"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Not now, Probie." Tony yanked on the door handle and almost fell from the car. "We survived." He shot an evil glare across the roof of the car at the calm, unruffled MOSSAD Agent exiting the driver's door. "No thanks to Ben-Gidon over there."
Malachi smiled, totally unperturbed by Tony's glare. "We are here, and it was quick."
"There's quick... and there's... who in hell taught you to drive anyway." Tony headed towards the house. "On second thoughts... don't answer that... you and Ziva being cousins, I can guess."
Malachi shrugged, still smirking. Earning him more glares from Tony and McGee who was looking distinctly uncomfortable.
Tony turned back "Today, Probies..."
A puzzled frown crossed Malachi's face. "Probies? What is probies?"
"Us, Malachi... us." McGee reached into his bag for his camera.
"The scene, gentlemen. When you're ready." The palm bounced off the back of Tony's head.
"OW..." Tony looked suitably chastened.
"Tony sketches and measurements; McGee and Malachi, photograph everything. You know what to do?" Gibbs turned to the Mossad agent.
"I have seen CSI."
Gibbs slapped a small pile of crime scene identifiers into Malachi's hand, "photos of everything in the kitchen and the two back bedrooms, number them all. Ziva will bag and tag when she's finished with the interview."
Gibbs turned. Even from fifteen feet away, he could read her body language. Mrs Charles Howard was weeping. Ziva was not comfortable with weeping women.
"So where and what do you think it is?" Tony sidled up to McGee.
"Tony, I have no idea."
"A heart on his bicep."
"Unlikely. That's a bit obvious."
"A rose on his ass."
McGee put his head on one side and considered the Israeli, whom he could just see through the doorway. "I don't think he's the rose type. Not flowers... more likely crossed Uzis."
"Are you two still going on about that?"
Tony turned round. "It's need to know..." he said loftily, "and we need to know."
"He's your cousin, Ziva, surely you know?" McGee couldn't help joining in.
"No, I don't..." Ziva smiled with a certain level of satisfaction, "and I am not going to ask... that is between Malachi and Abby."
"Ross has a book going." McGee muttered.
"I know I have twenty dollars on a heart and a rose on his butt."
A palm bounced off the back of Tony's head. "That's not it, sketches?"
"Yes, boss."
Gibbs smiled.
...ooo0ooo...
"You know they are running a book on where and what Malachi's tattoo is."
Abby took the bags from Ziva. "I know. I thought Tony's trick with the coffee mug yesterday was quite inspired."
"Getting Malachi to change his shirt in the office." Ziva nodded. "So...?
"So, it's Malachi's secret." Abby grinned. "And this is too much fun."