Hey guys, I am just editing this story cause I was reading it the other day and thinking what a mess it was lol. Enjoy. I hope you enjoy it if you read it :)
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It was raining, It had been for the past three days. The pitter patter on the window was a calming sound, it was like music to Gibbs's ears, it drowned, out all the noises of the city, the sirens, the car horns the screeching of tires.
The bullpen was quiet, only a few agents had arrived in the building, ready to start work. Gibbs looked at the clock, taking another sip of his coffee. It was still early.
Looking down at the case file he held in his hand, he took another sip of coffee, savouring the bitter taste that touched his tongue. Suddenly the elevator dinged and its doors opened to reveal Timothy McGee.
"Morning Boss." The younger man said cheerfully, sitting at his desk and turning the computer on.
"McGee" Gibbs greeted with a nod of his head. The younger man smiled as he started to tap feverishly at his computer keyboard, his eyes never leaving the screen. A few minutes passed and none other than Anthony DiNozzo walked out of the elevator, cheerfully singing to the song that played through his iPod. He stopped when he was met with the Gibbs glare.
"Morning boss" he said, smiling guiltily before taking his earphone from its place in his ear and sitting at his desk. Gibbs nodded his greeting and looked back at his computer, not looking at anything in particular.
The office was filling up quickly. The useful hum of chatter, drowning out the sound of the rain, the smell of coffee and people rushing up and down the hallways, carrying brown case files in their hands. Gibbs looked up at the clock, frowning. It was 10:00 hours and still Ziva had yet to show up at the office. Throwing a worrisome look at her empty desk, he picked up his phone, dialling Ziva's cell. He was greeted with her voice mail. Taking the phone away from his ear, he then tried her home. It was engaged.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouted, making the Special agent jump.
"Yes Boss?" he asked, getting to his feet.
"I want you to go over to Ziva's apartment find out why the hell she isn't here."
Tony nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder and starting for the elevator. Timmy and Jethro watched him go, silently hoping, that their Israeli friend was just late for work.
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When Tony pulled outside Ziva's apartment he couldn't help the feeling of curiosity that suddenly consumed him. Looking up to see her curtains drawn he made his way across the road, narrowly avoiding being hit by a taxi on the way. The man behind the wheel honked his horn, shouting out a few words Tony didn't care to repeat and continued across the road.
When Tony arrived outside Ziva's door, he noticed the handle was broken and smeared with blood. Pulling his gun from its holster, he carefully pushed the door open, his SIG pointed in front of him.
"Federal agent!" he shouted. As he entered the apartment he was met with the stale smell of smoke. Picture frames sat askew on the walls, or broken on the floors, glass scattered the floor and smears of blood painted the walls. Tony's eyes widened.
"Ziva?.. You in here?" as he expected, he received no answer. Walking further into the apartment, the sight that he had dreaded finally greeted him.
"Ziva!" he said, holstering his weapon and running towards his friend. All thoughts of disturbing the crime scene gone from his mind. The Mossad woman lay face down, three bullet holes in her back. Exit wounds Tony observed. A pool of crimson red stained the floor, obviously Ziva's. He resisted the urge to take Ziva into arms. Closing his eyes as the heartache set in, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell.
"Gibbs" came the voice from the other end.
Tony hesitated before answering.
"it's Ziva boss"
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