The Evil in The Sunshine...(ZIVA)

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Special Agent Woodreaux headed down the halls of Langley. She was annoyed. Her new boss, a woman called Valerie Olwin-the Snake Lady, as she was known around the Agency-had just assigned her to a most dangerous assignment. And this Olwin woman didn't seem to care that she had Max at home to look after.

Daphne was going to head a team to hunt the Deputy Director of the Mossad. Because that would be TOTALLY easy. ANd this would be the first time that Daphne had the lead on an assignment. Ok, she wasn't totally by her self-Olwin would be on hand, as well as some of her collegues from the New York office. She was nervous. She was scared. She was stupid. She should've listened her to father and gotten a job in the private sector.

She walked into her office, and tossed the file on her desk. She sat down and sipped at her coffee. She looked at the file. THis man was wanted for killing a Mossad agent's father. Lovely. She wracked her brain-did she know anyone at the state department? Her father probably did. She typed a name into the Agency database. It spat back a file for an NCIS agent by the name of Ziva David. A jump from Mossad to NCIS?! Daphne thought it was a bit strange, but oh well. She got her suit jacket from the hook and went to the car.

She drove to the Navy yard nearby, and after showing her badge and going thorough a security check, she was allowed in. Her mind went immeditaly to her childhood-she had grown up on Army bases, and some Navy and Air Force ones, too...they were all the same. She made her way towards the NCIS building-a sailor in Cracker Jacks had pointed the way-and let herself in. She spoke to the person at the front desk.

I am Special Agent Daphne Woodreaux, here for Agent Ziva David.

STATUS # FINISHED
FEATURING # ZIva
WORD COUNT # I never count
NOTES # I hate starting threads..and I should probably start watching NCIS.
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

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"I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died, My dreams ran like sand through the fist that I made, "
"I try to keep warm but I just grow colder, I feel like I'm slipping away.."

The woman could hardly keep a straight face, at the shock on McGee's face she burst into laughter gripping her own desk for support. That was a good one! "I still do not understand how you did not see that coming McGee." The Israeli woman chimed. She knew that the man had to know something was up or was he really that clueless? She shook off the last shred of laughter before a phone call came through. She put her index finger to her lips and shushed the two squabbling men to answer. "David..Yes? Who?" she did not know anyone by the name Daphne Woodreaux, she felt as if something was not right..it was not every day she got peculiar visitor's whose names she had never heard before. The tension in the bullpen turned into worry her partner's ears seemed to perk up when Ziva did not know who was asking for her. She was a big girl she could handle herself she put her hand out to let them both know that she could handle it. It wasn't until the Director plopped a file on her desk and walked away without a word that she understood. The file was top secret which meant she would be dealing with Top secret information. She sighed, what did the FBI want now.. "I will be right down."

The woman stood to her feet she was now a Liaison between NCIS and the FBI and it seemed they needed her for an investigation. She waved her goodbyes and collected her things and the file without another word. She would break the seal when she was in private. No need for the wrong person to get the right information. Hopping on the next elevator down she kept herself on alert, she still did not recognize the name Woodreaux she had a very sharp memory..perhaps this wasn't the FBI she was dealing with.. 

She would keep alert as always, exiting the elevator she looked to the woman that was standing behind the desk and then to the other woman. What was this about? This definitely was not FBI business, it would have been Fornell coming to collect her if it was. "If Agent Gibbs asks about my whereabouts, point him to the Director, Amada"

the woman nodded before helping the next guest. Ziva did not bother to ask who the woman was, it was better for now that she didn't know what she was about to get herself into.

Footnotes:
Word count: Uhhh idk didnt count
Song: Beauty from Pain (Superchick)
Notes: This is going to beee a loooooooong "case"

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne sighed. She HATED waiting. She preferred to be actively doing stuff, wether chasing bad guys with big guns or chasing her son, she HAD to be moving. She hated just sitting around. It bothered her internal nature, and it also led her mind to dangerous places. It caused memories, things she'd rather forget...things she was better off forgetting.

She was told to wait as the woman at the desk phoned Agent David, and soon, a tall, dark haired woman appeared. Daphne assumed that this was Ziva, but she did not want to assume. She took her friendliest stance, which, for quiet Daphne, was hard. She didn't WANT to interview people. She wanted to just do paperwork and oversee things from her kitchen. She wanted to play Superhero's in the backyard with Max, and eat dinners with her dad. She'd been considering getting out of the Agency. Maybe she should.

