her head.
Ducky and Jimmy stood side-by-side in their Autopsy scrubs, smiling as Ducky told Jimmy a story about the time he did an autopsy on a man who had a live bomb inside his stomach. Vance was smirking as he had his arms crossed in front of his chest, keeping a sense of authority and power, but all the same having a good time. Ziva was smiling as she rested her head on Tony's shoulder. Tony was wearing a big grin as he had his arm wrapped around her, securing her tightly to him.
Tony had tears trickling down his face as he realized that he might not ever see them again. He wouldn't be able to have his typical Thursday night steak dinners with Gibbs anymore, a man he considered a father to him. He wouldn't be able tease and play pranks on McGee, his probie that he treated like the sibling he never had as a child. No more bear-hugs with Abby, the woman he treated like a sister. No more wise advice from Ducky, a man he adopted as his grandfather. No more playfully assuming authority over Jimmy, a man that had grown to become one of his strongest friends during the time he led the team and Gibbs was in Mexico. But most of all, no more Ziva, his partner of 3 years, his best friend, the love of his life, the woman who had stolen his heart, the woman he would give his own life for in a heartbeat.
The door to his room creaked open, then shut a few seconds after. Looking up to see who his visitor was, he was surprised to see Liat standing by the door, a nervous smile on her face.
"Hello, since we are on the same team on this mission, I think it is only proper that we properly introduce ourselves to each other, no?" Liat asked, giving a friendly smile. Tony forced a weak smile, nodding his head slowly.
"My name is Officer Liat Tuvia." Liat said, extending her hand to Tony. Tony shook it weakly, looking her in the eyes.
"Tony." Tony replied bleakly before returning his attention to the photo. Seeing no other way to make conversation, she sat next to Tony and looked at the photo. This must be the 'family' he has developed at NCIS...
"Are those people part of your team at NCIS?" Liat asked, pointing at the photo.
"Everyone." Tony said, a lone tear dripping onto the spot where Ziva was. Liat felt her heart strings being pulled at as she look at Tony in pity.
"Are you ok, Tony?" Liat asked, already knowing the answer. Tony didn't respond as he lost himself in the photo again.
"If you ever need cheering up, or just someone to talk to, just come find me." Liat said sweetly, ruffling Tony's hair playfully. Tony gave a small but sincere smile before returning his gaze back to the photo. Liat was about to stand up and leave when the door opened and Malachi rushed in, panic clear in his eyes.
"A marine on board the ship was caught snooping around, and started a firefight with the crew. They think we're with the marine!" Malachi shouted, tossing a Jericho to Tony, which he caught easily as he pocketed the photo. Liat brought out her own Jericho and nodded, and the three of them left the room, creating a tight formation as they searched the ship, looking out for any crew member on the ship.