Ziva David - NCIS

Chapter 2

There's a loud, repetitive noise drowning on and on next to me. I sigh and pull my aching body into a sitting up position to find my alarm clock beeping. 3:32 . Groaning, i unwrap the bloodied bandages from my arms to find the fresh cuts covered with sticky, dried blood. Last night, i experienced another episode of Somalia, just because i wouldn't shoot a police officer that pulled me over for speeding. My hands find the lamp in the darkness of my Mossad Officer apartment and flick it on. The light flashes once then turns on. I pull on a pair of black leggings, black combat boots and a long sleeved white lacy top, and my thin black hoodie with the words - Mossad- on the back in block white letters. I straighten my hair so it reaches just the top of my hips and apply the smallest amount of eyeliner and blusher to my pale face. I slip a handful of knifes down the sides of my knee-high boots and around the waist band of my leggings. I strap 2 guns to my waist beofre adding another gun down each boot. I then slip open the secret compartment in my flat boots to place a small pen knife. I pick up my Iphone 7 just as it starts ringing.

"Hello?" I speak into the phone, not bothering to check caller I.D.

"Ziva, how nice to hear from you again." My fathers cold voice sends shivers down my spine.

"Dad, you saw me yesterday. Whats wrong?" I mentally face palm myself.

"I need to visit DC, Washington. There has been a security breach." His voice rings of authority.

"What's happened?" I close my apartment door and make my way outside to the apartment square.

"There's an NCIS undercover agent that is working under the cover of an Mossad agent to find faults against me."

"How do you know its NCIS?" I question him.

"The I.D. matches up and i've had my suspicions for a while now."

"What do you plan to do?" I ask, fully knowing the answer.

"I need you and 5 other agents to accompany me on my journey to DC, NCIS headquarters. I need to speak to the director and i expect you to represent Mossad and its officers. Remember our agreement, no phyical contact or social contact. No laughing, no joining in without my permission. No communication needed to be used, unless i give the go ahead. Is that clear? Or if you disobey any of my rules, we will have an reconstruction of last night, but worse. Clear?" He commands.

"Crystal." I reply back sharply. What the hell am i going to do?

"Pack one overnight bag, only bringing essentials. All weapons are neccessary. Guns, Knifes, the whole lot. Meet me at safe house 4 in 5 minutes with your things. We'll leave in 15 minutes. When we get to D.C. You are my personal guard, follow guarding protocol." He ends the call. I sprint back upstairs and yank open a Nike duffel bag. I quickly place leggings and shirts with my toiletries and make up inside the bag before wrapping up my spare phone battery. I remember that D.C is a cold place so I pack a thick Mossad hoodie in my bag before running to safe house 4. There in all his glory is my father waiting with George, Quill, Woody, James and Tommy. Tommy is one of my best friends since me growing up in Israel. We call each other by the first letter of our first names. For example, I call James J, or Quill Q.

"Hey Z," T smiles at me. I smile weakly before turning to my father.

"Everyone take an earpiece and gold chain. This will allow me to keep control of you all times. Get in the car."
He then leans towards me as I clasp the bracelet together on my wrist.

"And it tracks you so if you happen to go anywhere with your old little friends, I'll know all about it." My father casually threatens me and I nod.

WHEN THEY HAVE LANDED IN D.C.
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I walk off the plane and switch my ear piece on.

"Q and W take far guard positions, G and J go ahead and T stay with me." I speak into my earpiece. My team spread out and we cover the airport as we get into the black Land Rover. We finally pull up outside the NCIS building. Its time to face the demons.