Daphne stepped forward, her file case hanging from her left shoulder.

Agent Ziva David?? I am Special Agent Daphne Woodreaux, CIA. Is there someplace we can talk?

Daphne didn't know what she would say. She just knew that it would NOT be pretty.

I have some information on Ilan Bodnar. Like I said, is there someplace quiet we can talk? Daphne kept her voice low, and private, her head ducked towards Ziva's as if they were the very best of friends, just having a girl's chat. It was a good cover, anyway, at the moment. Let people think she was Agent David's oldest friend.

(Sorry for the short post...I am unsure where to go next.)

Notes: No worries. I like LONG cases
Outfit: here
Muse:Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson

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"I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died, My dreams ran like sand through the fist that I made, "
"I try to keep warm but I just grow colder, I feel like I'm slipping away.."

The Israeli woman cocked her head why did this woman want to talk to her again? Ziva looked the woman over and her stare reflected emptiness. Ziva knew a spy when she saw one she too was a former spy she knew how they thought and how they acted and this woman was trying to come off as "approachable." Ziva didn't need approachable..she just wanted answers. "Yes..?" her gut kicked her for not just backing out when she could. "Yes how about we just head to the agency and we can talk there hmm?" This was about Ilan? Ziva's heart wrenched in her chest. Ilan Bodnar would pay for his crimes. She nodded her head and waved the woman to come on and she headed out to the parking lot. She kept her eyes straight. And then began to speak. "My director was very adamant about me staying OUT of the CIA's case but since you have come to drag me away. I will cooperate. On one condition." she looked over her shoulder. And then smirked. "I am sure you are aware of my former employment to Mossad..and how personal this is to me. when we find Bodnar, I am taking him out and you and your people will not be able to stop me. Do I make myself clear? He has committed crimes against my country and NCIS and he will pay with his life." Ziva kept her voice emotionless she would not let this CIA agent intimidate her. She was not easily intimidated.


There would be no if and's or buts. These were her conditions to be involved in this case. And the rest of her team could stay out of it or they would get hurt..and she wouldn't be able to take anymore loss..before she went insane.

Ziva turned to face Daphne, she narrowed her eyes and then huffed before straightening herself up. She hoped this woman knew who she was dealing with. This case would not be for the faint hearted.

Footnotes:
Word count: Uhhh idk didnt count
Song: Beauty from Pain (Superchick)
Notes: Apologize for the laaaaate reply.

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne knew she had been "outed." Her story was blown, but she wasn't going to let this Agent David KNOW she knew. She kept her face straight as the two women spoke.

Yes..?...Yes how about we just head to the agency and we can talk there hmm?" Daphne thought this over for a moment. It would not work well this way; Ziva was not a suspect nor a "person of interest", so it could be done anywhere, really. It was important to Daphne-and the case-that Ziva trust her, or at least feel at ease with her. She didn't need Ziva stressed out or upset. The older, taller, bigger woman continued.

My director was very adamant about me staying OUT of the CIA's case but since you have come to drag me away. I will cooperate. On one condition…. The two women headed for the parking lot. Daphne nodded once. I am sure you are aware of my former employment to Mossad..and how personal this is to me. when we find Bodnar, I am taking him out and you and your people will not be able to stop me. Do I make myself clear? He has committed crimes against my country and NCIS and he will pay with his life. Daphne felt the hairs stand up on her arms.

Ziva was not what she had expected. But Daphne didn't judge. Daphne knew the feeling of wanting revenge, of wanting-NEEDING-justice. She'd gotten her's, but apparently, Ziva David had NOT. But Daphne could give her that, the same sense of justice she'd gained when the man who'd attacked her had been arrested, tried, and convicted.

I understand. My boss won't like it, but…I can you give you that. You help me get Bodnar, and you can put a bullet in his brain. Daphne kept her voice steady. She was ready.

Perhaps the Agency would be too..stuffy. Would you like to get some coffee or tea instead? Daphne was softening-she was never good at the "big scary spy" stuff-motherhood had softened her a bit.

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Ziva's eyes stayed locked on the other woman. Public? that seemed a bit odd, but it was typical. "I prefer the park." a little bit of fresh air would probably do them both good. She liked the sound of murdering that good for nothing Ben Kelba..(Son of B#*$&) Ziva never liked Ilan he was always hogging her father's attention from her and Talia and even Ari..when Ari cared about their father's attention. She remembered the argument she had with Ilan..when she had joined Mossad herself..

