Tony studied the man in front of him as Ziva shifted her weight. "Agent…McGee, is it?" Tony asked, squinting at the ID.
"Yes. This is my partner, Agent Todd. We're with NCIS. That stands for,"
"Naval Criminal Investigative Service. We know." Ziva said in a chipped tone.
Tony refrained from chuckling as a look of surprise crossed over the agents' faces. "What can we do for you Agent McGee?" Tony asked.
"We need to ask the two of you some questions."
"About what?"
"About your whereabouts today." A voice from behind said. Tony and Ziva turned to see the man who had been watching them in the restaurant.
"And you are?" Tony replied.
"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He flashed his own ID badge.
"And you need to know where we have been, why?" Ziva asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Your names came up in an investigation."
"How's that?" Tony asked.
"St Marks Hotel." Agent Todd answered. "There was a body found on your floor. You were seen leaving right after estimated time of death."
Tony looked at his wife as his stomach turned. That was their hotel. He could see the wheels turning in Ziva's head and knew if the agents continued asking questions, his wife would panic and her Mossad training would kick in.
"That is our hotel, but I can assure you, we have not been in anyone's room except our own." Tony said, trying to keep his voice level.
Gibbs studied him for a few seconds. "Give me your passport." Tony sighed and pulled the document out of his suit pocket, handing it to Gibbs. "Mr. DiNardo." He then smirked and shook his head. "Your other passport." Tony gave a chuckle then looked at Ziva. She sighed then dug in her purse. The Agents watched as she brandished the documents and Gibbs handed them to Agent McGee.
"Same picture, different last names and…" Gibbs looked at the agent as his voice trailed off.
"And what?" McGee looked at Tony and Ziva, a look of shock on his face. "And what McGee?"
"Boss, they're…."
"What?"
"Mossad." Ziva replied as Tony crossed his arms. Gibbs turned to look at the two of them.
Gibbs moved closer to Ziva. "And you left out that piece of information why?" Ziva simply stared back at him.
"Because you didn't ask." Tony said, drawing the agent's attention away from his wife.
"You didn't think we were a threat?" Agent Todd asked.
Tony smirked. "No."
"It's three against two."
Tony clucked his tongue. "We each have our primary, she's got a back up and a knife. Plus, years of Mossad training. So really…it's more like four against three."
"What's Mossad doing in DC?" Gibbs asked.
"We have orders." Ziva replied, her tone short.
Kate looked at Gibbs. "So what if they're Mossad? They're probably here to kill someone. That doesn't matter?"
"Not when it is a terrorist." Ziva replied and Gibbs turned to look at her.
"Terrorist?"
"The man we're following is a known terrorist. We were sent here by Mossad." Tony answered.
"To kill him." Kate said.
"To take care of him." Ziva snarled. Tony placed a hand on her back as she glared at Kate. "You Americans do not understand. Mossad does all your dirty work for you."
Kate narrowed her eyes. "Dirty work?"
"Yes! We are the ones who take out those who are willing to sacrifice themselves to hurt others. And yet, if it is done on American soil it is illegal!" Ziva spat the words out as if they were poison.
"Because it's murder!" Kate shouted, her eyes wide.
"In Israel it is law!"
"You aren't in Israel!"
Finally Gibbs moved towards Kate, pushing her back. Tony wrapped a hand around Ziva's arm and pulled her to him. "Calm down Ziva." He whispered into her ear.
"We need to leave. They have not charged us with anything, we need to go." She glared at Kate. "I do not trust them."
Tony glanced at the agents, watching as the female argued with Gibbs. "We're leaving." He announced, drawing their attention to them. "If you decide to charge us with anything, I think you'll know where to find us."
They watched as Ziva looped her arm through Tony's and walked away.
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Ahhh! How has it been this long? I apologize to those who had been enjoying this story. I hope I didn't lose you!