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ncisficathonTitle: Moments of recovery.
Author: Keenir.
Written for: Littlesammy.
Prompt: Tony/Ziva, spy AU.
(007 insisted on being more than just an analogy, though)
Archive: AO3. To any others - If you archive this, let me know where, so I can read it there.
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David,
Genre: Gen. Passing references to het.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They are the property of the fine actors who portray the characters, and also by the fine people who bring us NCIS.
Word Count: 1243.
Summary: Ziva and Tony banter and talk (with each other and with Agent Lee) while working together.
Note: In our history, the Soviet Union lost the Cold War in 1991. In the neighboring history this fic takes place in, the USSR won the Cold War.
also, shout-outs to Leverage and Enemy Mine. tried to get some Covert Affairs too.
Spoilers: Legend, Cloak, Dagger.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The case first came to my attention thanks to a phone call from 007. ‘If I get involved, things will blow up,’ he said, and he meant that in more ways than one. Besides, it involves my old stomping grounds…
And Ziva.
I suppose we do need to talk, me and her. But I’m not going to apologize for Warsaw. Maybe for Aleppo.
~~
“You wanted to see me?” Ziva asks me in the Rotunda of the Smithsonian Museum. “Or did you want to show off your elephant?”
“Well it is impressive,” I say.
“I have seen bigger.”
A passel of children run by us, pretending their arms are trunks.
“No doubt,” I say politely. “But I wanted to tell you to find someone else to squeeze.”
“Tony?” Ziva asks me, gently taking my wrist in one hand and turning me to face her. To any casual observer, we’re nothing more than two ordinary folks, a John and Jane going through an itchy spot in their relationship. “What is this?”
Takes practice to ask questions so easily misinterpret able. I know. “Michelle Lee. NCIS. You’re turning her.”
“Bond,” Ziva mutters, along with something I think is Aramaic. To me, she says, in English, “You’re mistaken. I’m helping her.”
“Helping her help Israel?” I say.
“Were I, that would be an improvement over her predicament.”
God help us all when Ziva finds a predicament. Only 007’s got her beat on the explosions front, “Let’s walk,” I strongly suggest.
Ziva smiles. “Like we did in Warsaw?”
“I didn’t start that fire.”
“I know, Tony, it was all heat of the moment,” she says as we walk through the exhibits of ancient life.
By the time we reach the coal swamp display, Ziva’s telling me that, “Agent Lee has a kidnapped daughter. That’s why she’s leaking classified documents to the kidnapper - an investor, I believe.”
I consider the possibility that Ziva’s behind both the abduction, leaks, and now going to rescue that daughter. Nah, not even Ari’d bother with it that convoluted; Ziva’s even less inclined to such non-directness.
The fake swamp’s in good condition, considering the latest round of budget cuts. “What’re you proposing?” I ask Ziva.
“You know me, I never propose,” she sayd.
True. Propose, no; proposition, once or twice. “We work together?”
“Once more.”
“And when we’re done?”
“We’ll see,” Ziva says.
Fair enough. She needs to justify a mission like this to Jerusalem. Assuming she hasn’t gone rogue. Nah.
So all I have to do is run an op on American soil against a U.S. citizen, and I’ve only got an Israeli as backup - have I mentioned how incredibly screwed I’ll be if this goes at all wrong? Trust me, burning is the least of my worries.
But I’m like good ol’ Bond, always ready to help a pretty face. And a great voice - there’s a night of karaoke back before I left NCIS. Ah memories.
I’d help even if I didn’t know Agent Lee. We have to hang together, we Americans, and not just because the alternative is for us to hang separately.
“We going to stand here all day?” I ask Ziva.
“I was going to let you leave first,” Ziva tells me.
“You’re all heart.”
“That explains where you shot me on that occasion.”
I don’t dignify that with an answer. Besides, I’d owed her, so I had to make it look good - to both our bosses - when she was getting away.
~~
More things go boom around 007. More crashes around Ziva, though. And we narrowly avoided another one just now. I should’ve insisted on driving.
“Who are you?” Michelle asks, sitting in the back seat.
“We’re the good guys!” Ziva says, managing to be emphatic without raising her voice.
“We are,” I assure Agent Lee when she looks at me. “And we’re going to help you.”
“I don’t -” Lee says.
“Your daughter,” Ziva says. “We’re going to help you get her back.”
“Who sent you?”
Well, I got a heads-up on this, but that’s not what you mean. “Nobody,” I say. “We just want to help.”
Agent Lee looks at Ziva. Did you two meet, and nobody told me? “You’re Kidon,” she says.
Ziva’s got this brief laugh. Uses it now, for example. “Kidon? No, I’m not Kidon. But you saw me training with them, didn’t you?” We definitely need to talk, Miss David.
~~
We’re circling around the kidnapper’s neighborhood, without Agent Lee, when I ask Ziva, “You know her?”
“Yes, as well as you do,” Ziva says.
“Do tell,” I invite.