Ziva had just finished training with Malachi, she slipped out of her teacher's private officer and glanced around the empty office space before sneaking out and shutting the door behind her hair was a mess clearly..other things had gone one and she hadn't gotten the chance to put her shoes on yet, that could work to her advantage she walked as lightly as she could hoping no one was around, her eyes trailed behind her before looking forward she ran her fingers through her wavy locks and tried to quickly wipe the guilty look from her face..

"Does Aba know what your doing?" the voice made the hair on her neck stand up she stopped dead in her tracks and gritted her teeth together she hated it that he referred to her father as "aba" she turned on her heel to face the man. "He is not yours to call that, and No, he does not know and I rather it stay that way." she hissed at the man he was nosy and needed to mind his own business. "I was wondering how you were flying up the ranks so fast..he seems to have a soft spot for you.." Ziva heard enough she twisted the man's arm behind him and slammed him up against the wall and growled through her teeth. "I earned my position, by my abilities. I suggest you keep comments that ought to be left unsaid, unsaid." she let go of the man's arm and stormed off to the women's locker room to shower and change..

"Who's car are we taking?" she dared the woman to ask her to drive. Ziva almost wanted to volunteer to scare Daphne. Ziva most certainly was not playing when it came to Ilan Bodnar..

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne maintained the careful masquerade of 'friends going out to lunch'. But it felt as fake as it actually was. Daphne was losing her touch. She was much more into it in the field, and once the case got started, she would be sure to be kicking. But for now, she was unable to act, and sitting idle was NOT in Daphne's nature.

She led the way out of the Navy Yard building while Ziva appeared to be transported to a different place. Daphne didn't ask…she didn't want or need to know (yet). So she let Ziva zone out for a bit as she fumbled for her keys in her purse.

Who's car are we taking? Daphne considered for a moment.

I have an Agency car for the day, and I get milage, so…unless you're worried about the rumors of CIA drivers. Which are all true… They drove like maniacs. It was rumored that the defensive driving class was taught by drunks. It was probably TRUE.

I need you to feel comfortable, though, so if you'd like, you're more than welcome to drive… This might be the part where Daph mentions that she learned to drive from her two brothers on a dirt road in the west Texas country….not a whole hell of a lot scared her.

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The CIA agent's comments did not phase the former Mossad officer she knew how to play their games, how to get into another's head she used the same ol Mossad techniques to scare the living daylights out of their suspects. It worked like a charm too. Shrugging her shoulders the woman motioned for the other to follow along, she would feel more comfortable if she had control over some part of this "charade" she clicked the unlock button to her red mini cooper and pointed to the small car in which she favored. She opened the back seat and threw her bag in the back and climbed into the driver's seat in one fluid motion. She hoped that Daphne had a strong stomach, Tony nearly got sick..or did get sick when they first let her drive the MCRT truck. The reappearing thought caused her to snicker to herself before starting the car, a small roar spouted from the engine turning into a soft purr that continued to wain as it awaited it's other passenger.  She would never feel comfortable with a spy..she was use to keeping her guard up..but whenever Mossad showed up or the CIA..it was a painful reminder of her past..whether that meant her relationship with Ray Cruz or her long history as an assassin. 

Some things were meant to be tucked away, locked up and burned. "Ready?" Ziva mused in a mocking child-like tone. She put the cooper into reverse and backed out quickly before flipping the gear to drive and she sped out the parking lot her eyes swaying back and forth between all three mirrors to make sure she had the clear before jumping into the turn lane she slammed her hand against the wheel cursing in Hebrew in a fit of rage about the man that totally blew the red light.  "Laazazel tipesh!" She continued on down the road flooring the gas and speeding to get through the light she whipped them into Anacostia park's parking lot and quickly eyed an empty space. Ziva pulled in nice and easy and put her car into park. Without another word the woman was out of her car and standing on the curb waiting for her "guest". 

"What ever the CIA has planned to catch Bodnar will not work, my father personally trained Ilan he would not be so stupid to slip up. You must force him to show you his hand or else you will be on a wild goose chase for the next month." She warned the woman of Bodnar's trickiness with a light hearted scoff. Ziva by all means would seek revenge. Bodnar was dead in her mind already and she wished to keep him dead..not revive the ungrateful bastard.

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne simply nodded when Ziva indicated the red Mini Cooper. It was fine with her-Daphne, as a general rule, hated driving, simply because she didn't have the patience that DC traffic required. And also, she usually had Max in the car with her, and he liked to play around with things when they drove...a girl could only handle so much Cops and Robbers when also trying to navigate.

