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Truth and Lies
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When Ziva David had woken up that Monday morning, she was not expecting her day to start with her head down the toilet, emptying the contents of the poor breakfast she had eaten just minutes before.
The morning had seemed to get even worse when she left her apartment, stumbling down two flights of stairs, out on to the busy streets of her neighborhood , only then to realize she was still wearing her skimpy silk pajamas
Finally, arriving at headquarters, Ziva hurried up the stairs towards the bullpen, bursting through the door and skidding to a halt beside her desk. Dropping her bag by her feet she fell into her chair, glancing round the bullpen.
Rubbing her stomach of the familiar monthly feeling, she unzipped her bag and searched for a certain ladies supply, finding none, she sighed. She didn't know what had caused her to do what she did, but getting up she peered over the top of her office wall and shouted.
"Does anyone have a tampon!"
The moment the words left her mouth the office went silent, more then twenty faces turning to stare at her in shock, realizing what she had just said, Ziva's eyes momentarily widened as she shrunk back down behind her cubical.
It was then Gibbs, decided to make an appearance. Ziva cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly at him.
"Good Morning Gibbs." She greeted him. "I supposed your wondering why I am late?"
Turning on his heel Gibbs started towards his desk, picking his gun and badge from his draw.
"Dead Petty Officer," he said, sighing Ziva stood and followed Gibbs to the elevator, her eyes averted from the few people that were still staring at her. -
The crime scene was in a small neighborhood just outside of Georgetown, a suburb that held pretty houses all lined up against neatly mowed lawns. Gibbs pulled out outside the crime scene tape, slamming the door as he got out the car.
Ziva followed closely behind him, ducking under the tape a handsome police officer held up for her. Smiling she winked at him as she passed.
"Hey boss," Tony greeted with his usual chirpiness as he randomly snapped a picture of both his boss and partner. Ziva glared at him, as did Gibbs.
"Where are Ducky and Palmer?" Gibbs asked.
"Palmer took the wrong turn again, they will be here in half an hour. "
"Any Witnesses?"
"The next-door neighbour, Miss McDonalds" Tony pointed a large woman that stood on her front porch, still in her one piece night gown.
"McGee, Ziva. Go talk to her, we will meet you back at HQ. "
When the two agents entered the house they were expecting to see fancy furniture, with expensive art work and marble coffee tables. Instead, they were greeted with stacks of old newspapers, dusty moth eaten chairs and about a hundred cats.
"Would you like anything to eat?" The woman asked, not waiting for their answer as she hurried to the kitchen, McGee and Ziva awkwardly sat down, dust flying into the air around them as their bodies hit the sofa.
Miss McDonalds hurried out the kitchen, carrying a box of donuts.
"So what can I do for you today?"
"We are holding an investigation about the murder that happened next door."
"Oh yes, poor man…"
"Did you know petty officer evens well?"
"He used to say hello to me on his runs, help me with a garden and mow my lawn. Handsome lad to, such a shame he is gone…I think I may have had a chance with him"
The woman smiled, showing off a row of yellow teeth, Ziva cringed as she picked up a donut, stuffing the chocolate filled treat into her mouth.
"Ah, last night did you see or hear anything out of the ordinary Ma'am?" McGee asked from beside Ziva, the woman shook her head.
"I heard some men shouting…" She said, her mouth still full of food. She then cast her gaze towards Ziva and pointed towards the Israeli's plate.
"You gonna eat that?" she asked, before Ziva answered the woman stole the donut from Ziva's plate and took a large bite.
"Seriously sweetheart, you do not look like you need anything else fattening right now…" Ziva said her eyes widening in shock as the words left her mouth.
"Excuse me?" asked the woman in a harsh tone, Ziva sighed.
"I mean look at you… your practically a blimp," she said, extending her arms around her waist. The woman threw the donut to the table and shot up from her seat.
