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"Ahmed," Ziva said out loud to herself. "Be reasonable."

She knew this tactic wouldn't work, but she needed to buy herself more time. She was really mentally scanning her options of escape, but to Ahmed and his men, she was trying to buy her life.

"Ziva," Ahmed replied. "Darling, you wouldn't be pleading." He smiled, apparently enjoying the thought. "You've gone soft."

Ziva decided to go with this role, the Mossad killer gone soft approach.

"Please," she made her eyes go big, and her voice wispy sweet. "I'll give you anything."

Ahmed seemed to consider it for a few moments, and then changed his mind.

"You already had that chance years ago. You knew what I wanted, but you wouldn't bend on the subject," he sighed, leaning towards Ziva and reached his fingers out, brushing the hair from her face. "So now you're just a loose end. I regret it, but it was your own choice."

Ziva could see that they were getting onto shaking ground, so she decided to change the subject.

"You're supposed to be dead." Ziva had been meeting quite a few dead people lately it seemed. Ahmed was another one to the list.

"I know. I took on a dangerous mission, but I discovered the truth."

"What truth?" Ziva had to make him take his time. She was backed into a corner. She needed a way to move around him; right now she was too close for comfort. The Mossad Assassin slowly stood up, leaning onto the boxes she was hiding behind. The only good thing about working missions in the past with a now present enemy, you knew his weak spots. "What mission?"

"You know quite well!" Ahmed said angrily. "It was your fault!"

"My fault?"

"It was you and your brother," he vented. "He was taking on the mission to kill an important American assassin who was here to kill your father."

Ziva knew this story well. She was never told that Ahmed took on the mission afterward, but she knew it ended messily.

"Familiar?" he yelled. " I thought so!"

He lifted he gun, and pointed it back at Ziva's head.

"That was you?" Ziva said, faking shock. She skirted around him, hiding her gun. "I didn't know."

"You didn't know?" he said, not realizing she was moving around him. "You didn't know…" he scoffed at her words. "Don't lie to me!"

"Maybe you'll never know."

Ziva grabbed his gun, and punched him straight in the stomach- knocking the wind out of him. She didn't give him time to fight back, promptly hitting the pressure point on the back of his neck. She kneeled and pointed her gun to his head, but before she could pull the trigger a bullet promptly whizzed past her head.

"Stop right there!" one of Ahmed's men yelled. More bullets showered around Ziva, causing her to prevent herself from her stalker. She took a deep breath while she stood, and started to run. She moved past three rows of crates before the men realized she was running.

There were two more rows until she reached the entrance. Her breath was heavy and ragged, her footsteps hard on the concrete.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" one of Ahmed's men yelled at her, shooting a particularly close bullet to Ziva's head.

She was almost there. She reached the door, the grey metal dull in the light. She rapped her right hand around the doorknob trying to turn it. It stuck. She tried a second time, and then tried turning it the other way. The door was locked.

Ziva looked back, the men were gaining fast. She didn't have much time.

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Adien walked over to their group, taking long, yet slouching strides. He had pale skin, black hair, and was dressed in the NCIS hat, jacket, and pants. Even with the job outfit- you could tell he wasn't a normal agent. There was the hint of a tattoo poking out of his neckline, and his nose boasted a small, black stud.

"That's Adien?" McGee managed to say.

Adien arrived at their group uncertainly, his back stud catching the light.

"Agent Gibbs?" he questioned the group.

"Yes?" Gibbs replied, annoyed.

"I'm the new addition to your team."

Gibbs didn't speak, waiting for Adien to say something important.

"Adien Harlem," he said after the silence. "You were expecting me?"

Gibbs turned around and began to walk away towards his car. He was totally ignoring the Probie, which was his normal way of greeting the Probies.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs called over his shoulder. "Get Probie to the crime scene!"

"Right away, Boss!" Tony called back. He turned to Adien, his face still echoed of his thoughts of Adien's looks. "Let's go."

Tony walked over to his car, opening the door and sitting down into the driver's seat. Adien opened the other door, sitting down next to Tony. Not one to sit in silence, Adien had many questions for Tony as he drove to the crime scene.

