Who said supermarkets were boring?
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As usual, Tony had been right, and only seconds after he left, Special agent Jimmy Palmer came to their office, with two cups of coffee in his hand. He gave her one and she took it gratefully. A shot of caffeine was exactly what she needed. Thank god for inventing Starbucks.
"We have a case," Palmer said. "We think it's Speedy Gonzales again. Didn't he call?"
"Why did we call him Speedy Gonzales again?" She said, rethinking about her little chat with Tony.
"Because we can't catch him. Like no one can catch Speedy Gonzales. I thought he would've called already. He always calls when we find a body."
Ziva nodded. "Well, he'd been so kind to pay a visit."
"that is kind of him," Palmer said, a hint of ironic through his voice. "Why did we have this pleasure?"
"He thinks someone is copying his work." Ziva said. "Does Timothy McGee knows it yet?"
"I don't think so." Palmer said.
Ziva glared at him.
"But I can find out…" Palmer stumbled, almost slipping in his hurry to get to his desk.
"Good. We don't want any journalists on this." Ziva said. She only didn't know that on the other side of the city, Timothy McGee was kissing his secret lover goodbye, and was hurrying to his car, hoping he would have a good story.
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Ziva cursed when she saw McGee's car standing at the crime scene. He had to interfere with the investigation, in the hope to write a new crime novel. The first one he wrote had been great, but the books following were flops. This murderer was his last hope, and he had to make a book that would kill. The only problem was that Ziva David wouldn't help him with anything.
"Good morning, officer," He said cheerfully. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Ziva mumbled something, clearly not in a good mood.
"Good morning, Palmer," McGee said, waving at him.
"Hello, Tim." Palmer said. "You look…" He stopped talking when he saw Ziva glaring, bowed his head and walked to the crime scene.
"So," McGee said. "What do we know?"
"We know nothing. So you can go now," Ziva said.
"Oh, come on." McGee said. "There must be something. I've heard that you know who's the killer."
Ziva counted to ten, knowing that if she didn't, she would say something she would regret later. "Who told you that?" Ziva asked. Ice-cold.
"Secret source. So it is true?" Before McGee could ask more, his phone went off.
Saved by the bell, Ziva thought and she walked away, leaving McGee behind.
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And after a long day of work, she went to her favorite supermarket. She was very tired, and when she was in a bad mood, she always needed to eat something good. The supermarket was small and unknown, but they had amazing bread and sandwiches. She went straight to the wine department. She loved wine, especially with some cheese. But when she was picking out wine, she felt someone approaching.
"Hello princess," Someone whispered in her ear. "What a coincidence. I see we go to the same grocery store."
"Yes, coincidence," Ziva said. "I was hoping not the see you anymore today."
"That's funny, I was hoping the opposite." Tony smiled. "have I told you how pretty you look today?"
Ziva tried to ignore him, looking at the wine.
"I should pick that one." He pointed at a bottle of wine and when Ziva looked at it, she noticed it was her favorite wine. So the sneakered had been spying on her. "I think I'm going to take another one," Ziva said, although she really wanted that wine. Why did he have to ruin everything?
"What about my case?" Tony asked her. "Who was the copycat?"
"I don't know yet." She said truthfully.
Tony nodded. "Nice perfume by the way. New?"
Ziva opened her mouth, but Tony suddenly putted his hand before her mouth. "Hush," He whispered, listening. Then Ziva saw it too; two guys came into the store, obviously armed, obviously with no good intentions. They walked straight to the cashier, and shot him without warning.
"Do you have your gun with you?" Tony's lips were on her ears. Ziva couldn't help but notice the shiver going through her spine.
Of course today she had to forget her gun at the office. Great. "I don't have it on me," She whispered.
Tony cursed. "Then we need to be a little bit more original," He said, "Stay here,"
Ziva protested, but it was too late. He was gone and she was there, alone and unarmed. She tried to walk away, but with less success than Tony had done. While she was stumbling back, she bumped against a box. She cursed into herself. She could just as well have started singing. That would probably be more subtle.
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The sun went down, and we find McGee lying with his lover again. She was acting as if she was asleep, but he knew better. If she would be asleep, she would've been snoring. Suddenly, he had an idea. "We could run," He said out loud. "We could run away and never come back."
Abby Sciuto-Gibbs opened her eyes slowly. "Silly Tim," She said. "You're sweet,"
"But why wouldn't we? We love each other, don't we?" When there came no answer, he said almost desperately: "Don't we?"
Abby smiled. "Of course we do. But you don't know Gibbs like I do. We both be death in a heartbeat. He has enough guys who would do the job."
"But we can disappear. I know someone who could help us."
"No one can just fall off the face of the earth." Abby said, closing her eyes again. "He'll know where to find us."
McGee looked disappointed. "But we could try."
Mrs. Gibbs didn't even bother answering.
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They had heard her. Obviously. One of the guys was coming to her, probably checking out the cause of the noise. Meanwhile, Ziva was stressing out, something she didn't do before Tony came into her life. He was definitely bringing out the worst in her. Well, if she was going down, she was doing it in style. Mentally, she was trying to remember everything she'd learned in the last 8 years kickboxing.
The guy caught up with her in what seemed less than a second. He smiled at her, showing two golden teeth. "Hi, doll," He said. He putted a step forward.
"Hi, loser," A bottle of wine hit his head. Tony was behind him, smiling his childish smile again. "What?" He said when he saw Ziva starring. "you're not going to thank me?"
Ziva's smile had a mean undertone. "I could've taken him down easy, I was just making you feel good."
Tony's face fell, and he took up the gun from the man on the floor. He aimed it at her. "I'm sorry, Princess," He said. Then, the gun went off.
For a minute, Ziva thought he was going to shoot her, but then she realized she had totally forgotten about the second man. She turned around, and saw that Tony had saved her once again.
"Now you should thank me." Tony muttered.
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