“She accompanied one Jenny Sheppard. They were both Navy, but their cover was part of a church group.”
Makes sense - can’t throw a tin can in Israel without hitting something with Biblical ties. And they’d need a cover since active Navy aren’t really welcome in Ziva’s homeland after the Cold War’s end and the whole Cole Affair.
“Agent Lee was much better at covertness, Tony. You might consider recruiting her.”
The thought’s occurred to me. Wasn’t about to mention that to you, Ziva, because then you’d try to turn her, or at least make sure Michelle feels she owes you.
~~
Two days later, we’ve recovered Agent Lee’s daughter, left the kidnapper tied up on NCIS’ doorstep - jurisdiction, even Ziva agreed: they’ll give him the harshest punishment.
So I’m walking through a public park alongside Michelle Lee, and we’re quiet. Just me and her passing the fountains and statues and big rocks.
“I never got a chance to thank Ziva,” she says after thanking me.
“I’ll pass it on to her. She mentioned you were in Jerusalem once,” I say.
Agent Lee doesn’t deny it. She nods. “I was. Recon to see just how cozy their new capital was with Moscow.”
“Thought something like that was more Langley’s job than Annapolis’.”
“Agent Sheppard… She felt your colleagues there weren’t doing as much as they could.” There’ve been days I felt that way too.
Moscow used its victory clout to push a peace down the throats of its Arab clients and Israel. Jerusalem was a minor detail compared to what else they did. We were all stretched thin keeping an eye on everything happening, all the changes going on.
Speaking of changes… “What’re you going to do now?” I ask. Now that you’ve got your daughter back.
“I have some vacation time I’ve been putting off for a while now,” Michelle says. “I need to decide whether to return to NCIS, or to find another line of work.”
“I can make a call if you like,” I offer.
“I may list you as a reference,” she says, and I nod. “Thank you both,” she says again. “I probably won’t see either of you again, will I?”
“Maybe not, possibly you will, it depends,” I say.
“Permaybehaps,” she says, quoting Enemy Mine.
“Good taste, and absolutely right.”
“You’ll see Ziva David again, though, right?”
“Jealous?” I tease her.
“Of which one of you?” Agent Lee replies right back with.
Okay, I deserved that. “Yeah, our paths keep crossing. Me and Ziva.”
“DiNozzo and David. Sounds like a detective agency.”
“Maybe when we retire.” And set up shop in some small, neutral country. Like Japan.
“All the best,” Michelle says, giving me a quick hug before hurrying to where her parents and daughter are waiting.
“You too,” I say to the wind, watching her go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The End
Author: Keenir.
Written for: Littlesammy.
Prompt: Tony/Ziva, spy AU.
(007 insisted on being more than just an analogy, though)
Archive: AO3. To any others - If you archive this, let me know where, so I can read it there.
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David,
Genre: Gen. Passing references to het.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They are the property of the fine actors who portray the characters, and also by the fine people who bring us NCIS.
Word Count: 1243.
Summary: Ziva and Tony banter and talk (with each other and with Agent Lee) while working together.
Note: In our history, the Soviet Union lost the Cold War in 1991. In the neighboring history this fic takes place in, the USSR won the Cold War.
also, shout-outs to Leverage and Enemy Mine. tried to get some Covert Affairs too.
Spoilers: Legend, Cloak, Dagger.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The case first came to my attention thanks to a phone call from 007. ‘If I get involved, things will blow up,’ he said, and he meant that in more ways than one. Besides, it involves my old stomping grounds…
And Ziva.
I suppose we do need to talk, me and her. But I’m not going to apologize for Warsaw. Maybe for Aleppo.
~~
“You wanted to see me?” Ziva asks me in the Rotunda of the Smithsonian Museum. “Or did you want to show off your elephant?”
“Well it is impressive,” I say.
“I have seen bigger.”
A passel of children run by us, pretending their arms are trunks.
“No doubt,” I say politely. “But I wanted to tell you to find someone else to squeeze.”
“Tony?” Ziva asks me, gently taking my wrist in one hand and turning me to face her. To any casual observer, we’re nothing more than two ordinary folks, a John and Jane going through an itchy spot in their relationship. “What is this?”
Takes practice to ask questions so easily misinterpret able. I know. “Michelle Lee. NCIS. You’re turning her.”
“Bond,” Ziva mutters, along with something I think is Aramaic. To me, she says, in English, “You’re mistaken. I’m helping her.”
“Helping her help Israel?” I say.
“Were I, that would be an improvement over her predicament.”
God help us all when Ziva finds a predicament. Only 007’s got her beat on the explosions front, “Let’s walk,” I strongly suggest.
Ziva smiles. “Like we did in Warsaw?”
“I didn’t start that fire.”
“I know, Tony, it was all heat of the moment,” she says as we walk through the exhibits of ancient life.
By the time we reach the coal swamp display, Ziva’s telling me that, “Agent Lee has a kidnapped daughter. That’s why she’s leaking classified documents to the kidnapper - an investor, I believe.”
