Sorry it took so long! I've been quite busy recently and a bit lazy aswell *guilty face*

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Ziva awoke with a start. What was that? Her hand automatically flew to her gun which was tucked in the bed beside her. She pushed back her quilt and flung her legs over the edge of the bed. She was about to rush into the hall shouting and wailing like a maniac but then the logical part of her brain kicked in and she paused at her door for a second and pressed her ear to it. She heard a floorboard creak; she knew that that meant they were in the dining room heading towards the back door. There was someone in her house. She silently pushed her door open and made her way slowly down the hall until suddenly she heard a loud crash and a muffled, "Shit,"- She couldn't tell whether the voice had been a man's or a woman's- coming from downstairs, at that her 'ninja' kicked in and she silently ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, with her gun held out in front of her.

She made her way to through the dining room, there was no one there anymore but she saw that the plant pot by the door had been knocked over; that must have been what made the bang. Other than that nothing seemed to be out of place. She noticed this in less than a second then headed through the door at the other end of the dining room into the kitchen. She made it through the door just in time to see a dark figure disappear through the back door. "Hey!" she shouted as she ran after them, "Stop, NCIS" what a stupid thing to say, she thought to herself. As if they were going to stop just because she told them to.

She chased them around the row of houses in which she lived but back at the front of her house they leapt into a car which had been parked crookedly across her garden. She noticed that her bin had been knocked over and sighed; she was going to have to clean that up too. She contemplated getting into her own car and chasing them that way but being outside in the chilly breeze had reminded her that she was only wearing a pair of shorts and a long t-shirt so she ran after the car a few paces and memorised the number plate. CHZ 4073. Then she went back inside and phoned Gibbs. "Gibbs," said Ziva, when he picked up the phone.

"What is it Ziver?" He was worried, why would she call him at this time in the morning if there wasn't something wrong.

"Gibbs, there was someone in my house…" She didn't have to say anything else; Gibbs was already grabbing his coat and making his way out of his basement.

Ziva put down the phone and shivered although it was now more out of fear than coldness. She had to deal with this type of stuff all the time but it just didn't happen to her. She saw those crime scenes in which people had broken into woman's houses- single women who live alone… she shivered again and then, deciding that there was no way she'd get back to sleep, got washed and dressed then headed downstairs just on time to open the door to Gibbs.

Within ten minutes the 'other' NCIS team- The one director Vance had gave the case to-had arrived and started to analyse the scene whilst Gibbs drank coffee from her 'I love DC' mug and did anything, it seemed, to get in their way. McGee had also arrived and now for lack of anything better to do, they both sat on her sofa. McGee was leaning back with his legs crossed and the TV controller in his hands, flipping between channels. Ziva was sitting at the other end of the sofa with her feet curled up underneath her and her head rested against the back of the sofa, her mind working a mile a minute. It couldn't have been a coincidence that someone had kidnapped Dinozzo and broke into her house within two days. Was it McMilligan? If so, why kidnap Tony? She could understand why he'd come after her, she was a young woman who lived alone- just like the rest of his victims- but why Tony? And how could it have been McMilligan? His ship had left already… perhaps he had gotten of it, was Tony with him? Or maybe it had just been a coincidence that her house had been broken in to after all. She closed her eyes; her head hurt and was worried about Tony.

The next time she opened them it was beginning to get light outside. McGee was still sitting where he had been before but now is mouth was hanging open and he was slightly snoring. 'The Jerry Springer Show' had come on TV and she glanced at it in time to see a woman in a wedding dress chasing some poor man around the room. She stood up and turned off the TV then went to search for Gibbs.

She found him in the kitchen drinking yet another cup of coffee and she tried to decide what to say to him as she made herself a cup of tea. "Gibbs," she started, "Do you think this has anything to do with Tony going missing?"

"Yes," He answered simply

"But how could it be McMilligan, his ship has left, yes?"

Gibbs shrugged then moving coser to her said, "The ship never left port yesterday,"

Ziva's heart gave a lurch, "The ship never left port? So Tony may still be in DC?" she asked almost franticly.

"But if it was McMilligan in you house tonight then they might not be on that ship anymore." Said Gibbs, "Vance is having the ship searched this afternoon,"

Ziva raised both her eyebrows, "This afternoon?" She almost yelled, "Tony could be-" She almost said dead by then but her voice caught in her throat.

The next afternoon they had nothing to do, or rather weren't allowed to do anything so they sat at their desks and 'done paperwork' in other words they sat at their separate desks, McGee playing games on his computer or making paper aeroplanes whilst Ziva tried to read her book. She groaned in frustration and put her book down on her desk. She couldn't concentrate, McGee was becoming increasingly irritating and she was too busy worrying about Tony to concentrate, she must have read the same paragraph about four times and still had no idea what it said.

She spent the next two and a half hours thinking about Tony. She was worried about him and she wasn't allowed to do anything to help him. She didn't even know if there was anything anyone could do to help him. She didn't like to admit it, not even to herself, but she loved him. She really did. She hadn't felt this way about anyone since she was a teenager. Whenever she was with Tony she would find herself staring at him and making excuses to talk to him; she even watched some of the crap movies he suggested so they'd have something else in common to talk about. She would grin and sometimes even giggle when she received a text or email from him. Of course she could never tell him or anyone. Tony loved women, lots of women and she didn't know if she could trust him to be faithful to her if they ever ended up together, that scared her but the thought that she had dropped her barriers and let someone else in after being hurt so many times before.

A while later McGee was lying back in his chair softly sleeping and Ziva had her head rested on her left arm which was draped across her desk while she doodled on her note pad. Suddenly the lift doors which led into the squad room opened with a beep and Gibbs stepped out… followed by two of the agents from the other team with a battered Anthony Dinozzo held between them.

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