Gibbs POV
Arriving back at base, Gibbs threw the team into the arduous business of finding leads, the likes of which only come with an almost sterile crime scene.
At about 11 pm, after 8 hours of hard work, Abbies DNA results came back. Placing a suspect, Lt. Chrystal Green at the crime scene.
Looking around the bullpen at his half asleep team, Gibbs decided that they would collect the Lt. Tomorrow. When they weren't about to fall asleep on their feet. Ziva especially looked like she needed sleep. And a big Mac.
"Go home." He told his team. All of them including Ziva jumped at this unexpected intrusion to the silence that had enveloped the bullpen.
"All of you are to be here at 8 am" Instructed Gibbs
"That includes you Dinozzo" as he saw Tony open his mouth to ask.
After sitting back down, Gibbs watched his team vacate the bullpen, in search of their homes and beds.
Surprisingly it was Tony who lagged behind. The reason why became clear five minutes later when the senor agent approached his desk.
"Am I about to hear why you disobeyed my direct order, Dinozzo?" He growled.
"Ahh. Yes Boss. Can I speak to you for a moment? Privately." Tony added glancing upwards to where the toothpick was watching them.
Deciding to go along with it he barked "My office now" and led the way to the elevator.
Pressing the down button, he waited a few seconds before flicking the emergency stop.
"So, what do you need to tell is so important it couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" guessing that it was probably about leave time or something along those lines, he was caught slightly off guard when Dinozzo replied
"Its about Ziva Boss."
"What about Ziva?"
"Well, you know how she's been looking real bad lately, and wearing long sleeves even though it's summer?"
"Well yes Dinozzo. I'd have to be blind not to notice. So what has inspired you to talk to me, and not her about this."
"Well, for one thing, you wont kill me for what I'm going to say, and another, I think you would be a great help in getting her help."
Gibbs was becoming annoyed by his senor agents rambling. He was starting to sound like Abby, except without the long, technical words.
Without giving his boss a chance to speak, Tony rushed into what he had origionally wanted to talk about. "Today at Norfolk, I noticed when Ziva reaced out to get something, the sleeve of her shirt hitched up."
"Surely you did not drag me in here just to tell me Ziva needs new clothes?"
"No Boss that isn't why I dragged you in here. It was what was revealed. Scars and fresh cuts. She's be cutting herself boss. And she has lost a lot of weight. Her arm looks like a skeletons."
Damn. I should've noticed. But only Dinozzo would pay THAT much attention to a woman who would most likely kill him if she found out about what he had been doing.
"Ok. Dinozzo. Lets go have a talk to her"
