It was three years since Director Vance had broken up Gibbs' Team. In the resulting few months that followed Gibbs had managaed to coerce Vance into giving him back his team. Or what he could give him back. Looking around the Pit Gibbs' eyes lingered on DiNozzo, chatting some his latest 'skirt' on the phone, to McGee who was busy typing or playing some game. The desk next to his was empty. He had refused to accept a new team member. The last agent assigned to his team had ran, ran right out of the building and failed to show up for work since then.
Vance had informed him repeatedly that Officer David would no longer be returning as the Director of Mossad had taken great offence at her laision being terminated and refused to co-operate with Vance. He even refused to let them have any form of contact with Ziva. None of them knew where she was living, or even if she was still living.
Oddly enough. She was actually just across town. Battling to get a 3 year old out of her car.
'Sophie, Princess, Please! Move your hands, what have you done!?'
She sighed at the entangled cocoon her daughter had created with her seat belt and a piece of rope she had found in the garage and was now carrying around with her. Frowning, Ziva slipped her knife out of her pocket and cut the rope. Sophie looked at her in horror then sulked at being cut out of her prison.
Chuckling Ziva picked her up and shut the door with her hip. She walked towards the day care centre attached to where she worked. After ten minutes of struggling to pry Sophie's arms from her kneck she was finally entering the building. Just as she dumped her bag under her desk her phone rang. She picked it up and after a brief conversation she turned to her team, telling them they have a case. Indicating one of her agents she order;
'We need all intel you can get me on Raphael Anders. Suspected terrorism, apparently his wife is coming to pay us a visit. You' - Pointing to the agent lurking in the corner - 'Go meet her, bring her to me. Do not question her and do not hit on her, got it!?'
She turned back to the remaining two agents, and raised her eyebrows, they glanced at each other. so she pointed to them each in turn, 'Coffee' and moving her arm to point at the other she thought for a moment, what else did she want? 'Waffles.'
Back at NCIS Gibbs had also received a similar call, from one Tobias Fornell. Obviously pissed off, Gibbs stormed out of the Pit shouting back at Tony and Tim to grab their gear and get their asses down here. Instantly they followed just making it into the elevator. Five minutes of erratic driving later and they arrived on a crime scene.
'Fornell!' Screamed Gibbs. 'Get away from my Marine!'
'Gibbs, we've allready started processing the scene. We only just found out he was a marine and - '
'I don't care, this is MY jursdiction.' With that Gibbs ducked under the tape followed by his team.
As Fornell and Gibbs discussed the case and all that they had found out McGee took photos of the bodies as Tony sketched, both every now and then glancing over to where Gibbs was talking with Fornell. They saw Gibbs sigh and turn to walk towards them, they immediately both turned to look back at the body and continue collecting evidence.
Smack Smack
'Ow Boss What was - '
'Eavesdropping. We're going back with Fornell to the FBI where he is going to update them on everything about this killer, he killed before they think, except this is the first time they have managed to I.D. the vic. O.K.?'