She climbed in, still quiet. It was best to let Ziva take charge, to let her speak, so that Daph could listen, and form a plan. It was her training to do so. Ziva asked if she was ready, but as Daphne suspected, she didn't wait for an answer.

Yeah...[/color] She settled back, and put on her seatbelt. This driving was not the worst she'd seen-men at the Agency were far worse, and besides, she wouldn't have given the other woman the satisfaction. She knew, instinctively, that she was out of her league with this Ziva David, but she had a job to do, and she was going to do it. She was sure that Olwin had given her this assignment to give Daphne an opportunity to prove herself, but it was more and more apparent that the "dragon lady" had struck again. Oh, well.

Soon, faster than they SHOULD, the two women arrived at a place Daphne had never seen before. She undid her seat belt and waited for Ziva.

"What ever the CIA has planned to catch Bodnar will not work, my father personally trained Ilan he would not be so stupid to slip up. You must force him to show you his hand or else you will be on a wild goose chase for the next month. Daphne just shrugged as she joined Ziva on the curb. She doubted that-this Ms. David had never seen her in action, nor the work of her colleauges. Daphne worked with a crew of "unconventional" CIA agents-agents who weren't the best looking, and were small and nerdy in outward appearance, but whose intelligence and cleverness made them powerhouses, and valuable assets to ANY agency.

I will keep that in mind. What is this place? Daphne needed to get out more.

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Ziva was starting to get the drift that Daphne had never encountered Mossad..she was lucky. After all the two were competing agencies, Mossad and the CIA that was. The game of espionage was back and forth between the two. A game Ziva knew all too well. She refrained from rolling her eyes. But she just huffed and looked around? Seriously? She didn't know where they were. Some CIA agent she is. "This is anacostia." she straightened her stance before leaning back on the heels of her shoes. "I hope you do not tread lightly on my advice. This will not be a pie walk." She had meant cake walk, this will not be a cake walk. But who was keep track? Ziva started to walk to her normal spot, it was on a park bench by the water she came to watch the sunset here sometimes to get her mind off work and her father..who's death rattled her to the core. It was just so sudden. And unexpected. She had thought she'd be arresting him before he passed..not that she wanted to do that either but at the time it seemed to be reality. She wanted so bad to forgive him..but he had made to many mistakes for her to forgive. At one point she had blamed him for her mother leaving, for Tali's death and for Ari's murder. Those things..were out of his control..after all she had pulled the trigger. Her mother had left willingly..and Tali..that was an accident. 

Ilan..knew how to get under her skin and that was what seemed to be bothering her about this all, Why? Why would Ilan do this to his own mentor? A man that treated him like a son, and yet he did it so willingly, Ilan's actions were cowardice and narcissistic. It was truly about self preservation wasn't it? Her brown hues stayed glued to the path ahead of her she was dead silent and even her breathing was shallow. She kept her footing and continued until she found her favorite tree and saw that the bench under it was empty. Good..she needed to get her head cleared. She was tempted to break out into a sprint for the bench but she calmly walked over and dusted the seat off of any prickly objects and sat down. She crossed her leg over the other..something she had gotten used to..but it felt unnatural so she put it back down next to the other her hands were shoved into her jacket pockets. 

Ziva planned to inform her lover of the CIA poking around in Ilan's case. Mossad was already investigating..but why did it take three agencies to do so? Homeland was also apart of the investigation..and it seemed like everyone except for her was involved! She found it laughable that even with Tom Murrow's warning to keep out the CIA came to her for information on Bodnar. Did they realize that they needed bait? Or was this an opportunity to burn her..

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

(So it just dawned on me that Anacostia is a PARK. I remember it from JAG now. o.o I thought it was a cafe or something at first)

Daphne sighed. This was going to be the WORST case ever. WHY couldn't she just have listened to the Colonel and stayed on at Microsoft in Houston?! Because she had visions of saving the world and creating a better life for Max...Daph never forgot that. She was a mother before she was ANYTHING else, and she would never waver from thinking of Max.

This is anacostia....I hope you do not tread lightly on my advice. This will not be a pie walk. Oh, boy. Didn't she know it?? Not to mention that her boss was slightly crazy, she was having feelings of inadequacy already, and she HATED her job. Oh, yeah. No pie walks here. Oh, pie. She could go for a big fat slice of pie right now. Her mama's lemon pecan, to be exact. Daphne made a note to herself to pick up the ingredients on her way home. But she just nodded.

