Confrontation
Here's a little speculation fic I wrote for next week's NCIS epi: SemperFidelis. Enjoy, please review!
Confrontation
When Tony meets Rivkin - Speculation on Semper Fidelis 6x24 - Implied Tiva
Confrontation
A lone man sat in the café, idly sipping a cup of tea. His suit was perfectly tailored to fit and was clearly expensive. He seemed unnaturally calm for someone being chased by multiple government agencies. As I looked him over, I couldn’t tell what made him so special. What did he have that I didn’t? I told Ziva I wasn’t jealous, but why was I suddenly so annoyed with this man? He had what I didn’t and I needed to make things right.
“DiNozzo,” he said in his heavily accented voice as I sat down. It irked me that he had known my name long before I’d known his. Why hadn’t Ziva told me about him? Was she trying to spare my feelings? If so, how had she known what my feelings were? I hoped I wasn’t too obvious.
“You must be Rivkin,” I replied civilly, trying to remember the consequences if I shot him right now.
“Ziva has told me so much about you,” he smiled, showing his teeth. The gesture reminded me of a dog trying to scare away its enemies. I wouldn’t give up that easily. You could go to prison, I reminded myself as my fingers itched to grab my weapon.
“I can’t say the same about you,”
“Ziva is a very private person. I do not expect her to share all the details of our relationship,” he responded coolly, not missing the way his words affected me. Maybe I had been too obvious. I was a trained agent; my emotions shouldn’t be this readable.
“You’re not welcome in this country,” I told him, fighting the voice in my head telling me to take him out now. Gibbs wouldn’t approve. It would probably solve quite a few problems, but I didn’t think Ziva would be very happy about it. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her, even if it meant letting this bastard live.
“You forget, Agent DiNozzo, that I have diplomatic immunity,” he chided, taking another leisurely sip of his tea. How could he be so frickin’ calm when all I could think about was punching him? Must be one of those ninja skills Mossad teaches. Ziva and Rivkin were from the same questionable agency. I hated putting both their names in the same sentence. I frowned in spite of myself.
“Oh,” he laughed quickly and it reminded me faintly of Dr. Evil. I really wanted to tell him to ‘zip it’. “Did you mean I am not welcome around Ziva? She certainly does not seem to mind.” His words struck a chord and I had to swallow my response. Now was not the time to reveal my feelings for her. “It is almost cute how you follow her around like a lost puppy. She finds you amusing, but it is nothing more than co-workers to her,” Rivkin said with a satisfied smirk. Somehow he knew exactly what I was thinking. All the more reason to remove him from the picture. Calm down, DiNozzo.
“Say goodbye, Mikey,” I said bitterly, trying to distract him from my feelings.
“I’m not finished spending time with Ziva,” he corrected, but I ignored him.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay but the ol’ US of A doesn’t want you around anymore,” I said patronizingly. As I stood from my chair I was acutely aware of the heavy gun in my holster. It would be so easy… prison, I reminded myself again. You’d never see Ziva again. He stood as well, his cocky smile still in place as he extended his hand.
“It was a pleasure to meet you Agent DiNozzo.”
I glanced at his hand coldly. I didn’t want to be all buddy-buddy with him. I hated his guts more than Van Helsing hated Dracula.
“You know, in my country, refusing a handshake is a sign of disrespect.”
I walked away, disrespecting him with everything I had.