On Your Six - We'll Always Have Paris

Chapter Three - Alias

A/N - A little late, but here it is! Sniffle, my little brother graduated high school this week! I feel old, lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Spoilers - Season 3/4

Disclaimer - I own nothing

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FBI Headquarters, Temporary NCIS Headquarters; Abby's Lab Room; 10:30 a.m.

"So, I'm thinking Matthew and Silvana Winchester from Greenwich, New York. Matthew is a investment banker, 34, son of Charles and Barbara Winchester in Greenwich, New York. M.B.A. from New York University. Silvana's maiden name is Mastrantonio and she is 29. Her mother was born Judith Bronfman, from a prominent American-Israeli family. Her father Sebastian is a successful Chilean businessman. Silvana graduated from Brown with a B.A. in International Relations and spends her time on various charity boards in New York City. You just got married this weekend," Abby said, pausing to take a breath. "McGee and I will fix it so this will all stand up against any background check."

Tony nodded. "Investment banker. I like it."

"Wait a minute, what else do I do?" Ziva asked with a slight frown. "Besides the charities."

"You're a society wife, Ziva," Tony supplied jauntily. "That is what you do. Take it from someone who has one for a mother."

"Well, that is boring," Ziva replied scowled. "Abby, can't I work for the U.N. or something?"

"Uh---" Abby began, but was cut off by Tony.

"Yeah, that's what La Grenouille will want to hear. That he's dealing with someone from the United Nations," he said sarcastically. "Come on!"

Ziva raised an eyebrow at him. "Clearly, you've never met any of the U.N. delegates, Tony. I have no doubt that La Grenouille might likely count some among his close friends, given the director's profile of him. If he believes that I work for a branch of the U.N. in some capacity, it may lead to interesting conversation. Especially with his daughter. I could work as a coordinator for UNICEF."

"That's a great idea, Ziva!" Abby said as she typed the information into the database NCIS used to create covers. Ziva smiled triumphantly at Tony, who shrugged nonchalantly.

"Might come in handy, David," Tony said with a slight smile. Although the idea of going undercover with Ziva excited him in more ways than one, he couldn't help but wonder about Jenny's stake in all this. It was true that La Grenouille was a wanted man, but something about her steely thoroughness in compiling the arms dealer's file led him to believe that something personal was in play. Having just gone through the wringer with Ziva, he wasn't sure he was up to anymore unpleasant surprises regarding criminals hitting too close to home. If he knew Gibbs, and he did, the man either knew what was going on with Jenny or was going to make damn sure he found out soon. Whether he'd share that information with them was another question altogether.

"I'd like to know when I'll ever get an undercover assignment," McGee muttered as he worked on his computer to insert the cover information into all the government and private background check systems.

"What was that, Probie?" Tony asked as he came to stand behind him.

"Nothing," McGee responded dejectedly.

"You'll get one soon enough, McGeek," Tony said knowingly. "MacGyveresque where you can use all that technical know-how that nobody but Abby understands."

McGee eyed Tony curiously.

Tony frowned. "What? I got something on my face?"

"No, that was really nice of you to say, Tony," McGee observed.

Tony scoffed as he went back toward Abby and Ziva. "I'm always nice to you, Probie."

They all looked at him pointedly.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. "It's called humor people! Get some!"

Ziva shook her head in amusement. She would never be bored with Tony, she thought with an inward sigh. They would need to talk about everything tonight. How their erstwhile relationship would fit into this assignment. She still didn't have the answer to that one. Or, she thought ruefully, I'm avoiding the answer. As well as what else might come with this assignment. She knew Tony had noticed the director's dogged determination just as she did. Ziva recalled their time in Cairo, remembering how Jenny's reckless pursuit of Guillaume had landed her in trouble and led to their meeting each other. They would need to tread carefully in Monaco.

As if Ziva'd summoned her with her thoughts, Jenny strolled into the makeshift lab with Gibbs trailing behind, his usual expression of displeasure evident. "Ready with those I.D.s, Abby, McGee?"

"Almost there, Director," McGee said as he continued to type. "I'm just working on updating all pertinent public records for them. It'll be another half-hour tops."

Jenny nodded. "Let me see their profiles," she asked Abby. Abby brought up both profiles on the big screen, along with their passports, birth certificates, and other identifications. Jenny studied them along with Gibbs.

"Investment banker?" Gibbs said skeptically, eyeing Tony.

Tony pouted. "Hey, Boss. I know money. My dad used to always drone on about investing and stuff. And I listened half the time."

"Still might be a good idea to brush up on it, DiNozzo. Your cover's got to withstand serious scrutiny," Gibbs replied, giving Jenny a pointed sidelong glance that she ignored.

Tony noted the exchange, but only said: "I've got it covered, Boss."

"You, too, Ziva with UNICEF. You both better get started on that now," Jenny added. "These are great Abby, McGee. I want everything printed and ready by seventeen-hundred. Tony and Ziva, I'll want to see you then as well. You'll give me the rundown on your covers and full backgrounds with all supporting knowledge." Before she could continue, her cell phone rang. "Excuse me," she said as she read the incoming number and left the room.

The five remaining occupants eyed each other in silence.

"I've already gone on record as not liking this assignment, but since you two already agreed to it, I'm going to have to live with it," Gibbs said gruffly.

"We know there's something else to this, Boss," Tony spoke up seriously. "Isn't it better that we're on it if involves the Director in some way than just any other agents?"

Gibbs met his gaze steadily, reminded once again not to underestimate his senior field agent. "Just be prepared for anything. Once you're inserted, it can go several ways as far as how long you'll stay undercover and how we can extract you. It might be as easy as getting information and leaving as if you're coming back from your honeymoon. But if anything changes in the status quo..."

"We'll be ready, Gibbs," Ziva interjected. "Tony's right, it's better us than anyone else."

Gibbs only grunted. He suspected something between the two of them, but could not decide if he should confront them on it before this assignment. He firmly believed that relationships between agents did not work and jeopardized the work. He hoped both Tony and Ziva would know better than to continue anything at this point. His cell phone rang.

"Gibbs," he answered, turning away from the others.

"I found Rivkin," Agent Paula Cassidy said on the other end. "You're not going to believe where he is."

"I'm not going guess," Gibbs said tersely.

"He just entered Dr. Jeanne Benoit's apartment," Paula responded flatly.

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Chapter 4 - Michael Rivkin

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