Hey! I'm back with this random fic about Sherlock and Ziva.. don't really know where it's going it's a sort of spur of the moment type thing. It was written to hopefully get rid of my writers block for A Visit from The Doctor, so that will be on the back burner as they say! FYI the "met" is slang for the Metropolitan Police.

I don't own NCIS or Sherlock they belong to CBS and the BBC! I only own whatever I made up.

PS. The italics are thoughts.

It had been a long day in the bull-pen and Ziva was still in London. Apparently the director wanted her to go there and help the met on whatever case they were working on. The team had been working cold cases for three weeks and Tony wished that the criminals could be a little more considerate and do something that they could investigate. The team had a temporary replacement for Ziva who's name was Lola Dermonte. She was small, attractive, with brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin. she was constantly hitting on Tony but for some reason he could only think about Ziva.

"Gear up!" Gibbs' voice boomed through the bull-pen as he ran down the stairs towards the team.

"Where was going Boss?" Tony asked as he grabbed his stuff.

"London. Pack a bag, flight leaves early tomorrow." His replied while walking towards the elevator to tell Abby, Ducky and Palmer.

"London? Isn't that were Ziva is? Oh god I hope she's ok!" McGee said as the elevator dinged and they walked in.

London

"Sherlock. You can't expect me to go shopping all the time." John complained to Sherlock who was to "busy" with experiments to go.

"John's right Sherlock. You can't expect him to go all the time." A female voice said from behind Sherlock as she wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a kiss to his neck. "Why don't I come with you?"

"Fine. But he's going next time." Sherlock huffed.

"God. I've never seen him give in to anyone. Not even me!" John joked.

"See you later John!" she called on her way down the stairs.

The plane ride was excruciatingly long, and the team then had to endure the beautiful London traffic at midday. When the arrived at the station, they were quickly introduced to Detective Inspector Lestrade, Sergeant Donovan and Anderson. Soon after Sherlock, Molly, John and Ziva walked into Lestrade's office.

"Oh look it's the freak, his friend and his girlfriend." Donavon said sarcastically.

'Girlfriend!' Tony thought. He could feel a hint of jealousy building up, but pushed it aside.

"Don't use sarcasm Donovan. It doesn't become you." Ziva retorted. Sherlock and John tried hard to suppress a laugh but failed, and burst out laughing.

"Don't use sarcasm. It doesn't become you." Donavon mocked. She was opened her mouth to speak but Lestrade cut her off.

"If you're done. These are the guys that will be helping us on the navy killer case."

"Oh ok. I'm Dr John Watson. And this is Sherlock Holmes, Dr Molly Hooper and obviously you all know Ziva." John said smiling.

"Ok well, I'm Gibbs, that's DiNozzo, McGee, our ME Dr Mallard, his assistant Jimmy Palmer and our forensic Abby." Gibbs said.

"So Zi. I assume you have something for me?" Lestrade asked casually.

'Zi?' she doesn't even let me call her that.' Tony huffed inwardly.

"Yup. Uniforms just found another body. Guess this is a joint investigation then Gibbs." She said before walking out closely followed by Sherlock, John, Molly and Lestrade.

"Guess that was our queue. Come on then." Anderson said none too enthusiastically.

When the team reached the crime scene they were surprised to find only DI Lestrade, Molly, Donavan and Anderson there. Ducky walked over to the body to help the young doctor with her work, McGee went to bag and tag with Abby, and Tony took sketches. Shortly after a London cab pulled up and out got John, Sherlock and Ziva.

"Making it a habit of being late to a crime scene eh David?" Gibbs joked.

"No Gibbs, and if you must know John forgot his coat." She said embracing Gibbs and a father-daughter like hug.

"Nice to see you Ziver." He said affectionately.

"You too Gibbs."

While all this was happening, Sherlock proceeded to examine the crime scene, taking out his magnifying glass, and scanning the second body for anything relevant.

"John, Zi, Lestrade!" He shouted.

"Yeah!" they shouted back whilst jogging over to him. Everyone else moving to join them.

"This body was moved, between five to six hours ago. He was knocked unconscious by some sort of gas, possibly chloroform, he was then hit repeatedly over the head with a baseball bat, stabbed in the stomach and then shot in the chest for good measure. He was shot by a-"

"Left handed shooter with a Sig Sauer P226, 9mm round strait through the heart. He was unhappily married, say two kids, three dogs and a cat-"

"He was in some sort of law enforcement, but the badge has been ripped off the pocket, his suit is too big, and the top part of the trouser is worn, but the soles of his shoes are scuffed, so he has a job which involves a lot of sitting down but a small portion of walking. So he was a-"

"Security guard. The badge has been ripped off the pocket to make his workplace unidentifiable. But, the closest place that involves security and that co-insides with the tide etc. is the National History Museum. And a high profile piece was just stolen from the Ancient China exhibit. So we then assume that he knows something about the theft."

"Very good Miss David." Sherlock said proudly.

The team, who had just been watching the conversation between Sherlock and Ziva, were standing on the River bed mouth agape, wondering how the hell they could deduce something from just looking at it for like three seconds and how and when did Ziva learn to do it.

"So basically, were looking for a missing security guard from the National History Museum." John summed up for Lestrade and the team.

"Ok Let's find him." Lestrade said.

Ok! So that's it for now. Not sure if I should continue... what do you think?

Reviews make me happy. And then I'll write more!

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