So. I thought that i wouldn't either have any wifi, or would be blocked, but, neither is true! So I don't have to wait till the weekends to update, also I can still read PM's and stuff, so feel free to still do them :)
Ziva had managed to convince Tony to let her go to work, after some complaining, a lot of threatening and a small amount of begging he had finally agreed. She saw no reason to not go, the threat from the Brotherhood loomed in the back of her mind, but Ziva didn't want to let it control her life, although she had begun to see why Gibbs wanted someone with her at all times. Both her and Tony had been slightly relieved to have a night alone, Tony insisting on joining Ziva in the shower, their activities roamed to the bedroom as they finally released their cravings into each other. The memory of Betzalel lost in love. Ziva knew that if anything was going to happen, she would be safest at NCIS, where the security checkpoints, cameras, retinal scanners and other security measures were likely to prevent anything. She wasn't sure, nor would she ever admit, but the prospect of what could happen, not knowing what actually was planned, was nearly painful.
She finished writing the report of what had occurred the other night with Betzalel, Gibbs had told Vance, he assured her he was vague, of their history. Whilst she was originally horrified of her Director's reaction she had begun to calm down, he had walked past and only nodded to her briefly. She knew that Gibbs was driving Hasmia back from the hospital and with little to do until they arrived she decided to go and get a smoothie from the stand nearby, a five minute walk.
Ziva looked up at Tony, who was reading another of his 'Woman's Sporting' magazines that he kept stowed in his desk drawer, she knew that most other woman would mind, but he made up for it in other areas. "Tony," She beckoned.
He didn't glance up, just replied, "No you cannot go for a walk."
She sighed, "You can come, just to get a smoothie!"
Tony shut his magazine, taking his feet off his desk answered, "Not happening Zee-Vah!"
"Why Not?!" She toyed, his reaction stating the reason, "Well OK, I know why, but really? In broad daylight?! With an agent present, it is unlikely for anything to happen!" Ziva knew it sounded like she was begging but she couldn't handle not being able to do anything else, Hasmia had set both the chess and the solitaire scores too high and there was no more work for her to do.
Tony gave her a hard look, finally making his decision, "Fine. We can go, but only there and back," He firmly answered, leaving no room for arguing the terms he had set.
Ziva nodded slowly, trying not to laugh at his serious manner, it was so unlike him, "Yes Agent DiNozzo."
"Perfect Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David," He responded in a equal tone.
Finally they both laughed and stood, grabbing their phones and wallets, leaving the building hand in hand.
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It was nearly lunchtime the next day when Hasmia was discharged from hospital, after the doctors decided that a deep gash on her upper arm needed stitches, which ended up taking longer than they had originally expected. The night had been difficult for both her and Tony, who had driven back to take over from McGee, it had turned out that once she got the hang of it she easily bet him in poker. She bet Tony also in quick succession, but when he suggested that she go to sleep the look in her eyes was unmistakable, fearful. Tony was one of the few who had actually seen, and comforted Hasmia after a nightmare, both of them wordlessly agreed the demons were likely to come back. He had considered asking for something to help her sleep but decided against it, she deserved more than to be doped up to deal with her problems. Tony could see when she was obviously fighting slumber, but had managed to convince her to just rest, he would wake her if anything seemed bad.
She only lasted an hour before quiet murmurs, full of distress even with their lowered volume, could be heard. He sighed to himself, his sympathy for the girl growing. Tony was at her side, quickly brushing her curls from her face, singing to her the same lullaby that seemed to help, she had woken and finished it quietly with him.
Gibbs had driven in to pick her up and take her back to NCIS, he was determined that neither of his girls would get hurt anymore. Tony had suggested that if they had wanted to hurt Ziva, by torturing her niece than it is likely that the question of where Ziva lived was just so it seemed they wanted something, not just her pain. Hasmia had barely said anything since she had gotten back, but Gibbs could see she had been in pain, he'd had broken ribs before and knew how badly they had hurt, he didn't even want to think about how the rest of her small body felt. He glanced across at her, she was fiddling absentmindedly with the charm bracelet on her wrist, gazing out the window, the Marine noticed she was taking deep, purposeful breaths, careful of her injured ribs.
"They hurt when they break don't they? Did mine back in Desert Storm, took far too long to heal for my liking," He commented, hoping to get her talking again.
For a moment he thought she wouldn't reply but she quietly asked, "What happened?"
"Bullet proof vests, they stop the bullet good, just don't stop you from getting hurt," Gibbs explained, "Wrap it in something cold tonight or else they might swell up more and that'll hurt."
"Ok, am I staying at Tony and Ziva's still?" She cautiously asked, obviously nervous of not being welcomed back after what had happened.
