After Gibbs had brushed himself off and regained his dignity, he and Alex left the apartment with disposable cups full of black coffee and hot chocolate, only to find that Gibbs' car was being towed away.

"Hey! Thats' my car!" yelled Gibbs hotly, chasing the tow truck.

"Well, so what, it was parked in the middle of the street Mister." drawled the woman who was towing the truck.

"Thats' Special Agent, to you." Gibbs retorted, flashing his badge. After a glimpse of it, the woman jumped out of the truck eyes widened, struck Gibbs in the face and leapt into a nearby parked Toyota, which had the keys in the engine (stupid people who go out drinking, keep their car keys in, then pass out somewhere in the garden). She slammed her foot onto the pedal, zooming off.

"Go take the chains off!" commanded Gibbs as he threw away his coffee and began helping Alex drag the towing chains off. A plasticky crunch under his foot made him look twice. There was an ID card, which Gibbs picked up its pieces and slid them into the spare evidence bag he always kept on his person, making sure the writing was legible.

"Done." announced Alex as he clambered into the front seat, Gibbs hurriedly slipping into the drivers' seat. Gibbs stamped onto the gas, haring in the direction the sedan went.

"Please check the ID card and if you remembered the plates of the car, tell McGee to put out a BOLO in the tri-state area." Gibbs swore as he neatly decapitated a bush.

"Okay, the writing is not exactly top-standard, but the ID says Sarah Marie Colman" Alex fumbled to read the writing whilst trying not to fly into the windshield.

"Do you remember the car plate?" asked Gibbs.

"Yes, DZ-1894 (A/N: I do not live in DC so...)" Alex replied promptly, neatly taking Gibbs' phone out of his hand. "Let me dial."

"Yeah, I reckon that would be bett- aaargh!" Gibbs flicked the steering wheel vigorously; taking the next corner on two wheels.

"Hello? Tim McGee? Yes, this is Alex. No we are not dead, it's just Gibbs driving. Yeah and he wants a BOLO in the tri-state area for a car plate of DZ-1984 and Sarah Colman. Blonde, about five foot eight, green eyes. Yup, thats' it. Hang on, Gibbs wants a word." Alex passed the phone to Gibbs.

"Thank you. Now please sit tight, this is gonna be a hell of a ride. McGee, get the Computer Forensics team to keep an eye on the BOLO. I need you and Balboa's team to get yourselves out here and try to roadblock her. I'm on her tail. Yes I recognise you got a hit. Right. I will try and car-chase her down to Base. Now I'm gonna get me a com unit, triangulate it to yourself and the other cars." Gibbs punched the ''end call' button and chucked the phone into the cup holder on the dashboard. Spying Colman veering off left, Gibbs turned off right.

"McGee, get a roadblock down on 7th, by the coffee shop. You have about three minutes." Gibbs yelled as he spun the steering wheel crashing the hindquarters of the car into a large poplar tree growing on the curb. A faint 'on it, boss' could be heard.


Exactly three minutes later, McGee and Balboa's joint efforts managed to roadblock Sarah and force her into the back of the NCIS van.

"McGee, Balboa, take her into base, and get two agents on standby outside her interrogation room. I will deal with her in the morning." Gibbs commanded after the agents had cleaned up. "Balboa, your second job is to get the car into Evidence, and McGee, get Abbs to start on it. And get her a few Caf-Pow!s while you're at it." Gibbs handed McGee a twenty and climbed back into his canary yellow car.

"So, Alex, we have lets' say eight hours till we need to report in for work. Do you mind to hang out with Abby or McGee today?" Gibbs offered, knowing that the paperwork that Tony and Ziva had held back on doing was not going to get any more interesting than watching paint dry.

"Yes thanks a lot." Alex replied gratefully. He really disliked paperwork.


Eight hours later, the MCRT were stationed at their desks, keying away at their computers; Tony and Ziva doing paperwork, McGee hacking into something or the other again. Alex was with Abby in the evidence locker, listening to her rambunctious chattering about something or the other. Glancing at the trash can, he mentally kicked himself for letting Abby have five, no six Caf-Pow!s.

"Hey, Abbs, ya got something?" queried Gibbs as he marched in carrying a Caf-Pow!. Alex groaned softly; Abby was going to be even more loud, and he was pretty tired from the excitement of the car chase.

"Yup. I pulled some prints, and I also found us a gun. Not used yet, though I can pull some prints from that too. And, I have something for Ziva." Abby produced a black bag with the Mossad crest on it.

"Thanks Abbs. Ziva will be here shortly." Gibbs pecked her on the cheek, handed her the caffeinated drink and went on his way. Soon enough, a slightly rumpled Ziva came running into the locker.

"I am sorry, Abby that I am so late. Me and Tony got caught down in something." she explained breathlessly.

"Caught up, Ziva." Tony appeared from the doorway after his girlfriend, cheeks pink with some shiny lip gloss on it.

"Oh my God, you guys are now girlfriend and boyfriend? Yay, Tony, Ziva, we can call you TIVA now, and why do you have lipstick on your face? I don't think I need to run a test to know who's it is but Ziva I found this and I think you may wanna look at it right now, Tony you are so lucky you have Ziva you guys are gonna be so cute!" Abby jumped up in the air with a squeal.

"Glad to see you're excited Abbs." Gibbs remarked as he appeared behind the car.

"Yup I am so pleased! Ziva and Tony got BFed and GFed. And do not 'rule twelve' this, Gibbs, this is so cute!" Abby began to parade around the room, pulling a startled Alex into a huge tight corset of an embrace.

"Yep. Okay Ziva, what've you got?" Gibbs inquired.

"Hmm, remember the knife we found when we acquired Alex? May I see it?" Ziva inquired. Abby went and grabbed it, handing it to the Israeli woman.

"Hmm..." Ziva snapped on a pair of gloves and laid the knife on the table, followed by five others in the black bag. "Yes indeed this is Mossad, these are the standard knives that the higher ups of Mossad have. Like your SCORPIA agent, Levi Kroll. He is quite the man at Mossad." Ziva replied, placing the knife back in the evidence box, jogging to the back and collecting another one. She scrawled on it in Hebrew and then wrote something in English on the bottom, when something hit her.

"Abby, these knives are freshly oiled, and the oil oddly enough smells like the sandalwood and rose oil that Alex has given to me. Would it be convenient to run some tests?" Ziva asked.

"Sure, but what can I compare it with?" Abby asked enthusiastically.

"One of my own knives. And this oil." Ziva slid a series of knives from her person and pulled out a large bottle of scented knife oil.

"Oooh! This is gonna be awesome!" Abby picked up one of Ziva's less scary knives and scampered away. Ziva put the knives back into their respective holsters.

"I miss my knife already." grumbled Ziva as she followed Abby into the elevator.


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