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Summary: Stories about Ziva David, her funny "zivaisms" and everyone else in Team Gibbs.

A/N: This is the second version of this chapter. The mainline is the same, I just added some things to it. Basically, made it better. I realized the things I wrote back then were not very good, so I have taken the task of rewriting all the chapters (or at least the ones I believe need rewriting) in this series of one-shots.

"You sure you looked everywhere?" The furious voice of Leroy Jethro Gibbs rang loud and clear in an overly large hallway. It almost echoed back from the walls.

Tony appeared from the kitchen. "Everywhere but the kitchen sink."

"Kitchen sink?" Ziva furrowed her brow in confusion. "Why would anyone with a little bit of brains hide the murder weapon in a kitchen sink?"

While Gibbs and Tony just chuckled unhelpfully, McGee rushed to explain. As always he was the most kind-hearted one.

„It's just an idiom," he assured her. „It's not supposed to make sense."

Gibbs turned his back to his team, studying the wall carefully. "It means we've looked anywhere and still didn't find that damn knife." Gibbs was pissed. It was never a good thing. To Ziva, he most of all reminded something that was going to explode. But if Gibbs didn't happen to be a suicide bomber the thought was ridiculous.

"Oh, I checked the kitchen sink. I looked in it, beneath it, near it, next to it, even above it. You can not say we have not checked the kitchen sink."

"Does this house have a basement?" Gibbs asked, completely ignoring his disputing team.

„Uh..." Tony started, but fell silent when he noticed the look in Gibbs' eyes.

The former Marine raised his hands slightly in frustration. „Well?" he demanded.

"The owner said it doesn't," McGee quickly blurted out.

"I know what the owner said."

Gibbs turned back to face the wall. he studied it, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of it. Finally he stopped just before the front door. He slid his hand over the wall and smiled at it in contentment.

The team squinted their eyes to see what Gibbs had found. The door next to the entrance was almost completely invisible. Only subtle lines on the wall betrayed it's presence. Very, very subtle lines. The fact that the wall had a checkered tapestry on it wasn't very helpful either.

Gibbs took his pocket knife out of his jeans pocket and slid the blade into the crack. He opened the door with a menacing creak and revealed the entrance to the basement.

"Yes, this is definitely one place we didn't look at," McGee said with disbelief.

Suddenly a woman appeared at the main door. "Have you finished yet?" she asked very impatiently. „'Cause I have things to do here and..." Then her eyes fell on the now-open door.

Gibbs' eyes followed her gaze. "Nope," he answered. "You didn't tell us you have a basement."

The woman stuttered. Her eyes had widened and she looked about ready to bolt from there. "Uh, that one..." she started, her voice shaky. „I- I forgot about it. I... um... I don't go there very often."

Gibbs half-smiled and started descending down the stairs into the basement. "We'll talk about this later." Then he turned to his team. "McGee, keep an eye on her."

"See, I told you I was right," Tony continued their little debate.

Ziva turned at him, her eyes flashing. "No, you said that we didn't check the kitchen sink. The place we didn't check was basement."

Tony's face screamed for help. "It's just an expression, you know. It doesn't actually mean any sink. It simply means we haven't checked some place."

„Whatever, your language is a total mess."

Tony turned his face to the ceiling. "Oh Good Lord, please help me explain the meaning of our good old American sayings to this insane woman. At least someday if not right now."

Ziva turned to stare at him, a surprised look adorning her features. "I didn't know you were religious," she stated.

"I'm not," Tony replied, surrendering. "I keep those phrases for extreme situations."

Ziva made a sound like an angry cat. Tony just grinned at her.

"You two coming?" Gibbs yelled from somewhere below. He didn't sound particularly happy, though it was hard to tell if they had a floor between them. But Gibbs, one could always assume that in this kind of situation he would never be happy.

"On your six, boss."

They went down by a narrow spiral staircase. The basement was dark as pitch. Clatter made by Gibbs sounded somewhere to their right.

"And I checked the kitchen sink," Ziva hissed just before they reached Gibbs. Tony threw his hands up in exasperation.

They made their way towards where Gibbs was making some very weird noises. He probably wouldn't leave this basement in a very good order. He was showing light on the stuff with a flashlight. "Hey, boss, why don't you turn on the lights?" Tony asked and soon felt a hand meet the back of his head. He could only wonder how Gibbs found him in that darkness, seeing as he had left his flashlight onto the pile of things he was studying.

"If you can find me one switch I will be eternally grateful to you."

Tony's eyes widened hopefully. "You will?"

"No."

Tony turned away to look for a switch. "Yeah, that's our boss," he mumbled, hoping to be quiet enough so that Gibbs wouldn't hear him. What he forgot, though, was Gibbs' exceptional hearing.

"I heard that, DiNozzo," he said and continued shifting through piles of trash.

"Sorry, boss."

Suddenly the lights were turned on, illuminating the entire room. Gibbs and Tony both looked around in surprise.

"Good job, DiNozzo," Gibbs praised, sounding pleased.

As much as he would've loved to say it was his accomplishment, he couldn't. "I didn't do it," he said. Then he looked around and discovered they were one short. "Where's Ziva?"

Gibbs glanced around the room too, but the Israeli was gone.

"She was here just a moment ago," Tony contemplated.

"Gibbs," a voice said from the doorway, making them all jump in surprise. Well, Tony at least. He was sure Gibbs jumped too, just not visibly. Maybe his heart jumped a little in his chest. Not a mile, as the saying was, but maybe a foot?

They turned their eyes to the doorway and saw Ziva standing there, holding up an evidence bag containing a bloody knife.

"Good job," Gibbs said and this time he really meant that. "Our work here is done."

"Yes, yes." Tony sounded a little bit too happy of getting out of there. "Thank you, boss," he said as Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head.

"Where did you find it?" Tony asked his partner quietly when they made their way back upstairs.

Ziva turned to look at him for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. "It was in the basement sink."

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