Title: Twisted

Chapter: 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from the show, they belong to the writers of NCIS.

Author's note: Aw.... Thanks for your reviews, I loved all the feedback. :D (I'm glad that you guys like this idea and that you've even noticed the small details that have changed in the characters, like the use contractions. Lol, I'm trying to think of even the small things like that, since I often find the details can really make something great, but feel free to tell me if I miss something.) Also, I was repeatedly encouraged to write that sequel to A Walk To Remember as soon as I have time, so that's just what I plan to do. :D

I should also probably mention that some people were concerned with Ziva being "easy" and don't worry. I didn't want that either so I changed it a little bit so that she's a flirt and a tease, but doesn't actually accept many invitations to dates. (I'm going to mention that in the next chapter of this story). Just thought I'd mention that, because I totally agree with you. I didn't want to have Ziva like that so I altered a few things, but I think that having her a flirt has the same effect on Tony, but reflects better off of her. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

"TONY!" Ziva cried out in horror, she closed her eyes as the Mossad officer swerved into the other lane, just avoiding a collision with a red mini-van.

Tony chuckled at Ziva before glancing over at his new partner, "Don't be a pimp. My driving is not that bad."

"Yes it is!" Ziva shouted before looking at Tony in confusion, "Wait a minute… pimp?"

Ziva began to chuckle as she realized Tony's mistake, "I believe you mean 'wimp.'"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Whatever. English is not my first language."

Ziva ignored him and simply sighed in relief as the car pulled to a stop. She quickly opened the door and jumped out. "I survived!"

Tony chuckled again and Ziva glared at him, she would love that chuckle at any other time, but now it simply sounded evil.

Tony grinned at her and Ziva couldn't help but smile back. Again, she found herself appreciating how handsome the man was.

"See something you like?" Tony questioned and Ziva blushed. However, instead of looking away like most women would do, she flashed Tony a playful smile and leaned in so that their faces were less than an inch apart.

Tony's breath hitched and Ziva's smile widened at the small victory. Tony recovered quickly, however, and leaned in even closer so that they were almost touching. Ziva's eyes dropped to look at his lips, which twisted upwards in a smirk, "Something I can help you with, Zee-vah?"

His breath was warm on her face and Ziva couldn't help but shiver as he dragged out her name. Still, she recovered quickly and pulled back when Gibbs' car approached. McGee stepped out of the government-issued Challenger and looked at Tony and Ziva in amazement, "You drove faster than Gibbs?!"

Ziva glared at Tony who simply smirked. She then turned to look at Tim with an unimpressed look on her face, "Yes McGee. We did. It seems that Tony here has a death wish!"

Tony simply smirked. "In Mossad, fast driving like mine has saved many lives."

"How many has it taken?" Ziva mumbled under her breath and Tony rolled his eyes.

"If you all want to chit-chat why don't you do it in the unemployment line!" Gibbs barked in order to get the teams' attention. "McGee, shoot and sketch. David, talk to the neighbours. DiNozzo…"

Gibbs looked around for a moment then sighed, "Go with David."

All three agents silently went to do as told. Tony and Ziva began walking to the first house while McGee took pictures of the crime scene. Ziva took in her surroundings as she knocked on the door and waited for the house's owners to answer.

David Brown lived in a typical middle-class neighbourhood… not the most common place for such a brutal murder. The petty officer had been stabbed twenty-three times before his killer finally fled the scene of the crime.

"Hello?" Ziva looked up to see a tall, muscular man with tanned skin and dark brown hair open the door. He took an appreciative look at Ziva before questioning, "Can I help you?"

Ziva smiled back flirtatiously and Tony rolled his eyes before stepping forward so that he was partially blocking the man's view of Ziva. "We're with NCIS. Do you mind answering a few questions?"

"NCIS?" The man questioned and Ziva stepped around Tony.

"It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service. My partner and I here," Ziva said while motioning to Tony, "Would really appreciate it if you answer a few questions."

"No problem." The man smiled at Ziva before stepping back and opening the door to allow them entrance. Ziva brushed past him with a smile.

"Is your wife home?" She asked not-so-subtly and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I'm not married." The man answered with a smile that Ziva happily returned. Tony couldn't help but feel his anger rise a little bit.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and both Ziva and the man looked at him in surprise, they'd forgotten he was there. "If you could answer some questions?"

"Oh." The man smiled at Tony, then looked at Ziva and subtly checked her out, making Tony's blood boil for a reason he couldn't explain.

I just met this woman. Why am I so possessive of her? He questioned himself, then softly shook his head. Not possessive. Protective. I am simply trying to watch out for my partner.

"Tony!" Ziva snapped her fingers in front of Tony's face, forcing the Mossad officer out of his thoughts. "The man has offered us a seat, now come on!"

