Two days after his visit to the bar he exited the elevator and immediately turned around because the body of a dead sailor had been discovered in a park. He arrived at the scene highly annoyed because he hadn't gotten his morning coffee yet. He had woken up late and hadn't had time to make or buy any. Tony was taking pictures of the body and surrounding area when he glanced up and saw Gibbs talking to the girl from the bar the night before. He stared in disbelief for a minute before returning to the task at hand when McGee shoved him. McGee pulled a broken watch out of the sailors pocket and showed it to Tony. The time was frozen at 9:30 pm. Tony snapped a picture of it.

"DiNozzo! Get over here!" Gibbs shouted from where he was talking to witnesses. Tony shoved the camera at McGee and jogged over to Gibbs. "Take her in for questioning."

"Why?" Tony asked. He gulped when Gibbs gave him the look.

"I don't know DiNozzo, why don't you ask her?" Gibbs walked away back towards the body leaving Tony to gape at the girl in front of him. She gave no indication that she recognized him and looked at him expectantly. Tony shook his head quickly to clear it and walked toward one of the squad cars, gesturing that she should follow. She followed half a step behind him.

He sat down in the seat and turned the key. "Why am I taking you in for questioning?" He asked when he couldn't stand it anymore.

"I gave your Agent Gibbs a fake name," she responded bluntly, in that enticing voice of hers.

"That'll do it." Tony pulled away from the curb and down the street. He took a sharp left at the last moment and pulled up in front of a coffee shop.

"What…" she started to ask.

"I need coffee. Do you want anything?"

"Yeah, with a shot of vodka. Thanks."

Ignoring her comment, Tony got out of the car and picked up two coffees from the shop. He handed one to the girl through her car window before setting his on the hood while he peeled off his NCIS windbreaker. He threw the windbreaker into the backseat, downed half the coffee, and drove towards the Navy Yard in silence.

Did she really not remember him? How could she not recognize him at the very least? They had sat next to each other for almost two hours. He certainly remembered her, although in all fairness he had spent much more time looking at her than she had at him.

He pulled into the Navy Yard and stopped in a parking spot in the shade. He slowly turned the key and the car powered down. He got out of the car and they walked side-by-side into the building.

"What is your name? You need to sign in before we can go into the building itself."

She didn't answer.

"Okay…" Tony drew out the word as long as he could. "Do you have any weapons? Cause they're going to take them."

She stopped abruptly and stared at him for a minute. She reached to her back and pulled a knife out. She spun it in her hand, holding the handle out to him.

"Really? Where was this?" he asked as he grabbed the knife handle. There was no way he could have missed that when he looked her up and down. And she certainly would have had it at the bar. Was she reaching for this and not a gun? Tony decided that no, it had definitely been a grab for a sidearm, not a knife.

The corners of her mouth twitched. "Never go anywhere without a knife."

"Rule number nine?" Tony asked, confused. Who was this girl?

"What?" So she didn't know Gibbs' rules.

"Never mind. You don't have a gun or anything else right?"

"Why would I go to a crime scene with a gun?"

Tony opened his mouth and closed it, unsure of what to say. He opened it again for another try before giving up and walking away, sticking the knife in his holster next to the gun.

She jogged to catch up to him. "Are you going to turn in my knife?"

"I kind of have to don't I?"

She shrugged, "Not necessarily."

They walked into the lobby area. She walked through the metal detector and emptied her pockets with some reluctance. The security guard, Sam, slid a visitors badge across the table to her. She clipped it to her jacket and followed Tony into the elevator. She leaned against the back wall and continued to drink her coffee.


Tony nodded in response.

"Any chance you're going to give my knife back?"

Tony pulled it out of his holster and played with it a moment. "No. It's a nice knife. I'm going to keep it."

She clenched her fists, looked up at the emergency escape door on the ceiling and let out a long breath. Tony noticed the coffee cup getting misshaped in her hand. If she didn't release her grip soon, it was going to spill everywhere. The elevator dinged open. Tony lead the way out into the squad room. She followed behind at a distance. At his desk, he unlocked the drawer and shoved his gun and her knife unceremoniously into it. She leaned on the desk across from his, scrutinizing his every move. He locked the desk drawer and sat down in the chair.

"Out of curiosity, what name did you give the guard?"

She pulled an id out of her jacket pocket and tossed it over to him.

"Emily Davidson?" he asked. "This is a pretty good fake." He turned the id over and examined it under his desk light.

"Hah. It's more than pretty good. It's a real id."

He looked up at her. She was drinking her coffee trying to look innocent. "Yeah, but this isn't your name."

"So? Wait. How do you know?" she asked earnestly. "What gave it away?"

"The fact that it wasn't in a wallet. People keep their id's in their wallets. Also the fact that you told me. That was a pretty big giveaway." After a moment, he added, "You don't look like an Emily."


Tony looked up at McGee. "What McGoo?"

"Gibbs is looking for you. What took you so long to get back?" He glanced at the girl. "Why did you buy a suspect coffee?"

Tony shrugged. "Is she really a suspect?"

"Yeah! Take her to interrogation!"

Tony groaned and stood up. He walked with the girl down the hallway. He opened the second door and gestured for her to go in.

"Don't worry." She smiled. "This is my favorite part."

Shaking his head, he closed the door behind him.

When he walked into the observation room, McGee was already there with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Tony turned to look through the glass and immediately understood his expression. The girl was sitting in Gibbs' chair, leaning forward on the table, apparently asleep.

"What the hell?"

