Thanks for all your responses very helpful! And apologies for time lag in updating v bad. So here's a go at Ziva, it's not right :/ will try again with another chapter ^^ I think a Ziva perspective needs more action or something. So Alex will be around 16/17 but they think he's like 18ish. Hope you enjoy x

Ziva gasped quietly.

'What?' Tony asked whipping his head between his shocked ninja and the kid still sat at Gibb's desk.

'Not a what, Agent DiNozzo, but a who.' Alex quipped back, evidently determined not help the situation.

'Well who then?' Tony repeated

'Me.' The boy leaned back into Gibb's chair, a dangerous grin spread across his face.

Of course Ziva had heard of Alex Rider. She had always taken the stories she had heard at Mossad with a pinch of pepper, until the day she walked into her father's office to see him hunched and tired looking, papers and files strewn across his desk. He had tried to hide them from her when she had entered but she was too quick for him and saw one name repeated across so many of the files.

Alex Rider.

Other words she had seen that day rolled across her mind. Dangerous. MI6. S.C.O.P.I.A. * Deadly.

Ziva shifted her stance ever so slightly, it would allow her to defend her team more easily and engage Alex if necessary. She just hoped the boy wouldn't notice. She didn't want to underestimate him, a dangerous mistake, and yet she still couldn't believe this kid was still all she had heard.

This kid who was very nearly an adult, she reminded herself.

'Please Miss David*, relax; I'm not here to cause any trouble.' The blonde smirked. 'Well, not much.'

Ziva narrowed her eyes at the Alex's control of Hebrew as well as his words.

'It's hard to believe you are all they say.'

'I'm not.'

Ziva raised an eyebrow in question.

I'm more.'

Gibbs, having grown tired of being left out of whatever was going on – something he wasn't used to- gave Alex a hard stare. Ziva wondered briefly how much he knew and how much his gut told him about all this.

'Spill.'

'Sign.'

It seemed they had come to a stalemate. An unstoppable force had met an immovable object. Ziva had to suppress a giggle as she recognised that if they did indeed work together, she was sure Alex and Gibbs would be an interesting combination, different in so many ways and yet they both held something in common. A single stubborn streak, one would be all they would need.

Ziva knew the almost childish staring contest could go on forever unless something was done. She grabbed one of the OSA documents off of a confused McGee and a pen from a stunned Tony, leaned on Gibbs desk shoving the Boss out of the way slightly and penned her name throughout the document, sliding it over to Alex.

There was silence. No one did anything without Gibbs' say so. Especially when said Gibbs was in full interrogate and defensive mode. Ziva stood waiting for Gibbs' move.

He came and stood an inch from her face, she steeled herself to not move back or shiver from the cold stare she was being given.

Gibbs stared hard at his agent, searching hard for the answers to his questions. Why on earth would Ziva act like that in front of the kid Gibbs was questioning? To undermine him like that in an interrogation, what was her motive, her reasoning? As Gibbs blue eyes pierced her hazel ones he was why, recognising the stubborn look he knew he often held. He of would got nowhere with the kid with the route he was taking.

Ziva felt a sharp slap to the back of her head, yet it was much gentler had it been McGee or Tony, she knew she was forgiven.

'What, Agent David, possessed you to sign your name on a document you haven't read?'

'I didn't sign my name.'

Gibbs appeared to relax a minuscule amount. He doubted there would be anything damaging in the document but you could never be sure.

'I singed Tony's', Ziva amended.

Tony surged forward grabbing the paper from the desk, whipping through it searching for his name. He relaxed as he saw Ziva's signature instead of his own.

She chuckled at this, proud of having pranked him successfully as she did on rare occasions.

'Do not worry Tony. I have not used your signature', she said smiling coyly.

He smiled back at her, calming down.

'This time anyway.' She whispered into his ear, making his shoulders tense.

Gibbs collected all the OSA's together and handed them to McGee, 'Here you go McGee, you said you were bored of computer work earlier. Check through these.'

'Uhh, all of them Boss?' McGee's voice quivered.

'All of them.'

Ziva thought about helping poor McGee but caught Gibbs eye. He would want her to stick to Alex and no doubt and questions for her about her earlier interaction with him.

'Boss, I have seven here.'

Gibbs turned to look at Alex. 'I did my research. I guessed you'd want your whole team read in. Your director has already read and signed one.'

The director? Ziva doubted Gibbs would be happy about that; it would appear they had been left out of the loop …again.

Tony didn't seem happy about this either 'You researched us?!' He asked, missing the interesting information.

Alex shrugged, 'I have reliably and repeatedly been told I have trust issues. I just asked around, like I said, I know a lot of people.'

Ziva wondered what Alex meant by this, starting a list in her head of all the people they could both know. It seemed she had loose ends to chase down if people were giving out information about her or the team without her agreement.

Gibbs was doing the same thing, although his list was much shorter having trust issues himself.

'So what are you planning to do with me now?' questioned Alex.

Ziva guessed what Gibbs would like to say to that, lock him up, throw away the key and try to forget about the whole thing no doubt. But she knew Gibbs would have questions.

'You could tell us who you are.' Tony tried.

'Nope.'

'What your involvement is in our case?' was McGee's effort

'I could but I won't. Not yet' he said nodding to the pile of unsigned OSA's on McGee's desk.

It appeared it was Ziva attempt, 'How it is you know us'.

Alex turned to her, 'The closest one yet Agent David, but unfortunately for now and in some cases forever, no.'

This wasn't the answer Ziva wanted as she suppressed lunging at the kids throat.

Gibbs regarded the situation. 'Take him to meet the others.'

Ziva stared at him. So it was his gut telling him not to trust Alex, Ziva doubted he'd ever want to put Abby in the same room as him if he had any idea. Should she try and tell Gibbs something? She'd rather wait until Alex was elsewhere, she didn't want him knowing how much or how little she knew about him. It could wait. She'd be with the kid, watching what he did. Alex didn't seem to have anything in for them either. He'd have made his move by now; he didn't seem the patient type.

She supposed all this meant that Tony had been right as well, Alex was the one to get them out of that awful place. It seemed there was another life debt Ziva owed.

Tony moved gesturing to Alex to head towards the elevator, as the three of them moved off, McGee already reading through the pile of paperwork, Ziva wondered why Gibbs wasn't going with them. Surely he'd want to keep tabs on Alex but he was heading upstairs.

'Gibbs? Are you not coming?'

'I've got questions.' He replied nodding towards the Director's office.

Ziva smirked, knowing what that meant and followed Tony and Alex into the lift. Good luck to the Director.

*S.C.O.R.P.I.A or Scorpia? Going to go with whichever way you guys prefer to read it

*I don't know any Hebrew shamefully :/ wish I did. Well apart from shalom and awful pronunciations of You are a mushroom and You are a hippopotamus. But here I like to think Alex would use the most formal and respectful honourisms/title (?) for Ziva, I just don't know what they are.

Also don't know which Director to use? Jenny or Vance I know better.

Thanks for reading, you're all so wonderful! xx

Also on my profile are some ideas for new fics. Idk if any of them are any good and worth writing and which ones so if you could check them out and let me know it would be amazing! If you need to know more about any of them just let me know :)

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