"Great, there's Gibbs, there's Gibbs. He looks pissed, Ziva." Tony said, fretting as he watched his boss and the Director storm down the stairs, Gibbs face turned down into a horrible frown, "I don't know whether or not to run for my life. What should I do?"

"Take the heat." Ziva said, simply, before walking towards the crime scene tape and ducking up it. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder, and she gaped at them.

"This is a secured area, ma'am, I'm afraid you're going to have to remove yourself from the premises until further notice." She carefully plucked off his hand and gave him an angry, closed smile.

"Right." She showed him her badge, shoving it into his face, "Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David. NCIS. That is my desk." She thrust her hand at the desk where someone was pulling out a drawer and dumping the contents into a box, "Be careful with that!" She scolded, "What is going on?"

"We have a reliable source that NCIS was part of a murder."

Ziva laughed, "Excuse me?"

"The murder of someone in our protective custody, ma'am."

"And you have evidential proof of this?" Ziva demanded.

"DAVID! DINOZZO! GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!" Gibbs bellowed and Ziva put her badge back into her pocket before sharing a glance with Tony.

"One moment." She said, before slipping under the yellow tape and starting towards Gibbs, side by side with Tony. She had an overwhelming urge to grab his hand in hers, but she knew that that wasn't appropriate. Not at this time. Was this what sex did to her? "Gibbs. Sorry I was late. Car problems."

"Alarm broke. Again." Tony said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well never let it happen again. Get McGee up here, he's down with Abby. I want all of you to report to MTAC, and keep it quiet. I don't want Fornell hearing."

"Uh…on it boss." Tony said, before starting to turn around. Ziva followed him as they walked towards the elevator to go down to the lab, "So what did Mr. Ass ask you?"

"Who? The FBI agent?"

"Yeah, him." They got into the elevator as they started down.

"He said that someone in NCIS was involved in the murder of someone in their protective custody. We are just lucky we do not have any marriage photos or our marriage license in our desks, Tony, they are taking everything."

"Reminds me of the time when Jeanne accused me of murder," Tony shuddered.

"Yes, but you do not have Jeanne this time, and I will definitely not accuse you of murdering anyone, Tony." She said as the elevator doors opened.

Tony smiled and walked in, Abby's death metal greeting his ears happily. Abby was sipping her Caf-Pow as McGee was typing furiously into the computer. The forensic scientists bounced from one foot to the other, bobbing her head as well.

"Uh…Abs?"

She spun around, "Tony! Ziva!" She set down her drink as she ran up and gave them both tight hugs, barely giving them time to hug her back. Ziva felt a shiver run up and down her spin, and just as Tony knew that Abby and McGee weren't looking, he shot her a concerned glance. She shot him back an 'I'm fine' glance as she shivered again.

"Just a little cold. I could not find my jacket this morning," She mumbled, and Tony shrugged out of his NCIS agent jacket and hung it on her shoulders. She slipped her arms through and smiled, "Thank you," She said, and Abby spun around.

"You say something Zi-" Abby started, but then realized that Ziva was wearing a rather large jacket. She smiled, "Aw, Ziva!"

"Uh…boss wants us all up in MTAC ASAP."

"That rhymed!" McGee exclaimed.

"Can it, McGoo. Let's go." Abby nodded, grabbing her Caf-Pow off of the table and calling for McGee as they all got into the elevator before heading up to MTAC. Once they got into the squadroom, Abby couldn't help but stare at the amount of FBI agents there.

"I like our uniforms better." She smiled as Tony watched his drawer of food being dumped into another box. Others were being 'shipped' off, and even the trash can was being analyzed. They continued to stare in silence as they walked up the stairs towards MTAC.

Gibbs and the Director were the only two in there, standing in the middle of the room, their arms crossed, glaring at the screen in front of them, where pictures of a crime scene were put up.

Gibbs turned around and stared at his agents. He pointed to the seats, and they sat in the following order, Tony, Ziva, McGee, and Abby. "The FBI thinks that one of our agents has murdered this woman." Gibbs pointed to one of the screens, where it revealed a rather young, Caucasian female with brown hair and pale skin. She was fairly pretty, yet Tony did not say anything about her. "Sarah Peterson. Twenty-seven. At the crime scene, they found a partial print that they have yet to get a result from AFIS, and they also found a SIG registered out to NCIS. According to the field report, she wrote 'NCIS' in her own blood while she was dying on the ground. Before she died, she was in protective custody with the FBI because she was afraid that someone, NCIS, was after her."

"She murder anyone?" McGee piped up, causing Gibbs to get a little annoyed.

"No, McGee, her record is completely clean," The director answered for Gibbs, noticing the special agent's sate. Gibbs continued.

"While in protective custody, she was resentful to NCIS, saying that a long time ago, we were resentful to her. I-" Gibbs started to continue, but suddenly the door to MTAC opened, revealing Agent Fornell, "Tobias…" Gibbs started.

"No need, Jethro." He said, walking down the steps, "How come I didn't know about this meeting?"

"Because you didn't need to, Tobias. What do you want?"

"We found the victims blood on one of your agents' jackets."

"Whose?"

"Ziva David."

All eyes turned to Ziva, who shook her head, "I did…I do not even know this person! Gibbs, really, do you think that I could kill her? Okay, do not answer that. Do you think that I would kill her? I do not even know her name!"

"Ziva's wearing her jacket, Tobias. You sure it's hers?"

"Positive."

"This is not my jacket, Gibbs."

"Whose is it?"

"Tony's."

"Ah." Gibbs said, giving a half-smile, as if he knew something, or as if she said something fairly obvious. Tobias pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Gibbs, "What the hell is this?"

"A search warrant."

"For what? You already have one to search through my agent's belongings, what else do you need a search warrant for, Tobias?"

"To complete background research on your agents. Everything from when they were born up to today. We need to know any relationship or communication they may have had with Sarah Peterson. Especially Ms. David," Agent Fornell said.

Tony and Ziva's eyes grew wide and they slowly turned to stare at each other, the same thing running through each other's minds:

Oh shit.