Author's note - sorry this has taken so long, such a busy week! I mean, who gives a class an eight page science booklet as revision? Anyway, please review! Enjoy!
"Abs you can't say two people were best friends because they went to the same school."
"You can if you look at their yearbook." Abby took the yearbook off the table and showed Gibbs. They had found the yearbook in Bethany's arms at the scene. The page showed the vic and Sarah Young with their arms round each other, the caption naming them 'Most Likely to Stay Friends'. "See Gibbs! Look!"
"Ok McGee, come with me to talk to Ms Young. Abby, good work!"
Tony and Ziva approached Bethany Roberts' house. It was fairly big with an expensive car outside. "Wonder how they can afford that!" Tony said, pointing to the car. "I mean it's a Chevrolet!"
"Come off it Tony! You will never afford a Chevrolet on your pay!"
"What happened to us?"
"When it comes to stupid things like cars then you are on your own, but when it is big, important things like houses or holidays then we are together."
"Oh so we can go to Spain together but we cannot get a Chevrolet?"
"Tony we could not afford a fancy car! End of conversation!" Tony muttered something under his breath but didn't push it. They found a spare key under the mat and let themselves in. The room was tidy and everything had a place. It was so neat that Tony let out a gasp causing laughter from Ziva.
"Never seen anywhere so clean my little hairy butt?"
"It's so...so organized and spotless! It's unnatural!"
"What are you trying to say about our place?"
"Oh so now it's our place!"
"We both live there Tony. Stop being a child!"
"Ok mother!"
"Tony." her voice was a warning. "Remember I always carry a paperclip in my bag, and a knife in my belt."
"Why is your knife in your belt?"
"In case I need to kill my boyfriend." she didn't leave him time to answer before putting her gloves on and walking into the kitchen.
The kitchen was as big as you would expect in a house of that size. There was a granite topped breakfast bar with matching counters. A big steel fridge stood in the corner of the room, looming over the other kitchen gadgets. The theme of the room was black and silver and completely contrasted with the living room next door. The living room was themed with warmer colours. The walls were an orangey-cream and the furniture was red. The whole room looked homely and welcoming, partly due to the various candles on the tables. None of the candles were on but the room still smelt of the jasmine and Ziva felt blissful as soon as she entered. She was brought back to reality by the familiar voice of Tony. "Zi, you might want to look at this!" he shouted from what Ziva had guessed was the study. She made her way over to where Tony was.
"What is it babe?"
"Look at the screen."
"It's Bethany, with the men she murdered!" The picture was set as the wallpaper on the computer.
"Exactly and I bet if we go through her pictures there will be more of them together!"
They looked through the pictures and, sure enough, they were mainly of Bethany and the four men.
"She was in love with them!" said Ziva after looking at the photos.
"More like obsessed!" Ziva ignored this last comment and moved on to the bedroom.
The bedroom was big with a double bed in the centre of the room. Again the walls were cream with a carpet to match. The bedspread was a sage green to match the chest of drawers in the corner. There was a dressing table by the mirror which was topped with all sorts of make up and perfume. There was no windows in the room which was odd. Ziva noticed a bump under the duvet and went to look. She pulled back the sheets to find a suitcase. It was a regular sized brown case with black straps and a metal catch. She opened it. Inside was a bloody knife, some locks of hair and another box. She opened the other box. "Tony!"
"Ziva!" he came rushing into the room. "Are you in trouble sweet cheeks?"
"We both are." she pointed to the box which had a series of wires in it, all attached to a small brown package.
"Is that-"
"Yes it is a bomb Tony and, if I remember correctly, the package contains a small amount of a highly dangerous explosive."
"How do you know that?"
"Mossad taught me a lot about bombs."
"So can you disable it?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
Ziva tried the door, which they had shut behind them, to see if it had locked. It had. They were trapped in a room with a bomb and no way out. Tony decided to look through the suitcase and bag and tag while Ziva attempted to disable the bomb. After five minutes Ziva gave a start. A red countdown clock had appeared next to the wires. They had less than half an hour left. Ziva swore under her breath as Tony held her close to him. She wasn't going to give up. If she was going to die then she would die trying. At least I will die with Tony she thought. She fumbled with the wires, glancing at the clock every couple of minutes. The time went by quickly. 20 minutes then 15 then 10 and now 5. She didn't want to alert Tony to how stressed she was so she took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. 3 minutes. Ziva thought back to her days at Mossad and laughed. I can't even remember how to disable a bomb! No wonder my father hated me. She shook her head and tried to push those thoughts out of her mind. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of Eli. 1 minute. She was no closer to saving them but pressured on. She wouldn't let Tony die at her hand. 30 seconds. Still her mind was clear and she showed no signs of panic. Tony glanced at the timer. 5 seconds. Without thinking he grabbed Ziva's waist and attempted to drag her down to the floor. He was too late. He reached her just as the bomb went off. BOOM! He was deafened by the noise. The last thing he remembered was his arms around Ziva as they lay on the floor. Then everything went black and the world faded away.