HOLY CRAP CHAPTER 2!!!!!!!!!!! after so long!!!! its kind of random... but it has some REALLY BIG PARTS! but you'll have to figure out what they are. if or if not you were wondering, im very hyper right now... so yeah... this is really rushed... it only took me an hour to write it, usually i take forever, though i have horrible grammar and only capitalize some sentences xD enjoy chapter 2!!!! I'd like to give a big thanks to Alykinz(Echo-Chan1223)letting me use the name Dylan Jordan in my story, for reviewing chapter 1, and not killing me yet. i also want to thank the other Chapter 1 reviewer BabyBoomBoom0029.. i love reviews so you guys made me REALLY happy~~

DISCLAIMER: i DO NOT own NCIS... and i dont really wish i did because i love the way it is already~

Death of The Arbitrary
Chapter 2: Stabbed to Death

"Come on Tony! Would you just wake up already?" Zivad David continued muttering under her breath as she sat outside Mr. Jordan's room. As usual Tony was late. His shift had started half an hour ago. Sure Mr. Jordan was alseep but did it really hurt for Tony to be on time for once?

Groaning, Ziva sat up straighter and stretched her arms. They had grown stiff sitting in the same spot for over an hour. Protecting Mr. Jordan was quite an easy job. all he did was lay in his bed all day talking about the queerest things. However, when Ziva first arrived she had recieved quite a shock.

FlashBack

Dylan Jordan was hanging half out the window waving at something in the distance. Trying to keep her cool, Ziva ran over and yanked Dylan back through the window. He had merely stared at her and tilted his head. Ziva walked over to the window and shut it securely, locking it in the process. she walked back over to Dylan, held his hand, and tried to read his shifting facial features. "Are you okay Dylan?"

his eyes lit up and he pointed out the window. "Pretty bird go tweet... it waved to me. i see a leprechaun!" Ziva stared at him with horror. Did something happened to his head while it was outside the window? Am i missing some important detail here?

he had smiled contently and gone back to drawing imaginary pictures in the air. Ziva sighed and help the man over to the hospital bed. "you should not be up and about. what would your family think if you had fallen out the window?" the chipper man's face went ashen. his vibrant eyes turned dark. "they wouldn't care. they never care. they would be celebrating." he shook her arm away and scuttled over to the bed. after he layed down he didn't get up again.

End FlashBack

for the past half hour Ziva had been replaying the scene over and over again in her mind. she knew this was a mental hospital... but he was so...deranged. she tapped her fingernail impatiently waiting for Tony. It seemed like he made it his personal business to be late for EVERYTHING. boredom slowly taking over, Ziva glanced up at the clock on the wall. 1:34 a.m.(the time im writing this tee hee hee~) she tapped her fingers harder. the wood of the chair chipped under her long fingernails. she glanced around taking in every little detail.

after a few more minutes she realized that her eyelids were beginning to grow heavy. she fought the feeling of tiredness... she couldnt sleep until Tony came. then a thought came over her. What if he is already here... there was another door to the room. She clenched her fists. if she walked into that room right now and found him there, he was so dead.

she jumped up out of her chair and walked over to the door. she put the handle in a death grip, then pushed it open. what she saw inside was definitely not what she expected. leaning over the still form of Dylan Jordan was a skinny man dressed in a tight fitting black body suit equipped with hollister and black mask. the man stood upright holding a bloody knife in his hands. he turned towards Ziva and she saw and evil smirk playing on his lips. "Shalom" as the strange man ran out the far door Ziva noticed a Star of David around his neck. Shalom... he has just stabbed a man...but it was if he knew me. Pushing her thoughts aside she turned to ask if Mr. Jordan was alright, but the sight that met her eyes made her freeze.

Dylan Jordan lay sprawled across the bed with multiple stab wounds all throughout his body. a knife was prtruding from the spot right above his heart. his eyes were open and staring off into space. she quickly went over and closed his eyes gently, she knew it was against Gibb Rules to touch the body, but she wouldn't help it. she whispered a short Israeli prayer then looked over the rest of his body.

from what she could see there seemed to be about 40 stab wounds... definitely from different knives because the killer had taken one with him. breaking another Gibbs Rule, Ziva grabbed the knife in his heart and pulled it out. she turned her attention back to his face and sighed. she had no idea what the motives for killing this sweet, but deranged man had been, but she felt that he had not deserved to die. she carressed his face lightly, the knife still in her hands.

she looked at the bed, which was stained red around his body. what was strange , however, was that the sheets were perfectly normal. they way they had looked when Mr. Jordan was just laying in the bed. This man did not put up a struggle while he died.

Ziva stood up away from the body and looked down at her shirt. somehow she had managed to get blood on it. i wonder what Tony will think when he comes in... i had better call Gibbs. As she turned back to the door and began to pull out her phone she saw the handle move. "Ah, Tony, perfect timing, i was afriad you would ne-" but it wasnt Tony on the other side of the door, it was a young nurse.

the girl walked in holding a tray of food. she looked up and saw Ziva holding the blood encrusted knife with the red stains on her shirt. she glanced over at the bed and a lound clang filled the room as she dropped the tray. she suddenly started screaming at the top of her lungs, and there was nothing Ziva could do to stop it.

the room was suddenly crowded with nurses and doctors wondering what the commotion was. the young nurse pointed a hesitant finer at Ziva. "P-poor Mr. Jordan was k-killed... by h-her!" Ziva opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. she looked down at the knife in her hand and the blood stains on her clothes. I am... the murderer?

Note Quickly: Ziva's last name is pronounced Duh-Veed for all of you who didnt know... and when i said the Star of David... its not David as in the boys name... a friend was confused so i just though I'd say that... hehe though most of you know anyways~

Sorry i know its a really short chapter but i wanted to leave it at that cliffy there. i know Dylan was only there for a short time... but he will be mentioned all throughout the rest of this fanfic... he's a very important role. i like where this is going, sorry it took so long to update... i apologize too much... OH WELL~ please read and review... tell me what you think i could do to improve... and especially tell me what you dont like! but no flames... i just want to know what you think~

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