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Warning: Author has taken certain liberties with the laws of nature.
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NCIS in the House
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Chapter three
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Ziva screamed and kicked and struggled as the doctor tried to garner some of her blood to test. Gibbs who had been on his way back from getting coffee and Tony who had been in the hospital room bathroom came running, Tony with his fly still down, at her screams.
Kutner, who had been trying to avoid little feet that seemed to be zoned in on his crotch all while trying to stick her with the phlebotomy needle, looked to them for a bit of help. Looking away from the little girl however, had been a bad idea, for the moment he did one of her little feet connected square between his legs.
Dropping the blood draw kit, Kutner doubled over letting out a very girlish squeal.
"Ziva Sarah David!" Gibbs bellowed almost instinctively causing Ziva to freeze eyes wide and on Gibbs.
"He… he keeps stealing my blood!" Ziva defended.
"He is not stealing it Ziva." Gibbs explained with a roll of his eyes.
"I do not wish to give it and he is trying to take it, there for he is stealing it!" She insisted with a soft whimper. She hated feeling vulnerable, she hated that she was no longer able to defend herself and she hated that her one fear… needles… a fear she had worked hard to rid herself of or simply avoid was back and now going to be found out.
"Our itty bitty Ziva-kins, is afraid of needles!" Tony pointed out ecstatically, with a large grin which was quickly wiped off his face by a hard palm to the back of his head.
Gibbs glared steely eyed at Tony, but recognizing the truth in his words turned his attention back to his miniature Mossad agent. Walking over to her bed he placed his coffee down on the night stand, sat down and scooped her up into his lap mindful of her injured shoulder.
It seemed the assassin sent to kill Ziva wasn't as well trained as one would expect. This struck Gibbs as odd, no more than odd, completely and totally off, so much so that it kind of frightened him, though he would never admit that anything scared him! And the fact that the bullet had hit her in the shoulder and no second shot was even attempted though there had most definitely been time between the first and when the assassin was stormed by the entire bullpen full of NCIS agents. It wasn't sitting right with Gibbs, not at all.
The entire thing was niggling at the back of Gibbs' brain and irritating his gut but he had not thus far been able to get either of the suspects to talk, not that he had been allowed much time with them. Jenny had been working overtime to keep him away stating a conflict of interest. She was taking care of this investigation personally and really she didn't trust that Gibbs wouldn't kill one of them for she knew that no one got away with hurting a member of Gibbs' family and to Gibbs, Ziva was family.
Honestly though, Gibbs had not had very much time to work the puzzle out in his brain. Normally he would have had what was bothering him worked out. He was usually good at reading his gut, solving the puzzle, getting to the bottom of things and solving the case but he had been too pre occupied with worrying about and taking care of Ziva.
Cradling Ziva to his chest, Gibbs ran a hand through her hair in a gentle, soothing manor getting her to relax against him.
He had learned over the last few days that treating her somewhere between the agent she was and the child she had become was his best bet with her as her mind had regressed along with her body yet she had retained her memories.
He was slowly learning the best times to treat her like a four year old she currently was and the best time to treat her like the well trained assassin her memories were telling her she was. Right now she was just a scared, four year old and he would treat her accordingly.
"They already took my blood." She pouted laying her head against Gibb's chest, her regressed mind craving the comfort despite her memories.
"How about, Tony goes to get a cookie that you can have after the doctor finishes taking your blood?" Gibbs asked her once she was relaxed against him.
Ziva scrunched her face up a little bit in thought… "Chocolate chip?" She asked her large brown eyes batting sweetly.
"Chocolate chip" Gibbs promised snapping his fingers at Tony.
Tony got the hint and headed to the door.
"By the way, DiNozzo" Gibbs called out to Tony who then stopped in the door frame "Your fly is undone."
Tony blushed and quickly zipped up before heading down to get the promised cookie.
Kutner, who had finally recovered from the blow to his balls, retrieved the phlebotomy kit.
Gibbs leaned down, whispering something into Ziva's ear.
Ziva blushed, a little and looked up at Kutner with wide innocent brown eyes. "Sorry I kicked you." She said in little over a whisper.
Kutner couldn't help but smile at the little girl as he tied the ternakit around her tiny arm "That's okay… Now, just a little pinch." He warned as he slid the needle in to collect the blood sample.
Ziva turned her head burying her face in Gibb's chest as Kutner slid in the needle. She let out a little whimper as it pierced her skin but gave no more trouble.
Gibbs stroked her hair and held her tight as her blood was drawn, kissing the top of her head as the needle slid out and Kutner packed up the kit.
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"Okay," House began "Now that we have eliminated the idea that this could be a never before seen manifestation of a genetic disorder…" He stopped to glare at Kutner who was looking rather embarrassed "do we have any other ideas?" He asked his team which had just re assembled after spending nearly all night in the lab testing the child's blood for all common genetic abnormalities that were found in people of Jewish heritage and many that weren't.
"Her blood work is completely clean. There was nothing there, not even an elevated white count." Thirteen told him.
"Right, other ideas?" He asked wiggling the dry erase marker between his fingers. He figured right about now Forman would be suggesting…
"We should do an MRI." Bingo, right on cue.
House nodded at Forman.
"Get our miniaturized moppet to the mega magnet." House ordered grinning at what he deemed to be his own cleverness.
