Title: Driving me crazy

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them for the story.

Chapter 2

"Aah Jethro, finally you arrive. We were expecting you at least twenty minutes ago. May I ask what was the cause of your unexpected delay?"

They had arrived at the crime scene and Gibbs had parked the truck close to the hill the victim had fallen or positively been pushed down. They were in a national park standing next to a hunting cabin in the woods.

Gibbs put on his NCIS cap and greeted the M.E with a pat on the back. "Sure, Duck." he said as he walked fast to the back of the truck and unlocked the door.

The experienced medical examiner stared in utter disbelief at the sullen figure appearing at the door. Gibbs reached out his hand to her but she just pushed it away and jumped down by herself.

"Ziva, what are you doing riding back there? Is this another Mossad- thing?" the older man asked.

Tony joined them and started to grab the necessary gear from the back of the truck. "No, Ducky, I believe it's a Gibbs- thing." he chuckled and earned himself a smack to the back of the head from his boss.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"Gibbs locked me in the back of the truck, Ducky!" Ziva exclaimed accusingly while glaring at Gibbs. She clearly had not enjoyed the rest of the ride to the crime scene.

"By heavens Jethro! Why would you do that?" he put an arm around Ziva's shoulders and brought her closer to him. "And what about that reason to your tardiness you were talking about?"

"You're looking at it, Duck. Ziva here decided to disregard an order after I warned her what the consequence would be and therefore earned herself a ride in the back of the truck. That caused the delay. "

"Oh." he said, giving Ziva a slightly more stern look than a few seconds earlier.

Tony looked up from the equipment he was collecting, "Boss perhaps next time you should make her run next to the truck instead. I would love to see for how long she could actually keep that up." he yelped as his boss' hand made contact with the back of his head for a second time.

"You itching for a ride of your own in the back of this, Tony? Because we still have a ride home too you know."

"I'm going to start working now, Boss." he sprinted down the hill to the corpse of Petty Officer Harold Lamb whose death they were about to start investigating.

Gibbs handed Ziva the camera and gave her a push in the direction of the body. Still pouting slightly she took off after Tony.

Ducky looked inquiringly at Gibbs, expecting an explanation.

"What?"

"You know what, Jethro."

"She's been telling me she wants to drive but there is no way in hell that's going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Have you seen her drive, Duck? Sometimes she doesn't even know what side of the road to be on. She drives way too fast. She doesn't have enough control of the vehicle. She's dangerous behind the wheel." he grabbed his jacket from the floor of the truck and put it back on. "I'm not about to risk her or the rest of my team by letting her drive. "

Ducky scratched his chin in thought, obviously not liking what he was hearing either. "Well, have you talked to her and explained why she's not allowed to drive, Jethro?"

"What's there to explain? An order is an order and she will obey it or she will end up with one sore backside. That should be enough motivation and explanation for her to do what she's told."

Ducky nodded. "Yes of course you are right, Jethro. You are her boss and an order should be obeyed."

Gibbs sighed, looking in the direction his agents had taken off in. He needed to get down to that body before they messed up the crime scene. With McGee home in bed with a fever, Ziva still inexperienced and her and Tony having one of those days when they seemed to be enjoying tormenting each other, he really needed to get down there.

"I'm sensing a 'but' about to come out of your mouth, Ducky."

"Yes, you are as always correct. An order is an order...but, Ziva is still a person who needs to be handled with a big amount of patience. She is used to following orders but she is also used to operating alone and she needs to know why she is not permitted to do what she has always done. So to avoid tears and perhaps an expensive car accident that would have to be explained to our Director, I believe it would be in everyone's best interest if you took the time to explain to the girl why you have come to your decision about her not driving."

Gibbs could not believe he had said all that without taking a single breath. "Fine, Ducky. I will talk to her." he took a step in the direction of the body and then turned back, "After we examine the body and our crime scene."

To be continued