First fan fic... hope you like it
Finally had time, now I've gone through and fixed all the typing errors!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters
Dear Ziva- Part 1
The squad room was bustling with people rushing around with files while spouting jargon on their phones. It was an usual office scene with desks covered in paperwork, computers buzzing away and people oblivious to the world. It was a normal day at NCIS headquarters. There is the sound of the elevator alerting passersby that the large metallic doors were about to slide open and to allow a flood of people to join them in their meaningful wanderings around the office. Ziva and Tony both stepped out at the same time with coffee-to-go clutched in their hands.
"Did you know McGeek had a date last night? How is it that someone like McGee can get a date and I haven't been out in a month?" he exclaimed with a slight hint of worry. He stopped quickly checking his reflection in the window and fixing his hair. Ziva was walking a couple of paces ahead of his considering answers to his question; she smiled to herself, a smile that soon became a smirk.
"I did know. And there is a very simple reason why..." she let the sentence trail off looking at Tony from under her dark lashes. She swung her hips around effortlessly falling into the seat at her desk.
"Why?" Tony demanded sounding like a child pushing a parent's limits. The paranoid look on his face gave Ziva satisfaction; she knew that he'd be thinking about it all day. McGee walked past them both with a telling smile Tony quickly shot Ziva a look before turning to McGee.
"So how was your night probie?" he said with a hint of jealousy that was obvious to everyone. Looking past Tony he caught Ziva's eye egging him on.
"It was nice, thank you for asking." He said while loading up his computer.
"Nice was it? What's her name?" Tony pushed for information. He's impatience had got the better of him, and having started off suggestively his tone became demanding.
"Not telling you." McGee continued working without looking up.
"Ah good you're all here, I want to introduced you to someone." Ducky appeared from the elevator followed by a young woman. "This is Beau, I meet her father back in the Oxford days. This is Tony and Ziva, and obviously you already know Timothy." Beau held her hand out for Ziva and then Tony smiling politely.
"Ah Tim, always a pleasure. Thank you for a wonderful evening." She made her way towards McGee's desk, shook his hand and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Beau is a forensic psychologist, she's finishing up university here. Thought she could give me a hand if ever one was needed. There is a desk on the end, hope you're brought work with you dear." Ducky remarked.
"I have Hitler and Stalin: parallel lives to keep me company Duck. And I have the reverting case files for my dissertation, I'm doing a study on forensic profiling in federal investigations." She told McGee while pacing files down on the desk next to him. You're probably not surprised to know feds aren't too keen on working with psychologists."
"Really?" McGee asked, his voiced sounded slightly too enthusiastic setting of silent alarms for both Tony and Ziva.
"Grab your gear." Gibbs walked through the crowd of people ignoring what was going on. The team grabbed their bags and began to move out.
"Beau I think it'd be best if you stayed here." Ducky hurriedly instructed.
The crime scene was woods that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The ground was still damp with the pervious night's rainfall; there was the smell of fresh morning air lingering but in the most melancholy sense. A woman's body had been wrapped in plastic and laid almost carefully under a tree with a careful x carved into the bark. Tony carefully watched McGee waiting for the right moment to ask about his "date".
"So where did you take her probie?" Tony asked approaching McGee slowly. Tim looked uncomfortable but refused to give in to Tony's mocking. "Did you probe her probie?" he said while smirking
"NO" McGee responded quicker than expected catching Ziva's attention.
"That was a quick denial." Ziva said raising her eye brows while carefully finding a clearing on the ground to place her foot down.
"I didn't sleep with her okay, Ducky told me she was visiting yesterday and that he had to go to meet someone and he thought it'd be nice for her to see the city. So he asked me to take her out." He sighed hoping his explanation would be enough for his co workers. Ziva patted him on the head and made a pouty face before laughing.
"McGee is like a woman when it comes to navigating, how did he show her around the city?" Tony stated boldly staring into the distance. But McGee and Ziva stopped what they were doing and looked up.
"I am a woman. I can navigate." Ziva said narrowing her eyes in a warning way.
"Ah my ninja but you're like a Mossad Hunting dog. But the more important question, why didn't Ducky ask me to take her out?" he said looking wide eyed and baffled. "I would have taken her to see all the sights…if you get my drift." He giggled winking and Ziva.
"Do you really need to ask Tony? I think that is exactly why Ducky didn't ask you, she's a nice girl." He said sighing.
"So you didn't take her home for coffee?" Tony continued.
"Why do people drink coffee so late? I prefer tea in the evenings." Ziva said looking slightly confused.
"Coffee means sex." Tony said without giving it a second thought.
"Remind me never to ask you to get me coffee DiNozzo." Gibbs appeared behind them. "What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get to work!" Tony's expression changed within seconds.
"On it boss." Tony muttered moving away slightly embarrassed. The team began looking around the site for any evidence they could find.
"Boss! Ziva!" Tony called out. His expression had fallen. In his hand was an envelope with neat blue ink on the front, "Ziva David" it read