Finding Home

I'm Titanium....I'm bulletproof?

Walking along one of the many corridors within Mossad, Tony and Kate couldn't help but feel the strain of their investigation, recalling all they had seen at the compound, earlier that day.

"Im telling ya, when I get home I'm going straight to Jerrys, nothing like good ole American food to warm the soul." Tony said, giving his shoulder a roll before, massaging the back of his neck, it had been killing him for the past few days. If it wasn't one thing it was the other.

"What do ya say Kate, wanna go dutchsies with me on their Sunday brunch?" He continued trying to distract his partner, she seemed to be lost somewhere in her thoughts. He couldn't blame their years of working hard crimes, he and Gibbs had seen their fair share of cases like this, Kate and McGee were still getting the hang of it. When no snappish accusation about him ditching her with the bill came, he became just a little concerned.

"Have I finally found the off switch, what's wrong with you?" He tried yet again, ceasing his movements and holding out his arm to halt hers as well. That finally seemed to have gotten her attention, though he hadn't expected to be as thrown by her answer as he was.

"What do you thinks going to happen when we leave?"

"With what?"

"Ziva." It hadn't been that long, but she felt a connection to the other woman. Almost like a kindred spirit.

Resuming his movements, followed shortly by Kate, his mind sobered by the thought of the Mossad agent. He wasn't sure what it was about her, when he first met her, his instincts told him she was a fighter, through and through. Yet still, there were moments like today or that day in the gym, where she appeared to be as a wounded heroine of sorts. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt moved somehow, to go to her.

"Well at the very least, the director seems almost desperate to want to keep her on the sidelines." Tony almost cringed, remembering how irate he had been, finding out that Ziva had been recruited to go to the compound with the others.

"I guess, maybe..."

She paused, as they both stopped walking once more, this time to take in the scene before them. It was Ziva, with the man that had entered the room the day before, Amir was it? They seemed to be having a heated exchange, whilst two other agents watched on with passive impatience. The argument wound down and Ziva set off with the agents, Amir in the other direction.

It only took a moment for the partners to share the same look of understanding, before heading in Ziva's direction, doing their best as they did to stay hidden.

When they finally arrived at their destination, they were taken aback, not expecting to see a hoard of other agents packed in a room, in a circular manner, not unlike a distorted fighting pit. Ziva was now in the center, the entire room felt charged with a dangerous feeling. What the hell was going on?

Whatever this was, they couldn't walk away. Shifting to get a better view, they watched on as another female agent made her way to join Ziva in the 'ring'. An unnerving quiet filled the room. At first, neither Ziva nor the other agent said or did anything. They settled for simply staring down the other, the gravity of their wills bearing down on everyone in the space. It was almost palpable.

After what felt like hours, but was only a minute or so they began, it seemed to be a straight hand to hand fight. The battle appeared to be about even, as both women were just as fierce and determined as the other, to gain the upper hand.

It was only into what was perhaps the 20 minute mark of their fight, that Ziva seemed to be waning, and as they progressed, it became more and more evident as she was beginning to leave more and more openings, giving the other agent just what she needed; mercilessly she began her onslaught.