I consider the possibility that Ziva’s behind both the abduction, leaks, and now going to rescue that daughter. Nah, not even Ari’d bother with it that convoluted; Ziva’s even less inclined to such non-directness.
The fake swamp’s in good condition, considering the latest round of budget cuts. “What’re you proposing?” I ask Ziva.
“You know me, I never propose,” she sayd.
True. Propose, no; proposition, once or twice. “We work together?”
“Once more.”
“And when we’re done?”
“We’ll see,” Ziva says.
Fair enough. She needs to justify a mission like this to Jerusalem. Assuming she hasn’t gone rogue. Nah.
So all I have to do is run an op on American soil against a U.S. citizen, and I’ve only got an Israeli as backup - have I mentioned how incredibly screwed I’ll be if this goes at all wrong? Trust me, burning is the least of my worries.
But I’m like good ol’ Bond, always ready to help a pretty face. And a great voice - there’s a night of karaoke back before I left NCIS. Ah memories.
I’d help even if I didn’t know Agent Lee. We have to hang together, we Americans, and not just because the alternative is for us to hang separately.
“We going to stand here all day?” I ask Ziva.
“I was going to let you leave first,” Ziva tells me.
“You’re all heart.”
“That explains where you shot me on that occasion.”
I don’t dignify that with an answer. Besides, I’d owed her, so I had to make it look good - to both our bosses - when she was getting away.
~~
More things go boom around 007. More crashes around Ziva, though. And we narrowly avoided another one just now. I should’ve insisted on driving.
“Who are you?” Michelle asks, sitting in the back seat.
“We’re the good guys!” Ziva says, managing to be emphatic without raising her voice.
“We are,” I assure Agent Lee when she looks at me. “And we’re going to help you.”
“I don’t -” Lee says.
“Your daughter,” Ziva says. “We’re going to help you get her back.”
“Who sent you?”
Well, I got a heads-up on this, but that’s not what you mean. “Nobody,” I say. “We just want to help.”
Agent Lee looks at Ziva. Did you two meet, and nobody told me? “You’re Kidon,” she says.
Ziva’s got this brief laugh. Uses it now, for example. “Kidon? No, I’m not Kidon. But you saw me training with them, didn’t you?” We definitely need to talk, Miss David.
~~
We’re circling around the kidnapper’s neighborhood, without Agent Lee, when I ask Ziva, “You know her?”
“Yes, as well as you do,” Ziva says.
“Do tell,” I invite.
“She accompanied one Jenny Sheppard. They were both Navy, but their cover was part of a church group.”
Makes sense - can’t throw a tin can in Israel without hitting something with Biblical ties. And they’d need a cover since active Navy aren’t really welcome in Ziva’s homeland after the Cold War’s end and the whole Cole Affair.
“Agent Lee was much better at covertness, Tony. You might consider recruiting her.”
The thought’s occurred to me. Wasn’t about to mention that to you, Ziva, because then you’d try to turn her, or at least make sure Michelle feels she owes you.
~~
Two days later, we’ve recovered Agent Lee’s daughter, left the kidnapper tied up on NCIS’ doorstep - jurisdiction, even Ziva agreed: they’ll give him the harshest punishment.
So I’m walking through a public park alongside Michelle Lee, and we’re quiet. Just me and her passing the fountains and statues and big rocks.
“I never got a chance to thank Ziva,” she says after thanking me.
“I’ll pass it on to her. She mentioned you were in Jerusalem once,” I say.
Agent Lee doesn’t deny it. She nods. “I was. Recon to see just how cozy their new capital was with Moscow.”
“Thought something like that was more Langley’s job than Annapolis’.”
“Agent Sheppard… She felt your colleagues there weren’t doing as much as they could.” There’ve been days I felt that way too.
Moscow used its victory clout to push a peace down the throats of its Arab clients and Israel. Jerusalem was a minor detail compared to what else they did. We were all stretched thin keeping an eye on everything happening, all the changes going on.
Speaking of changes… “What’re you going to do now?” I ask. Now that you’ve got your daughter back.
“I have some vacation time I’ve been putting off for a while now,” Michelle says. “I need to decide whether to return to NCIS, or to find another line of work.”
“I can make a call if you like,” I offer.
“I may list you as a reference,” she says, and I nod. “Thank you both,” she says again. “I probably won’t see either of you again, will I?”
“Maybe not, possibly you will, it depends,” I say.
“Permaybehaps,” she says, quoting Enemy Mine.
“Good taste, and absolutely right.”
“You’ll see Ziva David again, though, right?”
“Jealous?” I tease her.
“Of which one of you?” Agent Lee replies right back with.
Okay, I deserved that. “Yeah, our paths keep crossing. Me and Ziva.”
“DiNozzo and David. Sounds like a detective agency.”
“Maybe when we retire.” And set up shop in some small, neutral country. Like Japan.
“All the best,” Michelle says, giving me a quick hug before hurrying to where her parents and daughter are waiting.
“You too,” I say to the wind, watching her go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The End
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