Ziva looked up from her desk at Tony DiNozzo. It was early Sunday morning and Gibbs had woken them up to investigate the death of a Petty Officer found dead on a boat deck. Ducky was performing the autopsy and Abby was sitting cross-legged on McGee's desk wearing a skirt. Ziva could see that DiNozzo was trying extremely hard not to jump up and cram his head up there for a look. She smirked.

Somehow Tony saw. "What, Ziva?" he challenged her through a mouthful of chocolate donut.

"I am amused by your attempts at restraining yourself from snatching the front row seat to Abby's peep toe."

"I believe the word is show, Ziva. Peep show." Abby said, grinning widely. "See something you like, McGee?"

"Yeah, McGeek, see something you like?" Tony taunted.

Ziva caught sight of Gibbs walking up behind Tony, but he obviously had no idea. He continued: "Here's a little lesson about the birds and the bees, Probie-wan-Kenobi. When a man becomes happy with what he sees, a little something happens down below—"

He was cut short by a smack to the back of his head by none other than Gibbs. "Keep it in your pants, DiNozzo," he quipped, walking by with his usual coffee.

"Sorry, Boss," Tony muttered.

"Don't apologize, it's a—"

"Sign of weakness!" Abby shouted excitedly. Gibbs smiled slightly.

McGee spoke up. "Uh, Petty Officer Pamela Tills was thirty-four and married to an accountant named Ian Caddy. They were going through a nasty divorce and they failed to sign a prenup. She was due to get $80,000 of the $100,000 they had together."

"So he had motive," Ziva said. "Criminal history?"

"One DUI in November of 2000," McGee answered.

"Hardcore," Tony sniped.

"Clever, Tony." Ziva shot back.

"Hey!" Gibbs barked. "Save it! I'm going down to Autopsy. Don't blow up the place."

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"Whaddya got, Duck?" Gibbs asked the second the doors swished open.

"Ah, Jethro, right on time." Ducky exclaimed. "Our Petty Officer died of a single gunshot wound right to the heart. Through the right ventricle, to be exact. There was no exit wound."

"There was something solid behind her," Gibbs finished.

"Precisely. Which means she could have been lying down sleeping, or she had been backed against a wall. She was shot at close range, almost as if the gun was pressed right against her skin."

"Why would she allow someone to put the gun right over her heart?"

"Like I said, Jethro, she could have been asleep, unconscious…maybe drugged. She died from blood loss, but there was no blood on the boat deck. She'd obviously been moved."

"Any fingerprints? Anything with DNA?" Gibbs pressed.

"Yes, one unidentified partial handprint on her upper right arm. Someone was holding her tightly before she died; there's a nasty contusion there. There is blood on her knuckles, not her own." Ducky answered.

"She was fighting her attacker." It wasn't a question.

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Gibbs strode into the room and immediately threw the keys to Ziva.

"Tony, Ziva, you're with me. We're going to Tills' house. McGee, check with Abby and help her if she needs it. Make yourself useful."

"She's right here—" McGee started. "Hey, where did she go?"

Gibbs grinned, a rare occurrence. "The lab, McGee, the lab!" he shouted over his shoulder as they headed to the elevator.

"Hey Boss, what did Ducky find?" Tony asked once they were inside the elevator. Gibbs downed his coffee before answering. "Our Petty Officer died from blood loss from a direct shot to the heart; close range. Significant bruising on her upper right arm, Ducky found a partial handprint there. Found foreign blood on her knuckles; she was fighting her attacker. Sent both to Abby along with tissue samples."

"How close?" Tony asked. Gibbs slowly turned around and pressed his gun against Tony's chest. "Gun to flesh," he answered. He pulled the trigger and Tony hit the floor. It clicked.

"It was empty, Tony!" Ziva exclaimed, choking back laughter.

"Shut up."

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Gibbs banged on the front door. "Federal agents!" There was no answer. He tried the door. Locked.

"Ziva, around back. DiNozzo, check the windows."

"On it, Boss," Tony replied. Ziva left soundlessly. Gibbs kicked the door open. No one was there. No sound. "Clear!" he called.