McGee nodded in agreement. "This'll be entertaining at the very least."

Tony nodded back to express his agreement.

They didn't have long to wait until Gibbs walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw where the girl was sitting. He slammed the door behind him. The girl didn't react for a few seconds. Then she lifted her head and yawned. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and returned his stare.

"He's going to kill her," McGee said.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Tony responded.

"Sorry. I'm just used to being on this side of the table."

One of Gibbs' eyebrows quirked before he was able to regain his mask.

"How is she not cowering. Do you see the look he's giving her?"

"I'd probably be hiding under the table right now if I was in her place." Tony responded.

The girl stood up and lazily walked around to the other side of the table.

Gibbs sat down. "Name?" he asked.

She slid an id across the table.

Tony looked down at the id that she had given him that was still in his hand. He showed it to McGee who took it out of his hand and stared at it.

"Seems legit" McGee and Gibbs said in unison.

"They're both fake," Tony answered, though only McGee could hear him. Tony barely thought about Gibbs using a word like legit, he was too focused on what was happening in interrogation.

"Do you know why you are here?" Gibbs asked.

"I'm assuming it has something to do with the fact that I am being uncooperative."

"Yep. That's why you're being treated like a suspect. If you would tell us your name we could get a more comfortable room."

She looked over Gibbs' shoulder, directly at Tony and rolled her eyes. "I'm plenty comfortable Agent Gibbs."

"Well, then where were you between nine and ten two nights ago?" he pressed.

"At a bar."

"You got anyone to verify that?"

She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Why don't you ask your very Special Agent DiNozzo?"

Gibbs had already spun around and made direct eye contact with Tony through the one-way glass when she added "And I'm sure my father had someone tailing me." Gibbs didn't acknowledge the second part of her statement. He was too concerned about what had happened between his agent and this suspect.

Tony groaned as McGee turned to stare at him as well. How could Gibbs possibly know exactly where he was standing? And why could he feel the head slap from here?

Tony started to try to explain to McGee when Gibbs gestured for him to come in. Tony groaned again. What had just happened? She'd been pretending she didn't know who he was the entire day and now she'd just thrown him under the bus. He drug his feet as he walked out of the observation room.

Abby was standing outside interrogation trying to work up the nerve to knock. When she saw Tony she jumped and ran over to him yelling his name.

"I ran facial recognition and I got a match!"

"Who is she?"

"Ziva David, daughter of Eli David…"

"Director of Mossad." Tony finished her sentence for her as he put his hand on the door handle.

"Wait Tony!" he turned around. "Tony. She's a registered assassin." She shoved a folder of images into Tony's chest.

Tony felt his eyes widen. "What is she doing here?"

Abby shrugged and went into the observation room, eager to see what happened.

Tony took a breath and pulled open the door.

He was met by two identical, furious expressions. As he looked between one and the other he couldn't keep the smirk off of his face. "What side do you want me on boss?" because I'm about to make both of you mad, he thought to himself.

"That depends. Why are you smiling, DiNozzo?"

Tony felt the smile wipe off his face. "Mainly because I just figured out who this is."

"And?" Gibbs prompted.

"No other reason." But he couldn't keep the smile off his face any longer.

"Names aren't important. She claims that you can verify her alibi."

"Yeah. I was at the bar too."


"That's it. She was there when I got there right after nine and she left before me at 10:30 or so. Besides, strangling sailors doesn't really seem like her style." He passed the folder over to Gibbs. If finding out that he had an Israeli assassin with a famous-in-their-circle father in his interrogation room surprised him, he didn't show it. "You have a point there DiNozzo." He examined the girl for a minute. "I'll be right back Ms. David."

She scowled at the table as Tony followed Gibbs out the door.

"Tell me what happened."

"I did," Tony answered as he turned to face Gibbs in the hallway.

Gibbs glared at him, waiting.

"Okay. Umm. She was drinking whiskey near me at the bar. I spent a lot of time staring at her because well she looks like that." Tony gestured to the closed door. "We had a very brief conversation. And she left after some kid tried hitting on her. She was pissed off and she reached for her hip, like you do when you go for your gun. But she stopped herself and just left. I left pretty soon after that."/p
"And you didn't sleep with her?"

"No!" Tony was shocked by the bluntness of his statement.

"Go find out why she's here."

Tony nodded and headed back to the squad room. He had been sitting at his desk for ten minutes when McGee walked into the bullpen.

"Why did you just lie to Gibbs?"


"You told him that you didn't sleep with her."

"Yeah McWrong. Because I didn't."

"Are you sure? Cause you look at her like you'd like nothing more than to undress her right then. And she looks at you the same way."

"There's a difference between wanting to something and actually doing it."

"Okay, sure." McGee walked over to his desk. Tony could tell that he didn't believe him.

He pulled Ziva's knife out of his desk and turned it over in his hand examining it, weighing it in his hand.

"Nice knife, DiNozzo." Gibbs walked into the bullpen. "What do we got."

"Nothing boss, it's Mossad. Eli David is supposedly in the States, but that's just speculation. It's not confirmed." McGee supplied.

"Maybe it's a family vacation," Tony supplemented while he concentrated on balancing the knife on his pointer finger.

"Find something." Gibbs walked back out of the bullpen, shouting back at Tony. "And put that knife away before you kill yourself."

Tony hastily dropped the knife.

The scene where Gibbs turns around to stare at Tony is essentially the entire inspiration for this fic lol. I'll try to keep posting a chapter every day as it is mostly finished and I just need to edit. Thanks for reading!