Characters: Tony, Ziva, McGee, Jenny, Gibbs, Natzchan


A/N Thank you for reading and reviewing my last chapter! I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!


Bzzzz… Bzzzz…

"Jethro!" Gibbs looked up at Jenny.

"Yes?" He asked, wondering how she had appeared there without him noticing.

"Your phone is ringing. Technically vibrating but I can hear it." Gibbs nodded.

"Okay." He turned back to his desk and carried on staring at the blank screen. 'NCIS' slid across the screen every few seconds.

"Uh, Jethro? Aren't you going to answer the phone?" Jenny asked, looking sceptically at the back of Gibbs' head.

"Yes, sure." Gibbs said dazedly, still staring at the computer screen and still not answering the phone. "Hang on, is that my phone?"

"Yes Gibbs." Jenny nodded and rolled her eyes. She wondered what had got him in such a state. The screen was still blank, apart from NCIS rolling past on the screen every so often.

"Gibbs speaking." Gibbs said, and listened for a while to the voice at the other end. "WHAT?!"

Gibbs dropped his phone, grabbed it, ended the call, grabbed his coat and sprinted out the door. Jenny stared at his quickly retreating back.

"Bye, Jethro." She murmured before leaving his office, completely confused, and closing the door behind her.

Tony, Ziva, and McGee turned their heads to see Gibbs sprinting past towards the elevator. Tony raised his eyebrows, McGee shrugged and Ziva used one of her… famous idioms.

"Where is the candle?" She asked and Tony couldn't help but laugh.

"I have no idea where the candle is, but there must be a fire around here somewhere." Tony smirked and Ziva glared at him.

"Whatever. You think you are so clever." Ziva rolled her eyes and Tony grinned. McGee watched the conversation as if he was at a tennis match. Tony click his fingers and pointed at McGee's computer, still looking at Ziva.

"McGeek?" McGee blinked.

"Yes?"

"Work." Tony ordered him and McGee turned back to his computer. "I would head-slap you but Gibbs might feel left out."

For about half an hour the only sounds were of typing, and the odd phone ringing. Ziva sighed and Tony looked up, sensing something. Ziva's half-smile had converted into a deep frown, and lines had appeared on her forehead. She seemed engrossed in mulling something over in her own head. For once Tony decided not to intrude on her thoughts. He thought back to their eventful morning. Natzchan Shalev… He had a sudden flash of inspiration… Or what he thought was a clever idea and typed in Google "Natz Chan Shallef." He clicked search and waited as it took his computer 0.34 seconds to complete the search.

No documents could be matched to your description.

Tony rolled his eyes and re-thought his idea. He stood up and walked over to McGee. He leant over McGee's shoulder and observed what McGee was doing… A number, a mobile phone number was typed in a search bar at the top of the page. Underneath was a map of DC. On the map was a little circle with a star in it. Tony raised his eyebrows.

"May I ask why you are tracking Gibbs?" Tony asked and McGee jumped at the sound of his voice. He turned around and blinked at Tony.

"Umm…" Tony's eyebrows rose even higher.

"Spit it out McProbie." McGee glared at Tony.

"I was wondering why he rushed out in such a hurry." McGee revealed slowly, waiting for Tony's reaction.

"Good idea. Now I need your help." Now it was McGee's eyebrows heading for the clouds.

"You… want MY help?" Tony nodded as it McGee was a stupid person.

"That is what I said, was it not? McGee blinked stupidly before turning back to his computer.

"What did you want?"

"I just googled a name but it came up with no matches. I need to find out who this guy is. And you need to tell no one about this. Not Ziva. Not Gibbs. Not even Abby. Okay?" Tony hissed and McGee nodded slowly.

"Complete silence on this subject. What do I type?" Tony said the name and McGee typed it in a search engine.

"Huh? I thought it was N-A-T-Z C-H-A-N S-H-A-L-L-E-F." Tony rolled his eyes, realising his mistake. He probably would have come up with results if he had spelt it right. Stupid, annoyingly clever McGeek.

"You would." McGee replied, finally able to get back at Tony for something. Tony narrowed his eyes at McGee who smiled innocently. Tony glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes to go. He glanced back at McGee's computer, which was now covered with a picture and some writing.

Natzchan Shalev, he read.

26/04/1979,

29.

Israel.

Assault. Rape. Murder.

Shalev had been in prison for 15 years, after being imprisoned for multiple assaults and then raping a 13 year old girl and murdering her. Tony grimaced. This man was sick! And Ziva knew him? It was this Shalev man who had done this to her… She had said so herself. Tony glanced again at the picture. You could never see the murderer expression or the rapist expression on a person. It didn't exist. Tony glanced at the man's eyes and quickly turned away. The eyes seemed to follow him back to his seat. He swallowed and carried on typing a report out. Such boring work to do when something so horrific had happened to (his) Ziva.

He glanced again at the clock. Home-time. McGee had already got all his stuff together and was in the motions of turning off all his computer geeky equipment. Tony glanced at Ziva who was sitting staring at her computer. She certainly wasn't getting ready to go home. Tony made his way over to her and sat on the edge of her desk.

"Ziva…?" He whispered and Ziva blinked and looked up.

"Yes?" She said, dazedly.

"Time to go." Tony informed her and Ziva blinked and thought for a moment.

"Go where?" She asked and Tony suppressed a laugh. Laughing would most certainly not help one iota.

"Home. The place where you live. You know the one?" Tony explained and Ziva rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I will stay for a while… I have something to finish off." Tony looked around at everyone else. A lot of people were packing up to leave.

"I'll stay with you." Ziva thought for a moment but there really was no contest.

"You go. I will be fine; I can take care of myself." Tony brushed his fingers along the healed cut along her forehead.

"I'll wait for you here." He offered and Ziva stared at the ground.

"You go, Tony. Do not wait around for me. I might be a long time." She told him, still not looking up. Ziva realized that if she looked up she would probably blurt out something really stupid.

"Fine. I'll go." Tony conceded and made his way to the lift after kissing Ziva swiftly on the lips. Ziva was sad to see him go; she wouldn't have minded him waiting for her, only she wasn't going home. She couldn't! Ziva sat back down in her chair and carried on typing at the keyboard. Like Tony had seen on McGee's screen, there was a tracker program running on Ziva's computer too. The number in the search bar was strange; it was obviously not American. Ziva's eyes hovered on the tracker. He hadn't moved.

Tonight, Ziva would not be going home.


A/N: I hope you liked that! I tried to make a 'Ziva Idiom' of my own but I think it is kinda rubbish, but, hey, whatever! Please review and say what you think of this chapter!!! Love all you Tiva fans out there! And Lizzy + Mr Darcy fans too =D