"I need to see one about something that happened on base." The teenage boy vaguely told Ziva after she had pulled over to see if he was okay.

"Get in," Ziva instructed before driving onto the base, passing security, "What is your name?"

"Michael," he replied simply, looking out the car window quite worrisomely.

"Hi Michael I am Ziva, let's get you upstairs and I will introduce you to my boss and you can tell him about it." Ziva said, trying to smile warmly as she pulled into her car park.

Ziva lead the young man through the building and up to the bull pen. "Special Agent Gibbs this is Michael, he wants to talk to you about something."

Gibbs offered his hand to the young man but Michael didn't notice he was busily watching Tony, "I know you."

"Pardon?" Tony asked looking up, he was pretty sure he had never seen this kid before.

"You went to Flabellum Boarding School; I have seen your photo the one from football is on the wall." Michael said with a half smile.

"Michael was it?" Tony asked as he got out of his seat and walked over to the visitor, the boy nodded, "hi I'm Anthony DiNozzo, you can call me Tony."

Michael shook Tony's hand, "what can we do for you?"

Tony quickly pulled up a chair for himself and Michael and they sat opposite Gibbs. Gibbs normally wouldn't approve of Tony taking over like he just had, but it was clear he related to the boy more than he did.

Ziva took her seat at the desk, she didn't want to crowd the poor boy, but she was very curious as to why he was here.

"Well, I am on the football team like you were," Michael said, with a small smile in Tony's direction, "we sometimes go to the base as a lot of us on the team are navy brats our coach is too."

Gibbs nodded in acknowledgment, not sure where this story was going.

"Our coaches' name is Anthony, he is amazing. Anyways his mum comes to the games; her husband is away on duty at the moment, he is our normal coach when he is in the country, she helps out our team a lot. She makes food and organises outings, she comes to all our games, FBS even organises for her to come to our away games on the bus."

"What is this ladies name?" Gibbs asked, knowing that Michael was very close to stop telling his story. Ziva handed her co-workers and Michael a can of soda, Tony took a swig out of his drink in an attempt to relax the juvenile.

"Miranda Cole," Michael said quickly before lifting his drink to his mouth and holding it there, only taking a tiny sip. As Michael said Miranda's name Tony choked on his drink.

"And what has Miranda done?" Gibbs asked, although his gut was telling him, but Gibbs hoped his gut was wrong in this instance.

"Well at first it was nothing, when her husband was away, doing something else or not looking, she would give us beer and magazines, you know the good ones," Michael faked a smile to Tony, but Tony saw straight through it.

"What happened next," Tony prompted, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.

"She started hanging around the change rooms, when we covered up she told us, 'don't be silly, nothing I haven't seen before.' But then it got weirder, she would take some of us out individually, for private training sessions." Michael said softly, not sure how to finish this story, he had never said any of this out loud.

"Don't get me wrong, it is sometimes fun, the sneaking out and all, and seeing her naked. If it was just me I probably wouldn't say anything, but I saw her yesterday talking to my little brother and his friends. His friend let me into his room at school and I found the empty beer cans and magazines under his bed. I mean he is only fifteen..." Michael trailed off.

"How old are you?" Gibbs asked tentatively, Michael replied, if possible even quieter then his last response, "nearly seventeen."

"How old is this Miranda?" Tony asked.

"She is in her forties I think, she is in great shape though." Michael said awkwardly.

Gibbs knew there was something up with Tony and he had asked that last question like he already knew the answer. Gibbs wondered if it had anything to do with the FBS and their football team.

"Ziva, can you get some names of Michael so we can start asking around, Tony come with me," Gibbs instructed his team. It was only the three of them today, Probie was running errands with Abby.

"I'll catch you in a bit mate," Tony farewelled Michael with a pat on the back. Tony then followed Gibbs into his usually conference room. A few seconds after the doors on the elevator shut Gibbs pressed the emergency stop button. "Is there something you want to share DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked in a boss like manner.

"Nothing boss," Tony replied too quickly.

"Tony it is okay, whatever it is you have to tell me," Gibbs said in a father like manner. Tony bit his lip as if it was to painful to say out loud.

"Did you know this woman?" Gibbs asked, his theory being that Tony could only really handle yes-or-no sort of questions at this time.

Tony grimaced as he nodded, "I was on the football team. Her husband was our coach even back then."

"How old were you when it started?" Gibbs asked tentitivly.

"Fourteen," Tony sighed; it seemed like a life time ago. "She was twenty five."

In an extremely un-Gibbs like manner he wrapped an arm around Tony, patting him on the back with his free hand.

"We are going to get her Tony," Gibbs reassured.

"Are you going to put it in the case file?" Tony asked.

"I don't think that is necessary, by the sounds of it there is going to be a very strong case against her."

Gibbs pressed the red button again and the elevator started moving again.

"What is going on?" Ziva asked insensitively as Tony and Gibbs stepped out of the elevator, "what did I miss."

"Just getting some background information on the school, I just wanted to ask Tony who he thinks we should speak to, we need to get our facts straight before we involve the parents." Gibbs lied, but it appeared that Ziva believed him.

"What are we going to do first?" Ziva asked breaking the moment of awkward silence.

"Get McGee back off Abby, grab Agent Lee while you are at it, we need to head over to FBC at start asking some questions. We need to be quick though, we can't give Mrs Cole the heads up that we are coming after her."

It was eight PM by the time they arrived back at NCIS, oddly Tony and Lee were with Gibbs, while Ziva drove McGee and Mrs Cole in a second car. It had been a busy day of taking statements. Sadly only a few of the boys on the football team hadn't been emotional abused by this woman who had bedded so many of them.

This arrangement was quite unusual, normally it was Gibbs or Tony who had primarily handled the arrestees. Ziva had a feeling that Gibbs had only invited Lee along so they would have to take two cars, it didn't really make any sense until they picked up Mrs Cole. Gibbs had made the arrest with the assistance of the others while Tony waited in the car, apparently he needed to call Abby, which Ziva believed at first. Although Ziva and Gibbs noticed Miranda Cole looking at Tony, she whispered Anthony, under her breathe. This was the exact moment that Ziva linked all the dots.

"Long day," Ziva smiled at Tony who was just finishing up his paperwork for the day.

"Yeah," Tony agreed absentmindedly.

"Would you like to come over to my place for some dinner," Ziva suggested kindly.

"I'm not really hungry." Tony murmured.

"How about some cheese, biscuits and some wine? I'm not going to take no for an answer Tony." Ziva insisted with a smile.

"That sounds nice Ziva." Tony grinned, wondering why she was being so nice. Maybe because it was common knowledge of his low tolerance levels for child molesters.

There shall by Tivaness, in the next chapter of this twoshot, I promise

Till next time,

DinozzoFan