Kensi was on a blacklisted mission in Israel and she was about to turn when she felt a gun to her back as she put her hands up, "If you put your hand in my left pocket, my badge is there..."She said pausing.
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The gun to the back of the neck is more a reflex than anything else. One she’d tried to stem during her time in the States, but since returning home, it is like second nature once again. “Do not move.” She murmurs, eyes narrowing as she reaches into the woman’s pocket. Her body is coiled, ready to respond should this woman taken this moment to try something, however she doesn’t, and Ziva pulls the badge free. NCIS, no less, and she lets out an internal sigh. Of all agencies, they should know better. “What is Vance’s oldest’s daughter’s name?” It’s rather an obscure question, but a badge can be stolen off any dead body, an identity assumed. And trust doesn’t come easily to Ziva.