Tony nodded before following Ziva into the living room where she, much to Tony's dismay, sat next to the man on the couch. Tony sighed and sat down in a lounge chair before leaning forward.

"What can you tell us about David Brown, Mr…."

"Harver. John Harver." The man paused for a moment and looked at Tony suspiciously, "Why? What's wrong?"

Tony looked at Ziva, who nodded, before turning to look at John. "Mr. Brown was found dead in his bedroom this morning. He was murdered."

"David?" John asked in shock, "But… who would want to kill him?"

"That's what we were about to ask you." Ziva spoke up, then began to take control of the investigation, "Did Mr. Brown have any enemies?"

"Dave?" John asked once in disbelief, he thought for a moment before shaking his head, "No. Dave got along well with everyone. I couldn't think of any reason why someone would want to hurt him, never mind kill him."

Ziva nodded slowly, taking notes as she questioned, "Has he been acting oddly at all lately, or have you noticed anything suspicious?"

Once again John shook his head, "No. I mean… Everything seemed normal. He didn't say that anything was wrong."

"And—" Ziva was cut off by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She looked at the caller ID. Gibbs.

"Excuse me." Ziva offered and John smiled no problem. He watched Ziva walk out of the room, completely oblivious to the glare being sent his way by Tony.

"So," John began as he turned to look at Tony, "What's it like working with her?"

"Ziva?" Tony questioned as if he didn't know what the man was talking about, "It is fine I guess, although it does get annoying when she constantly talks about her fiancé."

"She's getting married?" The man asked, his smile faltered when Tony nodded.

"Yes. To some Richard, that's probably him on the phone right now."

"Oh." John didn't do a very good job at hiding the disappointment on his face. When Ziva walked back in the room, he flashed her a weak smile.

Ziva smiled back, "I am sorry John, but Officer DiNozzo and I must go. Would it be alright if we got a number to contact you by in case we have any more questions?"

"Oh." John pulled a pen out from his pocket and grabbed a pad from the table next to him. He wrote his phone number down before turning to Tony and handing it to him. "That's fine. Anything that would help."

"Thank you sir." Tony smiled, pleased with himself for fooling the man, before standing up and following Ziva out of the house. "What did Gibbs have to say?"

Ziva didn't even bother to ask how Tony knew it was Gibbs who called, she simply answered his question. "He said that drugs were found in Mr. Brown's dresser. It's most likely heroin but Abby will confirm that for us. Still, if this guy was taking drugs than we have a fresh bunch of suspects."

Tony nodded. He walked next to Ziva as they approached Gibbs and McGee, who were just putting the evidence into the car. Gibbs turned to look at them, "What did you learn?"

Ziva sighed and shook her head, "Not much Gibbs. Just that Brown was well-liked by everyone."

"Not everyone." McGee stated as he walked up to the group, "He was stabbed twenty-three times. That's overkill, meaning that whoever killed Brown knew him. This was personal."

"Okay, back to headquarters. DiNozzo and David find out everything you can about David Brown. Personal, professional, whatever. McGee, bring the evidence to Abby, then take a look at Brown's bank records. See how he was doing financially, if he owned any outstanding debts that didn't look like they were going to be paid any time soon."

Gibbs get in the driver's side of one of the chargers, "McGee you're with me. DiNozzo and David in the other car." He paused a minute before adding, "Ziva's driving!"

~~~NCIS~~~

"I got something!" McGee announced as he stood up and walked around his desk so that he was standing in front of the big-screen TV. Everyone else followed suit and Tim waited until everyone could see the screen before pulling up David Brown's bank records.

"It seems that our petty officer has been losing cash fast over the past few months. All withdrawals have been made in cash, and were large but just under the amount that would tip off the computers that something may be wrong. Judging by the drugs we found in Brown's dresser, which Abby identified as cocaine, it's not hard to imagine where that money was going to."

"Who's his supplier?" Gibbs asked and McGee pulled up another image.

"This is Richard Jones, a known supplier. His customers know him only as 'Rick.' He was a suspect in the murder of Mark Owens after the man was unable to repay his drug debt, but the police weren't able to hold anything against him."

McGee took a deep breath before finishing, "Jones deals in downtown DC, but the police are never able to bring him down… So far someone else has taken the fall for him whenever they've tried."

Gibbs looked around at each of his agents. "If Jones is responsible for this murder, we're not going to let him walk away a free man. I want him on tape selling drugs and confessing to the murder of David Brown." Gibbs sighed, "DiNozzo, David. You're on first for stakeout duty."

Okay... so again, this chapter is still setting up the rest of the story, but I did manage to put a little bit of Tiva interaction with Tony's jealousy over the neighbour hitting on Ziva. Anyways... Tony and Ziva are going to be on stakeout together. :) Which I see as the perfect opportunity for them to bond. :D Thanks for reading and let me know how I'm doing!