There was silence in the squad room as Gibbs' plan spurned into action with Ziva stepping gout of the elevator with her head held high as if she still worked at NCIS and wasn't supposed to be currently on a slab in autopsy.
Gibbs, Tony and McGee (who has all come back ahead of Ziva. Abby was back in her lab and Ducky and Palmer were back in autopsy) feigned shock at her appearance with expert precision.
"Um…isn't she the ex-agent whose death we're investigating sir?" a confused and nervous FBI probie asked Agent Sacks.
The look on Agent Sacks' face was of more than just shock. He was only able to mutter a quiet and almost angry "Yes…"
Ziva stopped in her tracks as she turned the corner into the squad area.
The whole area was completely silent for at least five minutes as everybody in the vicinity stared wordlessly at Ziva.
"Well somebody say something Ziva shouted eventually throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation.
"Um…miss David, can I have a word with you in private?" Agent Sacks stepped forwards putting his hands on Ziva's elbow and lead her to an interrogation room.
Gibbs smiled to himself, his plan was working.

"You're supposed to be dead!" Sacks shouted, slamming his hands down on the table in front of him.
"well…it appears I'm not." Ziva said calmly, almost mocking him, as she sat casually with one leg crossed over the other opposite the fuming FBI agent.
"You know this is a complete waste of FBI time!!" Sacks stood up, his chair flew into the wall.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ziva smiled.
"I was actually glad to be relieved of the task of killing you miss David, but now…now I will relish it!" Agent Sacks said threateningly in Hebrew, his face mere inches from Ziva's.
"You realize that not only could I take you out blindfolded but also, my team are probably behind that mirror listening to every word you say to me." Ziva replied, also in Hebrew.
"even if that's true, they wont be able to understand me!" Sacks picked up his chair and sat down slowly with a smug smile on his face.

*Meanwhile, behind the mirror*

"Holy…!! When did Sacks start speaking Hebrew!?" Tony said, stunned.
"Long story…" Fornell replied.
"Never mind that DiNozzo, can you translate it?"
"Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes…" Tony grabbed a notepad and pen and began scribbling furiously.

*Back in the interrogation room*

"Actually…the director made us all go on a course for it. Of course, Gibbs was conveniently absent but Tony took to it well."
"That idiot can barely speak English! Face it. No one will know what I'm saying until its too late." Sacks finished, still sitting smugly and staring at Ziva.
Ziva just gave an equally smug smile and folded her arms in front of her.

*Behind the mirror*

Tony was typing angrily into a computer but when he came up with no results he sighed furiously, hitting his hand on the desk beside the computer.
"Haven't you translated it yet DiNozzo?!" Gibbs asked.
"There is a couple of words that I can't translate!!" Tony pointed the words out to Gibbs on his notepad.
Gibbs looked at the paper. "Damn it I hate it when I'm right!! He's our guy, It means kill, he's going to kill Ziva!!" Gibbs turned around quickly to exit the room.
"How do you know? You were never at the Hebrew classes!" Tony shouted after him, standing up quickly.
"Director gave me the cliff notes!" Gibbs shouted as they burst into the interrogation room.