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Post by shortiejinete on May 13, 2010 22:31:08 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about
Are lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
Jethro stepped into the elevator his coffee in hand as a CIA agent who didn't really matter to much to Gibbs to really even be bothered with a name in the man's opinion. He wasn't important enough to have his name remembered anyway. Regardless, Gibbs wasn't thinking about him, that is until he bumped into him. Spilling his coffee all over the elevator floor. He stared at the man. "You do realize I paid for that coffee?"He didn't bother picking up the spilled cup. He glared almost daring the agent not to pick it up.
Gibbs had issues with the CIA to begin with, he was more or less upset there was CIA in the building in the first place. He narrowed his eyes and watched as the CIA minion picked up Gibbs coffee. "I could go get..." Then he looked Jethro who smirked. "You could go get me some more coffee from where I BOUGHT it."The CIA working for him for just a moment, now there was a thought. He entered the bullpen with obviously no coffee in hand as the agent went to go get him some more.
Perhaps the man had some sense. He didn't after all leave the mess in the elevator he cleaned it up before he left. "Status on our missing marine?" He was searching through his papers on his desk wondering why the status report wasn't already there. This was turning out to be one hell of a morning.
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Post by Ziva David on May 15, 2010 23:28:29 GMT -5
Looking up from her desk Ziva saw Gibbs come in to the room. She wasnt too worried about him at the moment until he talked to them. Ziva had her ear to the phone listening to some random mossad agent scream at her in Hebrew and Gibbs talking to her on the other line. She could listen to both.
“The missing marine is still missing he has apparently what the others are calling vanishing into thick air” said Ziva
Some how that didn't seem to be correct. Wait was it correct oh never mind that at the moment. Turning back to her phone call. This person was really starting to get on her nerves what the hell really people you were seriously going to do this today and lie on the phone.
“אלי דוד אינו עסוק יש לו זמן לדבר איתי. כן אני יודעת את לוח הזמנים שלו לא אני לא משקרת לך ואתה תיתן לי לדבר איתו. בסדר אז תגיד לו זיוה דוד קרא והוא צריך לתת לה לחזור לקרוא. לא לא אכפת לי מתי הוא יתקשר אליי, אם לא אבוא לשם לשבור את האצבעות אתה שומע אותי.” said Ziva into the phone hanging it up seconds later
Turning her attention back to the matter at hand. Gibbs and the case. She slammed the phone down on the hook. She was angry but she wasn't going to say that out loud at the moment. She had to focus on the officer and that was the first matter that should be on her mind at the moment.
“לכל הרוחות" swore Ziva
She then turned her attention to Gibbs and the task at hand. Which was what she should have been focusing on to begin with. She looked at him and then found the file that she needed and started to give Gibbs the new information.
“We found his parents Gibbs, he has done this before apparently rather recently because his parents had still been looking for him at the time. They did not know that their son was a marine though or even in Washington for that matter” said Ziva “Otherwise we have no new information that we can share with you”
(first translation is Ziva on the phone needing to speak with someone (will tell whom later) and threatening to break the person on the phones fingers. Second one is dammit)
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Post by shortiejinete on May 17, 2010 8:43:42 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about
Lost in time These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
"Get on it Ziva, I don't need anymore excuses." he barked as he threw papers on the ground in her direction, though his anger wasn't really centered on her. He threw the coffee McGee brought him from the breakroom. "That's not coffee, do something more useful andl find our missing marine." he ranted at McGee. It was evident that Gibbs was on the warpath. Without his coffee stuff like that happened, it intimidated most people but he didn't think it would intimidate the Israeli, it wasn't meant to, it was more over just his bad attitude coming out.
He looked to McGee and yelled at him again."I want that CIA back with my coffee now"Just about the time he said that the agent he had run into in the elevator appeared back. Gibbs didn't thank the man as he set the coffee on the edge of the desk for Gibbs to take. He shot a glare at the agent and took his coffee sipping on it. "English David, learn to use it"He couldn't stand when she went into her little hebrew rants about anything. He didn't understand them at all, nor did he feel like trying.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2010 3:13:16 GMT -5
Ziva grabbed the papers off of the floor, rage didn't scare her, anger didn't scare her, she just reacted and did what she was told. She wasn't surprised by his anger she didn't jump at it like McGee did. She just listened and did as commanded because that was how the chain of command for it.
“Yes Gibbs” said Ziva already on the process of contacting a contact about helping search for the young marine.
She watched McGee who was obviously scared of Gibbs. Ziva wasn't though this was nothing compared to the rage she'd seen people in Israel get about little things like coffee being wrong. She knew that the coffee shop down the street was single handedly keeping the small place open because it was close to the NCIS offices and they went there for their coffee and other things like that. They liked the coffee there and it was better than the scorched stuff that seemed to be in the office that was made daily but only drank by worried families or people who were in there for a visit.
“I know to speak English how ever I was on the phone with someone who does not know English so it required that I speak hebrew on the phone” said Ziva
Ziva went to working on looking for a lead on the person that was around her and all of that. She was just looking at the people who were working at the same time as trying to find this marine. Where was he, why did he go missing. When did who go missing. Who took him. Ziva always thought about the questions like that when she was working and things like that. She just sat and looked at her computer as she had some answers to her questions.
“Gibbs finding this man would be compared to finding hay in a needle stack, he is keeping his profile low if he had not been small” said Ziva
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Post by shortiejinete on May 22, 2010 2:38:24 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size][/color]
These places all I ever think about
Lost in time These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
"Its a needle in a hay stack, Ziva"He stopped and corrected her, if not really for his own sanity at the moment. He knew she didn't care for it but at this moment it didn't matter much to him. The coffee didn't really have a chance to kick in though the rough start would probably set up the rest of his day. He heard his phone ring and he picked it up."Gibbs"He barked into the phone listening to the person on the other end. He finally hung up on them.
"Grab your gear"He hissed at the group. He knew they had things to do and he wasn't about to stop at letting them just sit all day playing games. He came over and smacked Tony in the back of the head."Do something constructive, like helping us go find a dead marine. David you can mark him down as deceased, its the same one"He wasn't to thrilled their missing marine had turned up dead.
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on May 22, 2010 8:44:59 GMT -5
Tony was, like always somewhere else with his mind. Tony had his head turned to both Gibbs and Ziva, talking to some girl he just met. Then everything went black for a few seconds, and he knew it was the Gibbs slap. Tony looked at Gibbs who was know walking by. "You got something boss." Tony then walked over to his desk, opened the door and then grabbed his things, Tony loved this, gearing up for a crime scene and then soon seeing a person cry under the fear of Gibbs, but that was only if the dead marine was killed. Tony walked up to Ziva and just stood there smiling.
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