A/N: I think this is the best chapter so far! (just kidding) Review! Review! :D

The flashing of the cameras were absolutley blinding.

"What the hell?" McGee mutters as he pulls open the door of the house, clutching the mysterious man vicelike on the arm. His fingers were probably going to leave a bruise. Not like anyone cared. "Someone tipped off the press." he called back to Tony and Ziva. Ziva was curled up in Tony's arms threshold style. She winced slightly at the journalists cries. There had to be at least 30 of them, swarmed around the entrance to the boarded up house. Tony stops and tightened his gri McGee squinted back into the flashing bulbs. A moment later, a couple of Police officers come to McGee's aid.

"Hey, Get out of the way!" The officer Katie barks angrily at the camera men. She grabs the other arm of the "doctor," with an equally tight grasp.

"Who wants a quote?" the man is scrubs asks the crowd with a cocky smile. The voices erupt back up at him with more gusto.

"You shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you." McGee growls into his ear dangerously and pushes him forward. The man chuckles and steps into the large group.

"Ziva." Tony whispers down at her. She tightens her own grip on his windbreaker. "Are you okay?" She thinks about this for a second, then shakes her head. A few more officers join them in the filthy living room.

"Ready?" One asks. Tony clutches Ziva closer and nods. They guide them out of the doorway, and then the world is ablaze with calls.

"Agent DiNozzo, Agent DiNozzo, what are your reactions to this event?"

"Is the man in the scrubs the serial killer?"

"Agent David, any comments?"

"Where is Agent Gibbs?"

They push through the sea of bodies and finally arrive at the ambulance. Ziva stares up at the flashing golden and red lights, unblinking. A EMT jogs over and pulls a gurney from the rear of the bus. Tony gently lowers Ziva onto it, and only then realizes she is shaking hysterically.

"Zi, it's okay, it's over." he says quietly to her. Her teeth chatter in silent response. Tony jumps into the back of the vehicle and they slam the soors shut.

When they reach the hospital, Ziva is pushed into a sleek, shiny white hallway, Tony and McGee trailing behind closely. She looks around, takes one look at a doctor at the end of the hall and coming towards her, and all of a sudden, lets out a terrified scream. She pushes herself back towards the end of the gurney. The EMT's stop out of confusion, and the doctor moves faster. Ziva screams again and shuts her eyes, shaking her head.

"Zi?" Tony asked, concern filling his deep voice. He looks up at the doctor, and suddenly understands."It's the scrubs..." he whispers and McGee runs to the doctor, stopping him. Tony takes another step closer to Ziva, who sees him and latches her arms around his chest.

"Tony..." she sobs desperatley. "You s-s-said it was over!" she cries and holds him tighter.

"Ziva, it is, I promise. Nothing can hurt you now." he strokes her head care fully, speaking the soothing words calmly. He sees McGee pull the doctor out of sight. "See, look?" Ziva turns her face and sniffles, but another sob shakes her small frame.

"Don't...go..." she cries softly, but pulls away and lies back down on the gurney.

"Ziva." Tony says, half laughing "I wouldn't dream of it."

3 days before.

1500 hours 12 minutes

Ziva taps away on her keyboard, in a much better mood. They had found a lead, and now were in the process of tracking him down.

"Kevin Hether, you sure are a slimey one." she mutters to herself, and looks up at the screen, where his drivers liscense is posted, with a mischeivious grin. A moment later she smacks the desk triumphantly.

"ah HA! You thought you could run..." She stands and looks around for Gibbs. McGee raised his eyebrows at her from across the bullpen.

"FInd something?"

"Yes!" she cries and claps her hands. "Where's Gibbs?" she asks.

"Right here." he says as he walks in.

"I still do not understand how you do that." Ziva mutters. "But, I found our killer?"

"Didja now?"

"Yes. Well, I found...a suspect. A lead. Whatever."

"Well, you know what to do. Go get 'em. McGee?"

"Got it, Boss." McGee says and attatches his 9mm into his holster.

A/N: ...yes? no? kinda? maybe? sorta? confused? satisfied? update? (those were all possible reviews. So use one!)