Gibbs gentle laugh put her at ease though, "Unless you would prefer McGee's place."
"You are joking right?" Hasmia replied quickly.
He smirked, "Yeah I'm joking alright," Gibbs knew that she could easily run off if she didn't want to stay anywhere.
Hasmia nodded a reply, her face hinting a small smile.
He pulled into the car park of NCIS, the atmosphere in the car a lot lighter.
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McGee glanced up from his desk when he heard the elevator door ding open, assuming it would be either Gibbs and Hasmia or Tony and Ziva. He was with Abby when they must have left, he found a note pinned to his chair, it was obviously from Tony, the sharp end was positioned to prick him on purpose. Tim was surprised however when a man in a suit briskly walked in, looking around before approaching his desk.
He held up a badge, "Are you Agent Timothy McGee?"
"Uh yeah, what's this about?" He asked.
The man replied in the same dull tone, "We are from Homeland Security and we are investigating Mossad Liaison Ziva David. We understand you work with her."
Tim was shocked, no one could ever question Ziva's loyalties to either America and Israel, the idea was ridiculous, he voiced his opinion, "Ziva is the most loyal person I know, she couldn't have done anything wrong!"
The Agent wasn't moved, "Then you wouldn't mind us searching her desk." He turned and motioned to go towards the vacant work space.
McGee paused, unable to believe it what was happening. He opened a drawer when Tim argued, "Unless you have a warrant I'm going to have to ask you to-"
He held up the signed form allowing him to proceed, McGee knew he was beaten, he left to quickly go and phone Gibbs.
He answered immediately, "Yeah McGee?"
Tim leant against the elevator, he had done a Gibbs and locked himself inside it, "Yes Boss, there's a agent here from Homeland, he, he said they are investigating Ziva."
"What?! I'm nearly there McGee, hold them off." Gibbs sharply instructed.
"But they have a warrant."
"McGee!" He snapped.
Tim sighed, "Yes boss," The line went dead as he left the steel room, quickly walking towards the agent, "Sorry, didn't see your credentials properly, I'm going to have to see that again." He asked firmly, putting on his best voice.
He looked up from the filing cabinet he had opened, "Son, this is well below your pay check."
"I don't care! Let me see your ID or I am calling security!" McGee snapped angrily.
His eyebrows raised in curiosity but handed his credentials anyway, McGee stalling and taking as long as he could to check them.
The agent, named Steve Larson, saw this time wasting, reached to grab it back, to continue his work when the elevator doors opened.
Gibbs stormed in, Hasmia trailing cautiously behind him, "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" He yelled at the Agent.
The man smoothed back his slick, black hair, "Sir, I am Detective Steve Larson, from Homeland Security, we are investigating Mossad Liaison Ziva David." He held up the signed warrant, "Now may I continue?"
"No, you're with me," Gibbs ordered, motioning for Larson to follow him up to Vance's office.
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Hasmia was confused, after McGee had phoned Gibbs was really angry, McGee's face wouldn't stop being a bright red, there was a man from Homeland, not that she knew what that meant, who was looking through her aunt's desk and Ziva and Tony weren't there. Sighing she sat down at Ziva's desk, just as the elevator door dinged open, Ziva and Tony rushing into the bullpen.
"McGee, what happened?" Tony asked quickly, Tim had phoned them to hurry up and get back from their smoothie trip.
"Homeland they're investigating, uh you Ziva," He mumbled.
She didn't react at first, confusion evident on her face, then it became a reality for her, "What?!" She glanced at her boyfriend for reassurance, "I have not done anything, I, you believe me right?"
He squeezed her hand, "Of course I believe ya, did he say anything else McGook?"
"No, just that he had a warrant, he's up with The Director now."
"What is Homeland?" Hasmia asked quietly, from her spot at her aunt's desk, entirely forgotten by the team.
Tony forced a small smile, "It's fine Mia, don't worry it's just-"
"Tell me." She interrupted, fed up with being shielded from their work, she had seen worse, lived worse.
He hesitated, receiving a small nod from Ziva to tell her, "Homeland Security, it is like the FBI or CIA, except they only look into possible terrorist things, National Security stuff."
Her brow furrowed in concentration, as she tried to understand what he meant, after her night with the Brotherhood her English had gotten worse, "So they think Ziva is," She paused in frustration, "Hamas?"
Ziva shrugged, "I don't know, I have not done anything," She repeated in a distressed tone.
Tony gave her a reassuring hug, "I know baby, it'll be alright."
Sorry that took so long, boarding and all it wasn't easy to get written! Anyways hope you enjoyed it!
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