Written at 0300 so if it sucks…deal with it.
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About 23 minutes later all of them were at the crime scene.
"I just don't understand." The hotel manager said "This women claims that the pool tried to kill her?"
"All she can remember, before waking up bloody and beaten on the pavement beside the pool, is the 'pool trying to kill her' as she phrased it."
"So my pool's under investigation?" The manager looked somewhere between pissed and confused.
"We're just looking over the crime scene. Two dead marines and one barely conscience one were found next to your pool. There's grounds for some suspicion." Gibb's walked around the perimeter of the pool, examining the space where the one live and two dead marines were found.
"Well, I don't see why, I mean you're scaring all my guests and-"
"And we'll let you know when we're done here." Tony led the man out the door of the pool.
"So what are we looking for?" McGee asked, wandering around the edge of the pool with his camera, snapping pictures of the remaining two bodies, both of which were, unlike the live marine, perfectly clean and without a bruise or cut.
"Well, I know what I think we should be doing." Tony announced grandly upon his re-entrance to the pool area.
"And what is that, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, staring intently at a blood stain on the concrete by the water.
"We should all go swimming. I mean, if she says that the pool tried to kill her, we should test out that theory, right?" Gibbs glanced at him, and then pulled out his phone.
"Don't move." He ordered the rest of the team, before walking out the double doors.
"His phone didn't ring." Ziva observed, before going back to examining the crime scene. She bent over to examine a blood stain near the base of one cinderblock wall. Tony came over and leaned over her.
"Whatcha doin?" Ziva spared him an annoyed glance out the corner of her eye before turning back to the wall and looking at another stain about a quarter of an inch to the right.
"Studying a bloodstain." She said it like it would be the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, aren't you a good little agent." He taunted. He leaned over farther and rested his head on his fisted hands, before resting his elbows on Ziva's back.
"Dammit, Tony!" She screamed in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice as she jumped up, her face twisted with pain. Tony was surprised.
"S-sorry Ziva," He stuttered out, eyes wide, looking somewhere between scared and worried. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" Her faced quickly flashed between pain, regret, and then her stony-faced Mossod mask that always made him worry.
"I am fine." But she hissed the words through clenched teeth and he couldn't tell whether she was in pain or angry with him. McGee, who had been quietly observing their exchange, went back to photographing the two dead bodies, just as Gibbs came back into the pool room.
"Why aren't you working, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, observing McGee, who was still photographing, and Ziva, who had managed to crouch down again and pull out a camera in all of the 2 seconds between her exchange with Tony and Gibb's entrance. Everyone got back to work, all of them steadily continuing their examination of the crime scene in compatible silence for about half an hour, when two more members of the team joined them in the pool room.
"Hi guys!" Abby's loud voice echoed in the room to an almost painful volume, and Ducky's hands subconsciously reached for his ears.
"Abby, would you mind toning it down a bit?" He asked gently, so as not to offend her.
"Yeah, sure!" She said brightly, her voice only slightly lower than before. "Anyways, why'd you call us here Gibbs?" She asked, practically bouncing in place.
"Ask DiNozzo." Tony's head popped up. To discover everyone, except Ziva, staring intently at him.
"Whatever he blames on me, I can assure you it wasn't my fault." Everyone still stared. "Ok…whatever he blames on me, I can promise you I didn't do it on purpose." When there was no response Gibbs finally spoke again.
"We're going swimming." Now everyone, even Ziva, stared at Gibbs. "Actually, you guys are going swimming." Nobody moved. "Well, what are you all waiting for? There's changing rooms behind that door, swimsuits complimentary of the hotel in each. Get going." As everyone turned towards the door, as strange as this order was, they heard Ducky, at the back of the group, yell at Gibbs.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that the Director wanted you to do that stack of paperwork, would it?" Gibbs gave what could almost be called a smile.
"Who, me? Shirk my duties?" He turned away, headed towards the doors. "I'm going to interview the hotel's night manager." They all crammed into the hallway, boys using the changing stall on the right, girls on the left. Ziva allowed Abby to go first, and McGee reached the door to the men's room first. DiNozzo, in a moment of gentlemanly nature, offered Ducky the next turn. Ducky declined, claiming that the sight of him in the bathing suit was a sight he would not inflict upon them. Despite the others protests, he went to remove the bodies quickly. He said to give him four minutes to have the bodies removed. Abby and McGee left with Ducky, Leaving Ziva and Tony in the hallway with the changing rooms. Tony changed quickly, and could hear Abby squeal as she jumped in the water as she jumped in the water. He stood in the hallway, leaning against the door to the women's room.
"I can't believe Gibbs is letting us go swimming. What mental trauma do you think induced this, Ziva?" He heard a sniff, before her answer.
"Yes, it is quite strange." Her voice sounded thick, almost as if she were crying. But this was Ziva he was talking to. Ziva didn't cry. Ever. End of story. He took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to jump off a cliff. A very high cliff. It's just Ziva, he told himself, you can ask her this. She won't hurt you. Badly.
"Ziva, are you alright." There, he told himself, I'm fine, see? But he heard the shuffle of feet and the swish of clothes. Heard her try to clear her throat quietly, so he wouldn't hear. "Ziva, you alright?" No answer for a few moments, and then her voice, as clear as ever.
"I am fine. Go away." He rolled his eyes. He must have just imagined Ziva's moment of weakness.
"Look, I'll just wait for you until you leave. Can't wait to see you in a bikini, sweetcheeks." He heard a sharp intake of breath.
"I will not be going swimming, Tony." The ice-cold Mossod exterior was back, her words sharp enough to cut granite
"And why is that?" He hit the door once "C'mon Ziva, we all want to see you looking pretty in a bikini. Besides, I've seen you in less." A shoe sailed over the top of the door and hit him in the head."You can't even see me, how the hell can you hit me?"
"You're voice." She was almost laughing now.
"You can hit me because you can hear my voice? Damn." Ninja chick had many talents.
"That and you are an easy target." He rolled his eyes.
"And I suppose no one has ever landed a solid hit on the great miss David." He said, half teasing, half sarcastic. A tad bit serious.
"Don't you have to go swimming, Tony?" Her icy voice was back. He was so sick of this. How she had been so moody lately, he was going to go insane just trying to figure her out!
"I told you, I'm waiting for you."
"And I told you that I am not coming." And then he perked up a bit.
"So you aren't changing into a swimsuit." She made a noise, something like a growl, or that's the closest he could compare it to
"No, I am not changing into one of these things." He grinned. 'She will kill you' his mind said. He told his mind to shut up.
"Alright then." He opened the door.