I stand there for several minutes looking at all of them. The new girl. My mind scrolls back to the file that i recently read. Agent Eleanor Bishop?
"Agent Bishop?" I extend my hand out to her and she hesitantly takes it. "Special Agent Montgomery." I shake her hand and pull back. "Nice to meet you." i say innocently.
"um... same?" she says it more like a question.
"So... you guys would have had to go through security to get here. That means going through the director and various background checks. Furthermore, you would have had to go through a security machine, get fingerprinted and sign in with a lanyard to have access to Mossad's grounds. And you woiuld have had to have a high secuirty clearance to get to my apartment and you can only get permission from the director or me to come to my apartment or the building block. Which means that the director went behind my back to get this authorised so you better have a good reason of why you are here or i will shoot you." I lift the flowy top up, exposing my tattooed skin and the handgun that is clipped to the waistbands of my jeans.
"We are here on the basis that one of Mossad's undercover operations involved a marine." DiNozzo starts.
"And he died in one of the operations?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Gibbs answers.
"Why did you come to me?" I ask.
"The director said that you are in charge of Mossad undercover operations and all personnel in the agency."
"Oh wow! I finally get credit for something." I roll my eyes sarcastically. "Do you want to come in instead of standing in the doorway?" I open the door and turn my back to them, walking to the leather sofa. I hear the door close behind me and i point to the two massive sofas squished together and they sit down. I throw myself down on the one seater leather recliner and put my head on my hand.
"We want to know who was in charge of the operation and whoever took part in the operation that knew him." DiNozzo asks.
"Tell me where the undercover operation was then." i mess with a knot in my hair.
"It was a sort of strip club called 'Shotgun Baby!' " DiNozzo smirks.
"Who was in charge?" Gibbs presses forward. I close my eyes and think in my mind back to all the operations that i run. After several minutes, DiNozzo gets bored.
"Anything?" He says, temper rising in his voice.
"Agent DiNozzo." I open my eyes, my temper at its boiling point. "You have to remember that i oversee 2690 Mossad agents on a daily basis. They all ask me at least one question. I oversee 15 meetings a week, all about a different matter. I have to take notes and remember them for my own meeting at the end of the week with the director. I have to oversee thousands of undercover outfits, and code names and clubs and businesses a week. So asking me to find 1 of them is a challenge. " I can feel my temper about to burst.
Its going to be a tough time trying not to shoot them.
