A/N Ok last big time jump. Enjoy :)
Chapter 3
It had been twelve years since the day they had escorted Ziva Eshel onto a plane and kicked her out of the US.
Gibbs was now, as much as he hated it Director of NCIS, Vance having retired to raise his children.
Tony was head of the agency's MCRT and Tim was his SFA. Dorneget had been the first to fill the space left by Ziva and three years later, Clara Baker had joined the team straight out of FLETC. This group worked, Abby was still the in the Lab, Ducky had retired and James Palmer now ran the Morgue.
Gibbs leant on the railing watching the MCRT finish up their last case.
DiNozzo looked up as he felt eyes on him and nodded to Gibbs.
With a nod Gibbs let him know that he was needed, "I'm going up to see the boss." Tony told Tim,
Tim nodded and smiled that even though Gibbs had finally been promoted no one called him Director inside the Agency, he was just Boss...to everyone.
"Hey boss." DiNozzo said walking straight into his office.
"I need you and McGee for a week or two; I'm taking your team off rotation and putting Dorneget and Baker on cold cases." He told his ex-SFA.
Tony grabbed a scotch off the bar in the corner and sank into a chair, his gut telling him he wasn't going to like what was coming.
"So where we off to boss?" He asked.
Gibbs leant back trying to put space between them as he said his next word. "Israel."
If anyone had asked the Janitor in the sub basement at that moment if he had heard anything he would have sworn blind he heard a man yelling. As it was Tony's voice could be heard clear across the bullpen as he hadn't shut Gibbs' door.
"ISRAEL, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" he jumped up dropping the glass and heading for the door.
"DiNozzo...DINOZZO...TONY!" Gibbs shouted back and slammed his door shut just before Tony walked through.
Tim hearing the yell looked over at Ned.
"You think the Boss is ok?" he asked referring to Tony.
Tim nodded, "Hold down the fort Ned, I think this is a family matter." Tim said and headed for the stairs.
In the years since Ziva had left, Tim and Abby had got married, although they'd had no children. Gibbs had kept them all close like a family and indeed they, Tony, Tim and Abby were all referred to as Gibbs' kids. Tony's team were not that close, in fact no other NCIS team had been that close, not even when Dorneget had replaced Ziva for a while had he been let in. Ziva had hurt them too deeply.
By the time Tim made it to the office Tony was stomping up a storm. "WHY, YOU CAN'T TRUST THEM...ESPECIALLY NOT HER!" he yelled.
Gibbs sat watching Tony pace, "Its politics, and orders from SECNAV, would you want to defy her?"
Tony halted his pacing..."Err...No..."
"And that Mr. DiNozzo is why I was made SecNav." Hetty's voice came over the plasma at the end of the room and Tony Jumped, Gibbs just turned he had been talking to her just before Tony walked in.
"It would be prudent if you and Mr. McGee provided, Director Gibbs with protection, neither of you will fall for any of the tricks that Director Eshel will pull." Hetty said and Tony turned for a second pain flashed across his face.
"Do we have an up to date file on the Director...Private stuff?" Tony asked.
"She is married; he husband Adam is assistant director of Mossad. They have two children one eight years old a boy, Eli and another..."
"Twelve?" Tony asked.
Hetty shook her head "no, a little girl Talia she's six, both very pampered."
"Good to know." Tony said to himself a small knot he had carried for years dissipated. She had been lying.
"Fine, when do we leave?" Tony snapped.
"As soon as Mr. McGee is told and has informed his wife, I have a gulf stream on standby for you." Hetty told them.
Tony flashed a smile at Gibbs, "She's a great SECNAV," He whispered,
"Thank you Mr. DiNozzo," She said as Tony mouth 'HOW?' to Gibbs who smiled.
Just as Tim knocked on the door and Tony opened it, "Boss?" he asked.
"You gotta go see the wife McGoo, WE are off to Israel." He said turning his SFA around.
Tim sidestepped him, "Boss?"
"At least a week Tim, maybe two, Protection, I have a meeting with the Director." He said walking them to the elevator.
Tim nodded and caught up with Tony at the elevator, "You tell her!" Tim begged as the door shut.
Gibbs grinned and walked back to his own office.
Ziva sat in her office the window opened as a warm breeze blew across the courtyard and into her office. Eli had just left with his father as Talia ran in showing her mother her new doll that her secretary had brought her.
"Ima! Look, I have a new doll; Granma Orli got it for me." The little girl said looking up with her father's brown eyes.
"It is as beautiful as you are." Ziva said, "Did you want a drink of juice, it is time for a walk is it not, maybe you can show other's your beautiful doll, what is her name..?" Ziva asked.
"Rebecca." Talia told her mother, Naming it after Ziva's assistant. Ziva held out her hand and Talia grabbed it nicely and they walked through the building.
As they walked outside a number of street children gathered hoping for hand outs as usual one hung back, he never went near the director of Mossad, but never left the premises, he knew he couldn't. Leaning against the wall and watching he smiled at the little girl who lifted her doll to show him.
Ziva noticed and ushered Talia to go inside and turned to the others. Handing out a few coins they ran away and Ziva walked up to the boy.
"Traitore, you have been told not to let her see you, I let you stay here, you are fed, well, when there is enough thrown out for you, but you do not interact with anyone...Remember." her voice harsh and abrupt.
The boy nodded and whispered, "Sorry Ima..." He flinched but stood still as she backhanded him around the head.
"Traitore DiNozzo, you will NEVER address me as that again, you were spawned from my body but you are not my child, you are no one's child you are a traitor, the son of a man who used me, he didn't want you either...GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
A Mossad operative walking by shot the boy an evil look, which as soon as the director had turned her back was a sad one.
Everyone in Mossad knew about Traitore, the boy had been born after the Director got back from an undercover mission and the boy was hated by all officially and pitied by a few in reality, his pale Italian skin and green eyes made him stand out, he lived behind the kitchens eating scraps from the bins and occasionally he was shot at for fun as target practice by the agents or used to do jobs no one else wanted to do or was punished for mistakes by higher up operatives while juniors watched and learned their place. The biggest rule at Mossad was if you betrayed Mossad you'd wish you were Traitore DiNozzo.