"So is Gibbs always like this?" Adien's voice wasn't too low or too high, more in the middle. He breathed loudly, in a very annoying way.

Tony answered in silence.

"Who are you?"

Tony, again, ignored the question. He looked over to Adien, glaring at him to stop breathing so loudly.

"You at NCIS don't talk much, do you?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"No," Tony finally responded. "We're all mute."

This sarcasm shut Adien up for the rest of the ride. After ten more minutes of quiet, Adien had decided to breath more quietly, they arrived at their destination. Tony gazed through the window, looking out at the area surrounded in yellow tape.

It was a neighborhood, full of green grass and small garden gnomes sitting inside of small front- yard gardens. For sale signs littered the front of almost every lawn, and standing behind the yellow crime scene tape was a tall, skinny woman in a pale pink suit with matching A-line skirt. She was most likely a real estate agent, and Tony instantly noticed that she was very attractive. He stared at her for a few seconds, noting her low neckline on her shirt and long, blonde waves.

"Now," Tony grinned, turning to Adien. "Watch and learn Probie."

Tony opened the door of the car, his face beaming with self-confidence. He strode confidently over to the dead marine, grabbing his badge and holding in his right hand. He flashed his badge at a group of police agents standing on the side keeping the crowd of concerned citizens at bay, and ducked under the yellow tape.

Gibbs was there to meet him with a frown. In typical Gibbs fashion, he shoved a camera into Tony's hand with force only he could get away with.

"DiNozzo-" Gibbs began in commandment, but was cut off.

"Yeah," Tony said, almost annoyed. "I know, Boss."

Tony then remembered Probee, remembering that he didn't know where he was. He turned around, and was delighted to see Adien misfortunately fumbling around in his pockets to find is badge. Tony knew where it was; of course, he had caused him to drop it in the car right when Adien had gotten in. A nice beginning to the case, in Tony's eyes at least.

Knowing that Probie was comfortably in an amount of trouble, Tony began to survey his surroundings closely for the first time. He was in the front yard of a large, yellow house, surrounded by a freshly cut lawn of grass. In typical suburb trend, everything was vividly colored and perfectly cut out in a clean fashion. It was almost all too perfect.

The Marine's body was splayed out in the front yard, his head resting rather close to a statue of a half-naked fairy. Purple flowers surrounded the Marine, and seeing the body made half a dozen ironic phrases and movie lines popped into Tony's head.

Grabbing a pencil out of his pocket, Tony sketched out the crime scene. Grabbing the camera slung around his neck, Tony snapped a few photos, checking the corpse's pockets for a wallet or photo ID. Not finding one, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course, it had to be difficult. Fate just couldn't have it any other way. Since there was no photo ID, Tony snapped a few extra photos of the Marine's face, just so Abby could get a quicker identity on the body.

Tony walked around, taking pictures of the surrounding houses and the rest of the crime scene. He used the camera's zoom, focusing in on the real estate woman in the low cut shirt, taking a few pictures that he would download and the delete before McGee got the film.

"Tony!" McGee's voice filled Tony's ear as he took another picture of the real estate agent. "I know what your doing."

Tony rolled his eyes; this was typical McGeek going after his fun

"It's not a crime to take pictures, McGeek."

"If Gibbs only knew that you were-" McGee's voice was cut off as he felt a hand hitting the back of his heads, accompanied by the twin smack of another hand hitting Tony's head at the same time.

"If I knew what, McGee?" Gibbs voice said from behind Tony and McGee's back.

"Umm," McGee stuttered. "If you knew that Tony was…" McGee racked his mind, searching for an excuse. "That Tony was not working."

"And now you're not either," Tony pointed out. Seeing the annoyed look on Gibbs face, Tony decided that he should probably not have said that. "And so now we'll go do what we need to do, Boss," Tony added. "Got it."

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Ziva reached into her pocket, pulling out a pair of tweezers. She stuck it in the lock, and fiddled around for about twenty seconds before it opened up with a faint click. Picking the lock took a bit to long than Ziva could afford, but it had to be done.

Pulling open the door, Ziva started to run. She turned around, her gun in hand; ready to shoot at the men if they were too close.

She didn't even have time to shoot.

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