I promise to heed it closely. Look, I just need NAMES. My bosses-they just want this to end. So...whatever you can give me will help. Daphne kept her voice just south of begging, but...she was really begging. Daphne wasn't a great spy-she much preferred computers-but here she was. SO.

Ilan Bodner. Start talking. Daphne took on her don't-annoy-your-mama tone. It worked on everyone. No ONE wanted a mom to be upset.

(sorry so short. There is a method to my madness, I swear...)

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The Israeli woman narrowed her eyes she did not trust Daphne. She doesn't like the woman, and quite frankly she really wanted nothing but to kick her ass for even demanding anything from her . "Miss I don't know who you think you are but my information is not given to anyone, I don't trust you nor do I like you. What makes you think I would tell you a damned thing about Ilan?" Ziva was not stupid she knew how resourceful the CIA was. But they were clearly underestimating her and her team as well as Bodnar. Ilan was not to be trusted. The CIA was not to be trusted either. She was smart enough to know that she kept her eyes on the people wandering through the park one child captivated her. They way she yanked on her mother's sleeve to get her to take her down to the lake. She remembered the days Talia did that to her. Zivi come on! Race you to the market! Race you to the park! to the beach! She clamped her teeth together. Ilan shoved himself into her life. She never liked him, not as a child and now as an adult she wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in his head. Her phone rang vibrantly in her pocket she looked at the called ID, it read Restricted she knew exactly who was calling..Bodnar. She flipped open her phone and pressed it to her ear. "Shalom? Atah sakhal Kemah atzav l'ever hitqasher aniy..Ilan. Chadal nigen mis'chak, mah asah atah ratzah?" Hello? You have some nerve to call me..Ilan. Stop playing games, what do you want? She hissed into the phone. 

How are you feeling Ziva? Sorry to call on such short notice, your people seem very adamant about protecting you. They should know that you can protect yourself, I wish to see you. Alone... She reflected nothing on her face so she did not alert her company. "Matay?" When? she asked hushed like. Meet me at the pier, at midnight. dock 234. "Shalom." She hit the end button on her phone placing it in her coat pocket. Ilan's words rattled her. Why could he not just leave her be?

(Short late and crap. -.-)

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne remained silent as she followed Ziva to a bench. Her tough-girl facade had not impressed this Ziva, and so Daphne was just going to have to use some kind of fancy footwork to get the answers she needed. Even ONE would do, she bet...she would be the ONLY one to gather anything.

Miss I don't know who you think you are but my information is not given to anyone, I don't trust you nor do I like you. What makes you think I would tell you a damned thing about Ilan? Daphne considered for a moment.

I can understand that you don't trust me. I am a stranger, and a spy. I don't understand why you wouldn't like me...I haven't done anything to you. I am just here because my boss is too busy to clean up her own messes, and I am a mom, so I guess she figures that cleaning up other people's messes is just what I do. I think you will tell me because YOU, like US, want this to end...and as far as I can tell, you have been unsuccessful on your own. But I-I might be able to at least assist you. I have resources at my disposal you can only dream of. NCIS doesn't exactly hand out eye-only clearances. Daphne's trump card. It was all she had, but it just might work-the fact that she could, just possibly, know a bit more than Ziva, due to her accidental hacking of the NSA's files. She had meant to be looking up some of her father's associates-one in particular, just to see what she could see-and had come across the files. She would hand them over to Ziva if she cooperated.

On the other hand, you might be right. Maybe I know nothing...but you wouldn't let me report back to headquarters without at least ONE answer, right? Daphne raised an eyebrow, an unspoken question, a bit of a challenge, perhaps. She was freaking out internally, though. Being assertive wasn't really in her nature. She preferred to be left alone, to be an introvert.

Ziva's phone rang, and Daphne tuned her ears in. She couldn't understand much-Hebrew wasn't a language she knew, but she could get a few words. Ziva said Ilan. Daphne was intelligent enough to deduce, by her tone of voice, that it was the very man she sought on the phone. She quickly pulled out her own cell to see if she could find a location for the man, but she wasn't fast enough.

Ziva hung up. Daphne replaced the lid on the bottle of water she had dug out of her tote. She slid the glasses back up her nose, and turned her gaze to the other woman, looking her straight in the eye.

So? What will it be? Easy, or hard?