Just something that popped into my head. AU, a crossover with NCIS
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The woman moved within the house, her dark, curly hair the only discernible feature from their vantage point. The three undercover agents had been watching from their car for hours. They'd been watching the woman herself for weeks. She went by a codename of TigerLily, but her real name was Tali Gidone. The team had started to pay attention to her when she appeared with several arms dealers in the area, and her named popped up as 'Wanted' by several countries when run through the database. After weeks of observation, the NCIS team realized that she was the one selling the weapons, and needed to be taken down first.
"Are we going in or not?" whined Deeks from the back seat. He was used to all sorts of under cover opps and detective work, but stake-outs rubbed him the wrong way. Sam looked back at the newest team member with an affectionate sigh.
"We wait untill nightfall, just to make sure she won't be having anymore visitors." answered Callen with more patience than his partner. "Once we have her, we can interrogate her for the name of the buyer, and arrest him and his cohorts."
"I'm still not sure we should do this without Hetty's go ahead..." added Sam, looking as nervouse as a ex-navy SEAL could.
"She is at a conference in DC, she didn't say we couldn't, and she wouldn't want these weapons being sold." decided the team leader.
An uneasy silence followed his statement, but no one protested: they didn't see any other option. Hours later, The woman began to turn off the lights inside, until only her living room was awash in light. She sat on the couch and disappeared from sight.
"Let's move."
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Dropping onto her couch, the woman quickly grabbed and cocked her gun as she slid onto the floor and crawled to the other side of the room. She had seen the men watching her hours ago, and knew they were probably one of her potential costumers henchmen, come because they didn't want to pay for the weapons. She made sure her back up gun was properly in place; no one would miss these men.
A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Her blood was racing now, not from fear, but excitement: it was why she was so good at her job. She firmly gripped a gun in both hands, balancing lightly on the balls of her feet, ready to pounce.
"Federal agents!" said a voice outside her door.
"Shit..." said the woman, if that was true, she couldn't kill them. Before she could run, the door was kicked down And three men rushed in, guns raised. Ziva let put a string of curses in Hebrew and tucked her gun in her waistband. She had to get out of this one without shedding blood. The men hadn't noticed her yet, as the spread out around her house.
She pounced on the first one when his back was to her, he had long blonde hair and long, gangly limbs. Wrapping an arm around his neck and locking it in place with her elbow, she held on as he tried to fight her off.
"I found her!" he cried out in a strangled voice, illiciting a response from the two other men in the house. Ziva kicked his knees and he tumbled town, finally passing out. She stood up and was mid-turn when someone tackled her from behind. The man was huge, and almost had her pinned when she punched him once, twice, three times across the face. He was momentarily stunned and she drove her knee into his stomach, and he rolled off her as he gasped for air. Not letting him regain it, she dropped onto of him, knees down, and precicely elbowed his temple, knocking him out.
Satisfied, she stood up, only to be stopped by the sound of a gun being cocked behind her. The cool metal pressed into her back as she raised her hands above her head.
"If they're hurt, you will be too." said a calm voice. He fell silent as her breathing returned to normal. She knew there were cameras in her house, where the 'boss' was watching her from. He was her main client, the one she was trying to catch. She couldn't blow her cover now.
"This is all a mis-"
"Turn around." he interrupted her,gun still pressed to her back. She sighed and slowly turned, it was so close, he was making it too easy for her. "You're un-"
Without missing a beat, she quickly turned the rest of the way, knocking the gun from his hand and sweeping his legs out from under him in one swift motion. As he fell he grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her down with him. He managed to land a few punches to her solar plexus, robbing her of air, before she pinned him. She was straddling his waist, her chest pressed to his, her hands restraining his wrists. The look of surprise and disbelief was comical on his face.
"I'm not your enemy." she whispered quickly, praying the cameras couldn't hear her, "I'm Mossad, deep undercover, you're blowing it."
"Turn yourself in, stories get you nowhere." he said, glaring at her wig piercing blue eyes.
"I don't need you to believe me. I'll be back and turn myself in once I catch the buyer, he is an enemy to
Israel and the united states." since he was listening, he barely noticed the prick at his neck as she injected the sleeping drug. When he passed out, she got up and walked to her car, it was time to meet the buyer. ---------------->>>>-----------
The masion she pulled into was expected. You don't run guns if you aren't making money. Two men were waiting by the door for Ziva, and ushered her through the door. The click of a lock made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, something was wrong.
"Unfortunately for you," intoned a man, "I can read lips."
