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"Grab your bags we got a body." Gibbs marched into the room with an unusual bounce in his step. Ziva, Tony and McGee all jumped up giving each other the same awkward glance.

"I wonder if he got something special last night if you know what I-"

"- if who got something special last night Tony?"

"Nothing boss. You uh just seem unusually spunky today boss..." Tony fidgeted uncomfortable in the drawn out silence. "Right... New body."

Ziva chuckled watching Tony. He could be so childish sometimes. The elevator dinged and the team walked out into the bright morning sun. Tony dropped back to walk with Ziva. "Does he ever miss anything? I mean for someone his age his hearing should be bad right?" Ziva smiled under her breath as Gibbs again turned around head slapping Tony.

"Ow!" Tony complained like a little kid, rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't miss anything Dinozzo."

"Point taken, boss. You're not old." Tony smirked his bosses good mood rubbing off on him a little. His witty comment elicited another head slap followed by a trip on a root poking out through the pavement.

"Watch it Dinozzo" Gibbs let one of his rare smiles pass.

"Did you send me a fence-card Tony?" Ziva inquired teasingly.

"Postcard Ziva. You meant postcard." McGee corrected automatically. Gibbs unlocked his car still smiling, allowing the banter among his team to continue.

"I call shotgun!" Tony shouts while Ziva's hand is already on the door.

"Fat possibility Tony!" Ziva giggled as she jumped in slamming the door in his face.

"Fat chance. It's a fat chance." Tony sulked in the backseat with his arms crossed.

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They drove to the crime scene in silence because Tony was still sulking and McGee and Ziva didn't mind the silence, instead choosing to stare out their windows and think. The mood was still light and teasing as the car pulled into an abandoned ware house with broken windows and graffiti covering almost every surface. It was completely cliché but none the less still a crime scene.

"Tony- bag and tag, McGee- photos, Ziva- with me."

"But boss, Ziva always takes the photos, she's way better than McGeek."

"Today I would rather be with Gibbs, Tony. You are being very childish." Ziva smiled again and turned quickly to follow Gibbs.

"What are we doing Boss?" Ziva inquired.

"Someone had to make the call. Most likely they are still here. Many places to hide." Gibbs silently ended the conversation in his own polite way. As they neared the edge of the first warehouse building, Gibbs pulled out his gun holding it at the ready. Ziva copied and slowly followed as they rounded the corner.

"NCIS! Put your hands up!" Gibbs shouted and before Ziva could see anything they were off running. The path turned from overgrown weeds to worn clay pressed hard by years of people walking. Roots clambered up at Ziva's legs like arms that were trying to catch her and pull her down. Empty space became occupied by trees on all sides. She nearly ran into Gibbs who had suddenly stopped. The were in a clearing. Ziva stumbled forward into his outstretched hand. A small click was heard. Ziva looked down at her foot.

"Gibbs!" She yelled and pushed him away as she ran. A few seconds later she was flying through the air, her lungs and skin burning. She hit the ground with a loud whack and lay still.

Ok! Ok! I know short chapter but no, Ziva does NOT die. Ooops sorry if that ruined the cliff-hanger! Next chapter up soon!