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"She hasn't moved a muscle since we brought her in."

"Like at all?"

"Not a muscle."

"Maybe she's a robot, sent to planet Earth to destroy us all!" Abby Scuito declared from the other side of the Interrogation window. Her normal Goth clothing and make up were accentuated by the dim room lighting, making her seem even darker. Her pig tails bounced cheerfully up and down as she moved.

Next to her sat Timothy McGee. His slight baby face reflected in the glass as the two watched their boss and the girl on the other side of the wall. He looked young to be in such a prominent position with a navy suit giving him a technological and sophisticated air.

"Boss make her cry yet, McSpy-A-Lot?"

Tony DiNozzo popped a handful of popcorn in his mouth before settling down next to the two, watching the scene with hazel eyes. He wore an expensive and freshly ironed suit. His hair stuck up slightly in the front. He was in his mid to late twenties and looked cool as a cucumber watching the other man in the room.

On the other side of the glass sat a young woman, small and petite with dark, wild curls.

Their boss sat across from her, staring her down darkly. She girl wore dark tee shirt that didn't fit her thin frame and long jeans with heavy boots. A gold necklace, obviously old and expensive, with a delicately crafted Star of David hung from her neck.

Their boss, the legendary Leroy Jethro Gibbs, had his back to the audience. His silver hair reflecting small sections of light from the ominous hanging blub.

The doors to the other side of the interrogation room slammed opened and both DiNozzo and McGee flew up into a standing position. Two men entered with their Director not far behind.

"Get that fool out of there," the man snapped with accented English. "It's a miracle she hasn't killed him yet."

"Whoa, what's going on? Boss has been in there with her for hours and she hasn't said anything, let along tried to off him. Who the hell are you people?"

Tony blocked the exit with his hand on the door knob. The Director moved in front of the group. Leon Vance looked stressed and nervous in his black suit. His dark skinned forehead was dotted with beads of sweat.

"Agent DiNozzo, these gentlemen are from the Israeli Embassy. They're here to collect Miss David."

"David? No, we have a Miss Linae Revegi. Not a David," McGee spoke up, moving to stand next to his partner. He took in the forms of the two older men with calculating eyes.

Both of them wore expensive suits with leather shoes. One wore wire framed glasses and the other sported a slightly graying beard. The younger of the two had a heavy gun strapped to his side and the other simply looked like a diplomat.

"Well obviously your department doesn't know an alias when they see one. Ziva David has spent six month breaking a terrorist group in Somalia. You would have died of old age before she told you anything you wanted to know. Get your agent out of the interrogation room before he ends up dead or worse," the younger man said roughly, pushing through the two agent to open the door.

Gibbs roared up from the desk as everyone came flooding into the room. In the commotion, no one noticed the young, petite girl move like a ghost from the crowded room into the hallway.

"What the hell? Director, who are these people?"

"Gibbs, everyone just calm down. Miss David? Where is Miss David?" Vance snapped, looking around the room, his eyes wide and nervous.

The girl migrated towards the man with the gun, taking in the room with large brown eyes.

"I was wondering when you were going to find me, Hadar," she said, with a wry smile.

The man gave her a tight smile in return, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, and he put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her body closer into his larger one.

The girl stiffed upon contact, but then relaxed into his warmth. Next to the muscular and tall man she looked smaller, younger, and much more vulnerable.

"What's going on?"

"Gibbs, this is Ziva David. Mossad. There was a mistake. Miss David was just leaving," Vance said smoothly, watching the girl lightly with probing eyes.

"Da-veed?" Gibbs said, turning to stare at the girl. "We caught her stalking our suspect, Orin Hassem, suspected seller of military code to launch an attack on DC. I don't think there was a mistake. Just another capital cover up."

He paused before, "they promote young at Mossad these days."

"Officer David is very good at what she does, Agent Gibbs. I'm sure it was just a coincidence that she was tip toeing around your suspect. Right, Zivaleh," Hadar said stiffly, clearly ending the conversation line, as he looked down at the girl.

"Ken."

"So as you can see, Agent Gibbs, it's just a big misunderstanding. Mossad and their Director thank you for your cooperation and making sure Miss David was kept safely on American soil. If you ever need anything from us, please do not hesitate to ask," the diplomatic man said smoothly, gesturing for David and Hadar to exit the room.

"Actually, there is."

The three Israelis turned to look at the Senior Agent.

"Our female agent is in the Atlantic on an alternate assignment. We need someone to go undercover with Special Agent DiNozzo to try and recover both Hassem and his software before he makes the drop. Miss David has a reputation that precedes her."

The girl turned to look up at the diplomat with an expressionless face. The man hesitated, exchanging a look with Hadar.

"We will be willing to lend Miss David to your case for the undercover operation in exchange that her name is breeched from any of the official and unofficial records."

Gibbs shot a glance at Vance, who swallowed quickly before nodding.

"Done."