"Get out of my house!" she shouted, McGee got up quickly and pulled Ziva up with him, starting for the door.
"What the hell was that Ziva!" McGee whispered harshly on the way to the car. Ziva shrugged.
"I don't know, I was thinking it then I just …said it, like I had no control over it. I didn't mean to."
"Well lets hope you didn't just lose us our potential witness."
Ziva sighed as she shut the passenger door of the car, banging her head on the dashboard.
It had been a long day, and it wasn't even lunch yet. Ziva David dragged her self toward the elevator, pushing her thumb down on the button and waiting impatiently for the car to arrive.
A man stood next to her, his glasses hanging off his nose as he glanced down at the old worn book in his hand. His hair was smoothed down against his head, brining attention to his receding hairline, his almost green tweed suite clashed with the black briefcase by his feet and his shoes were scuffed and worn.
What annoyed the Israeli most, however, was not the mans attire, but the way his lips seemed to moved with every word he read, the way every so often he would sniff and push his glasses up, then snort and kiss his teeth.
The ding of the elevator brought her back to reality as she looked up in time to see the two metal doors open, revealing an empty carriage. Closing his book, the man sniffed pushed his glasses up and bent down to pick up his briefcase, Ziva was already in the elevator when he took a step forward, she held out a finger and pushed him back.
"You can take the next one!" The doors closed and Ziva smiled at the mans confused and slightly scared expression.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a patient man, but when he walked through the doors of the elevator, to see one of his agents asleep at her desk, his patients slipped. Stepping in front of his sleeping agent, he placed his coffee on her desk and slammed his hands on the table.
The Israeli jumped from her seat, looking fearfully up at her boss and for a moment, Gibbs regretted waking her in such a manner. picking up his coffee he made his way to his desk.
The elevator dinged.
"Agent Gibbs." A voice came from a distance away, the elder agent glanced up to take in a elder man dressed in an expensive suit.
The agent smiled tightly.
"Mr Secretary," Gibbs greeted the man with a handshake.
"It's nice to see you again Gibbs…I guess," the Secretary of Defense smiled, the turned to Ziva.
"Well don't just sit there, get me a cup of coffee,"
"What do I look like, your maid?" Ziva said as she looked up from her computer.
"That's my agent. Ziva David. Not my Secretary. " The man smiled and chuckled ever so slightly.
"I forgot we lived in the times where woman actually work. Not like back in my day." Ziva smiled and stood from her seat. "And what day was that sir?" she brushed a bit of hair behind her ear. "The stone age?"
"Ziva…" Gibbs warned, but the Israeli continued.
"I knew you were old, but look at those wrinkles. You really are an old coot," Ziva placed both hands over her mouth. The Secretary of defence clenched his teeth together and glared at Gibbs.
"I will have a word with you once I talk to your director" the man stormed away from the two agents and up the stairs. Gibbs turned an angry glare on Ziva.
"What the hell was that Ziva!" he shouted. Ziva was taken back by the ferocity in his voice.
"I don't-"
"You just called the Secretary of Defence an old coot!"
"Gibbs I don't know what wrong with me, I-"
"You know what Ziva, don't. Cause I don't want to hear it. You have lost us a a potential witness and now pissed off the secutary of defence..." Gibbs said angrily. "I knew it was a mistake letting you back on my team."
A painful feeling suddenly surged thought Ziva's chest as Gibbs pushed passed her. Leaving her to her thoughts.
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It wasn't long till she found herself in Ducky's lab. A light was on, and through the glass of the autopsy doors, Ziva cold see the hunched figure of Doctor Mallard at the far table. A pot of tea cooling next to him.
"Ducky?" she said quietly as the doors swished open. The elder man jumped and looked round alarmed, his face softening when he took in the young female agent.
"Ah, Ziva my dear. What bring you down here so late." the old man rose from his seat. Offering the young agent a cup of tea.
"Ducky, I think something might be wrong with me. "