Ziva picked the lock on the back door and slipped in. There was blood everywhere—splattered on the walls, soaked in the couch, dripping off the table. The lampshade was a deep shade of ruby and the floor squished when she walked. "Gibbs!" she shouted. "Boston, we have a problem."

Tony walked in. "I believe the phrase is 'Houston, we have a problem.'"

"Thanks, Tony," she said sarcastically.

"Happy to do it," he replied.

Both looked up at the sound of squelching boots. Gibbs was staring at the carpet.

"I don't think she was the only one killed here," Ziva stated.

"Ducky, we need you here," Gibbs said.

"Who is he talking—" Tony started. Gibbs already had his phone to his ear. "Damn, he's fast at that,"

Gibbs clapped the phone shut. "Hey! What are you two doing, standing around yakking it up? Photographs, fingerprints, anything!"

"Sorry, Boss,"

"DiNozzo! What do I always say?"

Smack.

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The team was silent as they drove back to NCIS headquarters.

"Gibbs, Director Shepard wants you in MTAC," McGee informed him. Gibbs nodded and turned up the stairs.

"Wow, Tony, what'd you do, kill someone?" McGee asked, seeing Tony.

"He fell on the ground." Ziva supplied. "More than one person was killed in Tills' home and the whole back room was soaked in blood. The carpet literally squished when I walked in."

McGee shuddered. "Squeamish, McGoo?" Tony taunted. He dragged his hand over his once-green shirt and placed a handprint McGee's computer screen. "Hey!" McGee protested.

"Hi guys!" Abby flounced in. Tony gaped. "New tattoo, Abs?" She had a tiny little skull & crossbones on her right eyelid. Ziva hurried up to her and pushed her lid down to examine it. "Wow, very precise," she complimented.

"May I open my eye now?" Abby asked.

"Oh, yes." Ziva said and took her hand away. "When did you have it…ah, added? I don't recall it being here this morning."

"Yeah, I had it done after you three left. McGee took care of the computer work on the Petty Officer's laptop."

"Kate had a tattoo," Tony grumbled. "I still don't know where it was."

"I dooooooooooooo!" Abby sang.

Ziva smiled. "Even I do, Tony."

Tony gaped. "How does she know?! Kate was already dead by the time she came!"

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The elevator dinged and Ziva stepped in. She was headed down to Autopsy per Gibbs' request. She was startled when the elevator dinged again and Tony entered.

"Ziva," he said by way of greeting.

She nodded.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

All of a sudden the elevator jerked and Ziva was thrown against Tony. He caught her in his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem," Tony answered. He didn't let go, and she made a move to right herself. He held her tighter. "Wha—" she started but was silenced by an unexpected kiss from Tony. At first she stiffened but then she relaxed and tentatively put her arms around his waist.

They didn't hear the elevator ding and when the doors opened, they noticed that they'd stopped moving. Tony broke away and looked to his left. His eyes widened.

"What are you DOING?" Gibbs roared.

Ziva swallowed. She straightened up and turned around. "The elevator jerked, I fell into Tony, he caught me. End of book."

Tony hid a smile. "WHAT are you smiling at, DiNozzo?" Gibbs demanded.

"Ahem…nothing, Boss. Nothing at all."

Ziva was behind Gibbs, laughing silently. Tony glared.

The doors to Autopsy whispered open. "What's the commotion?" Ducky asked.

Tony opened his mouth to explain, but Gibbs smacked him. "One word, DiNozzo, and I will have both of your tongues cut out."

Ziva saw Tony relax. She realized she'd been clenching her fists. There were little half-moons of blood on her palms.

She looked up at Tony. She could hear Gibbs storming into Autopsy behind her. "Abby's results came back but you'll need to check with her anyway…" Ducky's voice floated farther into the room until it became unintelligible.

Ziva gave Tony a withering look and turned around. She flounced into Autopsy, but ran her fingers through her hair and let her hand come to rest on her hip.

Tony had to cross his feet to keep from running after her and sweeping her up into his arms.