Hey Readers,

This is my first ever FanFic for NCIS and I am stoked to finally be writing this! This is placed at current time in Season 9 so it will have spoilers for what has already happened (i.e. Somalia, CI-Ray, the text message CI-Ray got, etc.) I am a huge Tiva fan! However, all that will happen between them is hurt/comfort because this whole CI-Ray and Ziva thing is NOT working out. Therefore, it has to be resolved before Tony and Ziva get together. I will hopefully write a sequel to this that will be Tiva, so stick around. Reviews are greatly appreciated but please be nice, I have no idea what I am doing. :P

Thanks for reading!

~goaliegirlhrc98

Blood is gushing out of her body as she lies on the floor replaying the last sequence of events in her head.

She never saw it coming. She opened the door and there it was. There he was. He had the same smirk on his face that he did when she first met him. Then she thought it was cute, only now does she know that it is a look of pure evil.

It was then that she noticed what was aimed at her chest. She didn't even have a chance to grab her weapon when bang. She was too late.

It took her a second to realize what had just happened. After the initial shock was over, questions ran through her mind. How did I not know he would show up? Why did I not check the peep-hole? How could I be so stupid? She could hear sirens in the background by now. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was: they will not find him.

Two days earlier…

"This is not happening." She said as she quickly walked into the bullpen looking down at her smart phone.

"Me beating both you and McGee to work. I know. I was shocked too." Tony smirked but it turned into a frown when he didn't get a reply. Ziva hadn't even registered Tony. She started typing away at her keyboard faster than she ever had before. Tony noticed her odd behavior. He knew Ziva only truly missed his comments when she was worried about something, other times she was intentionally ignoring him. He could always tell the difference. He stood from his chair and walked over to her desk.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a little..." He paused to think of a good word to use when Ziva interrupted.

"What?" She stopped typing and looked into his eyes.

"Off." He said seeing right through her and noticing how nervous she really was.

Realizing her wall was crumbling with every second their eyes were locked, Ziva looked down and noticed his wardrobe choices. He was wearing black dress pants, a blue blazer, a red and yellow striped shirt, and a green and purple striped tie.

"Says the man who couldn't decide what color to wear so he wore them all. I really do not think you should be calling me 'off'." She looked back down at her computer and started typing.

"Hey! I thought I would change it up a little today! At least I can keep you entertained." Tony smirked.

"Where is McGee?" Ziva looked over at the younger agent's desk.

"He called and said he was running late and would bring coffee. Now stop changing the subject! What's wrong?"

She looked him in the eye and decided not to try and hide what was going on. He would probably find out eventually. "After I came back from Somalia, I put all my Mossad files into a folder on my computer and all my NCIS files into a different file. I did not want the two to be the same so I separed them. Now these files had all of the cases and missions that I was ever a part of, and you can imagine some of those things were very top secret. All my status reports, all my documents about being a Mossad operative and an NCIS agent, everything, Tony."

"Okay so what is the problem?" Tony managed to ask, still shocked that Ziva mentioned Somalia in the first place. He walked around her desk and sat in front of her computer.

"The problem is that I had McGee put a guard system and an alarm on my computer so I would know if someone had accessed those files. I just received that alarm. Someone has been looking through those files and they know everything that I know about Mossad and NCIS."

"Do you know who?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I thought that since it has been over a year since I gained my citizenship and became an official agent, I would not have a problem like this. But now that I do, I do not have a clue how to find this person, what they want, and how to stop them."

"It'll be okay, Zi." Tony said as he put his hand on her arm. "The team can help you with all of that."

"No Tony. I do not want to tell the whole team, especially not Gibbs. They will worry too much."

"Then you should at least let McGee and me help you."

"Help you with what?" McGee said hearing the end of their conversation as he walked into the squad room handing everyone their coffee.

"…a way to do their work without being told." Gibbs said walking in right after McGee. With that everyone got to their desks and began their work.

"No case?" Tony said.

"Did I say there was a case, DiNozzo?"

"No, boss. You didn't."

"So get back to your paperwork." DiNozzo nodded and started typing on his computer.

Ziva wasn't surprised when an instant message popped up on her screen. It was from McGee. What can I help you with? Ziva replied saying: I'll tell you after work when Gibbs leaves. McGee looked up at Ziva and nodded.

13 long hours of paperwork later, the team hadn't gotten a case so Gibbs sent everyone home. For once, he was the first to leave, followed by Abby, Ducky, and Palmer. That left Ziva, Tony, and McGee, who had NCIS to themselves. McGee and Tony stood up from their chairs and walked over to Ziva's desk who was staring at them.

"McGee, remember the alarm you setup on my computer for those files?"

"Yeah, is that what this is about?"

Ziva nodded. "The alarm went off this morning. Can you find out who accessed my files?"

McGee walked around her desk and Ziva got up so he could sit in her chair. With her arms crossed, she leaned against Gibbs desk. That way she would have a good view of what McGee was doing, not that she understood any of it. She looked at the ground and got lost in her own thoughts. She didn't notice Tony next to her and when he put his hand on her shoulder, she flinched.

"Sorry," he said as he took his hand away. "You alright?"

She nodded, looking him in the eye. She looked back at McGee at the sound of her name.

"Ziva, I ran a trace through the guard system and the person who looked through your files couldn't be found. He is too good."

"Well can you trace the location?" Tony was the first to ask questions.

McGee never stopped typing and said "No, well, maybe. If I couldn't find the person then I mostly likely won't be able to find-" McGee was interrupted by a ding on the computer. "Wait a second."

"What is it?" Ziva spoke up this time.

"The location should be popping up any second." Tony and Ziva both made their way to stand around McGee. Ding.

"Oh my-" Tony was interrupted by Ziva.

"McGee, is this correct?"

"Yeah, it is."

Ziva shook her head and looked at the screen on more time to make sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her. Unfortunately, the screen read the same: Mossad Headquarters. Tel Aviv, Israel.