I don't own NCIS or it's characters.I still like to borrow them for my own purposes. I only own those you don't recognize. I'm not a native speaker so I have learned english in school. Try to understand me! And this is also my first fanfiction story ever.
Chapter 1.
It was early morning in NCIS building. Last few days had been really busy and hectic. The team had worked long hours to find a cold-blooded killer. He had killed black women who were somehow connected to navy. They had been soldiers, soldier's wives, mothers, girlfriends and daughters. At first murders had been perfectly planned and no physical evidences were left behind. Finally killer did one mistake: he didn't notice the chewing gum he had dropped. And finally team managed to find the killer. His motive was still un-clear. The only words he had said were "I did it". And team let him be – at least for now. So only wish team had, was a slow and silence day.
"You look happy, Zee-Vah, our own beautiful Pocahontas", Tony said and grinned to Ziva.
"Yes, I'm happy", Ziva admitted. "But don't give me that look…"
"What look Ninja?" Tony asked.
"That Ziva has a man – look", McGee answered before Ziva could reply.
"I don't have a weird look and this isn't your business McAmor, who doesn't know anything about women", Tony said and stared McGee.
"And by the way Tony, I'm happy because we got that guy", Ziva explained. "Although my love life isn't your business".
"So you have one?" Tony asked.
"No I don't", Ziva simply answered.
Tony was about to say something, but was interrupted by Gibbs:
"Okey folks, we have a dead petty office in central park so let's go".
Everyone sighed, but still did like they always do: they took their badges, guns and other things and left the building.
In the car everything was silent. Not even DiNozzo said anything. Ziva drove like a normal human being and everyone were still tired of the last few days so no words were changed. But Tony and McGee were almost sure that Ziva was praying something in hebrew.
"I hope you were praying for an easy case", McGee finally broke the silence.
"That is exactly what I was doing", Ziva said smiling.
In the park everything was like a routine. Ducky and Palmer game late and Ducky said that Palmer got lost.
"Our victim is petty officer William Garzia. Just came home from Afghanistan", McGee told.
So there was nothing new under the sun. Ducky confirmed that the victim had died about 5 hours ago and that the cause of dead was gunshot wound to the head. Victim had managed to write down a name David Portia.
"Maybe that is the name of his killer", DiNozzo said.
"Well at least that has to mean something", Gibbs admitted. "McGee, find him. DiNozzo take evidence back to lab and Ziver…"
"Shh", Ziva said. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what Ziva?" McGee and DiNozzo both asked.
"Yes, follow the voice Ziver", Gibbs said.
And then the case got an un-expected turn. Routine turned into something that neither of the team had ever seen…
