New story! Hope you like it! NCIS this time. Alot that will show up in this story was inspired by and is dedicated to one of my BEST friends, Alykinz aka Echo-chan1223. she'll understand what i mean by that!

Death of the Arbitrary
Chapter 1: Mr. Dylan Jordan, Room 205

Ziva was sitting at her desk typing on her computer when Gibbs rushed into the bullpen. She straightened up when he stopped in front of her partner, Tony's, desk. Gibbs stood there stiffly as Tony continued digging through one of his many messy drawers. With a gasp of excitement Tony abruptly stood up, losing grip of what he had in his hand. The world seemed to spin in slow motion as the rotten apple soar through the air... and hit Gibbs square in the face.

It simply stopped and fell straight down into Gibbs's open palm. "Good morning Dinozzo, got any more fruit you wish to throw at my head?" Tony's face paled immensely and he gulped. Ziva had to hold her stomach so she didn't laugh. "n-no sir... it w-was an accident b-boss." Tony's stuttering was too much. Ziva burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"If you've finished laughing Agent David, I'll see you and Dinozzo in the van." Without so much as a second glance Gibbs was in the elevator, whose doors were rapidly closing.

"On your six boss!" Tony called across the room. Rolling her eyes Ziva grabbed her NCIS badge from her desk, the backpack she had behind her chair, and Gibbs's morning coffee. "You are coming are you not?" Flashing the famous 'Dinozzo grin', Tony nodded and ran to the elevator, punching his arm through the doors just before it closed enough to crush his arm. Ziva followed in silence.

Gibbs took the coffee out of her hands when she entered the elevator. The ride went by in silence until just before their stop Tony blurted out, "Where exactly are we going boss?" Gibbs remained quiet. After his outburst Tony stepped back to the corner he had just vacated and started studying his shoe.

The ding signaling that the ride was over came and the twin doors clanged open. Ziva, Gibbs, and Tony exited and walked straight to the van. "I call shotgun!" Tony blurted once again. Ziva, however, beat him to the front seat. She smiled sweetly and jumped in next to Gibbs who had already entered the drivers side of the van. Gibbs looked at Tony his blank 'Gibbs Stare.' "You can't just call it if you want the front Dinozzo, you have to beat her to the door."

Grumbling something about her being lighter, so therefore faster Tony reluctantly clambered into the back seat of the van. As they drove through the bustling D.C streets Tony got up the courage to ask his question again. "Hey boss, could you um, maybe tell us where we're going." Gibbs breathed in, and then sighed. It seemed to take all of his will power not to stop the van and smack Tony on the back of the head. "You'll find out where we're going when we get there Dinozzo."

Slumping back in his seat Tony started grumbling again. Ziva flashed a grin then contented herself with staring out the window at all the building they were passing.

After half an hour of driving, Gibbs stopped the car out side of a large white washed building on the northern end of the D.C sub base. He hopped out of the van before Ziva and Tony even registered that the van had stopped moving. Walking briskly up to the huge mahogany double doors, Gibbs turned around and waited for his slow team to catch up to him.

Tony got there first. "There's no ambulances, fire engines, or police engines. Isn't this a crime scene boss?" Tony quickly placed a shaking hand on the wall to keep himself from falling over. He had no idea how his boss could walk so far so quickly.

If Gibbs was irritated again he didn't show it. He merely pushed open the door and walked inside when Ziva appeared next to Tony.

"It really scares me how he does that." "Shut up Tony!" "Why should I?" "For the sake of all the people who are not as stupid as you!" "Oh so I'm stupid now?" "Now? you have always been a stupid pig." "You didn't just call me a pig." "Why yes, i believe i did!" "i ought'a punch you." "You could not hit me if you tried." "Wanna bet?" "Do not make me hurt you."

The bickering carried through the halls as the three agents wandered the halls. It was again taking all of Gibbs's strength not to turn around and shut up the both of them. He didn't have to however, as they finally entered the main hallway. Both of them shut up at the sight of all the patients.

"Where the hell are we...?" Tony's eyes were as wide as they could go. Gibbs smirked and whacked the back of his head. "Thanks boss... I needed that." Chuckling, Gibbs led them through more hallways until they reached room 205. Ziva cocked an eyebrow and whispered, "What's in here boss?" Gibbs chuckled again and drifted slowly into the room. "In here Ziva, is Mr. Dylan Jordan. Dylan is a patient here at the D.C Navy Mental Hospital,"

The looks on Tony and Ziva's faces were price less. Stifling another chuckle, Gibbs continued. "Recently, Dylan has been receiving many letters from a Crack-Pot Tom. Dylan's step sister asked that he be put under protection, seeing as he was once an admiral in the navy. You two are the people assigned to protect him."

Ziva's mouth hung open. they had been brought here to protect an ex-navy admiral, that had been put in a mental hospital. "i have a question, will this protection thingy be a 24/7 job?" Ziva looked towards the sound of the voice. Tony. Gibbs kept his blank expression, but Ziva saw a slight flicker of amusement pass through his eyes. "Yes Dinozzo, this will require you to be on the watch 24/7."

Tony's heart fell. 24/7? with no breaks? wait he didn't know that. "And boss... are we going to be rotating in shifts?" Gibbs sighed. "Of course you will be rotating in shifts, but this operation only lasts until we catch Crack-Pot Tom." Tony grimaced. Whoever this Tom dude was, didn't seem like a very trustworthy or friendly person. But then again, Tony didn't know what exactly was in the letters, or what the threats were.

Jumping from grimace to 'Dinozzo grin', Tony grabbed Dylan's hand and began shaking. "Hello Mr. Jordan, nice to meet-cha! Anthony Dinozzo's the name. My partner Ziva and i will be protecting you until our NCIS team can find Crack-Pot Tom!" Dylan stared at him for a moment before smiling. breaking the handshake he pointed to Tony's eye and said, "You are using a mask, but don't worry, i can see you. don't forget to brush your teeth~" Laughing like a hypocrite the man began simultaneously making hand motions in the air as if pushing buttons. Tony put his hand to his forehead. This was going to be a very long operation, luckily, he wouldn't have to spend every waking moment with this mental man.

Ziva laughed. She couldn't wait until her watch started. She knew how annoyed Tony was. Nudging his shoulder she whispered, "Get ready for a LONG operation." He glared at her and replied, "I'm not in this alone, you have to deal with it too." Laughing Ziva walked over to Dylan and gave him a big hug. He would make these next days very enjoyable.

Slow and short start, but don't worry, it'll get there! I have so much stuff planned for this story, it'll blow your mind!! you'll never see what's coming, coming! so expect the unexpected!

I hope you like it, please tell me what you think so far in reviews! I love y'all!

I HEAR IT... THE SILENT CRY OF THE BUTTON! PUSH IT, OR FOREVER SHALL YOU WONDER, "WHY DIDN'T I PUSH THE BUTTON?"

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