This is the new and hopefully improved start of the story, all of you still interested thanks and those of you not thanks for reading either way : )
Prologue
They were standing around the gurney, pondering what could have happened to the man lying on it, when Ducky began speaking "Every one of the symptoms point towards an adrenalin overdose, but there are no visible marks on the body where a syringe could have entered, and this man was perfectly healthy any abnormal levels of adrenalin should have been calmed down before death could occur."
Ducky moved over on the other side of the table "However I did find an interesting tattoo on the index finger" The people in the room leaned curiously over to see the tattoo and when they did, Ziva's eyes widened and her face paled.
The scorpion was bright against the pale skin of desiccating flesh, and he sight made Ziva feel her blood boil and her toes curl in disgust and hate, the feelings were too much to take and she felt she had to leave the room. The others confused and wondering what had made Ziva the Israeli spy who had an otherwise emotional availability to dead bodies leave the room, they looked at each other for a second or two, before hurrying after her.
Gibbs found her first pacing in a hallway, he slowly walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, she just shrugged it of. Suddenly she stopped pacing, only to continue down into the office and start rummaging for something in the drawer. Tony already there asked her the question they were all dying to know "Ziva, what happened with the dead body? And can you please tell us why your reacting like this?" Ziva stopped looking in the drawers and looked up, contemplating what she should tell them.
"The tattoo belongs to a terrorist organization named SCORPIA, It is not a very known organization and only higher ups or people who have been on missions that involves them have extensive knowledge on them" Everybody except Dinozzo seemed to understand so she explained further "Most people don't have a high enough clearance level to see their files"
The silence in the room was deafening, after the statement.
"Do we need this information to solve the case?" Gibbs asked speaking for the first time since Ziva's explanation. Ziva immediately felt a need to lie and say that they did not need the info, or at least tell them that it was a bad idea, but she knew that neither of those things would stop them, so she answered truthfully knowing she would probably regret it. "Yes we need the information and" she took a deep breath before telling them the rest,
"I think I might know someone."