Tony and Ziva had been
on a stakeout all day, on their suspect, this time, whom the actual
serial killer.
He'd finally packed up and went home, his
whereabouts were unknown to both Tony and Ziva.
Bored from staying in their current "home" Tony decided he was going to take Ziva out to dinner, Italian, obviously.
As they were halfway through their meal, Tony's cell phone vibrated in his right pocket of his pants. He groaned, setting the fork down and pulling his phone out of his pants, causing Ziva to look up at him.
"DiNozzo" said Tony, not bothering to check the caller ID.
"DiNozzo, get your
ass down to the alleyway 3 blocks north of your house, the suspect
was sighted there two minutes ago"
Gibbs
hung up without giving Tony a chance to reply.
Tony ripped the napkin off his lap, quickly rubbed what food was left off his face, threw it on the table, grabbed his coat and almost ran out the door.
"TONY" Shouted Ziva, he turned around "What the hell are you doing? And where are you going?"
Crap. Tony had forgotten to tell Ziva.
"Gibbs just called, our Italian intel has spotted the suspect in the alleyway 3 city blocks north of our so called home"
"Oh" was all Ziva said as she grabbed her bag and ran out the door closely behind Tony.
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Tony and Ziva made it to the alley in record timing, obviously Ziva was driving.
They both had their guns drawn as they quietly made their way down the alley, pressed against the stone walls, Ziva removed her shoes since the heels made too much noise and they were killing her feet.
The first thing they saw was their suspect crouched, then he ran down the alleyway, somehow he had spotted them. Tony and Ziva both fired off a couple of shots in his direction, but he was too quick for them.
They were about to turn away and walk back to their car when Ziva suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Something is not right" said Ziva cautiously as she scanned the area for any signs of human life.
"Is your spidey sense tingling again?" asked Tony.
"No, Tony, seriously, look, what is wrong with this picture?"
"It's missing rats and a lot of trash?"
"Tony! Seriously! Before he ran off he was crouched down, as if he was talking to someone"
"Whoa, you're right... but who? Or what?"
"Over there" Ziva pointed to three visible fingers poking out behind the dumpster"
"Oh whoa" said Tony.
They approached cautiously, slowly seeing all of the woman who was laying on the ground next to the dumpster, three holes in her chest.
What they really weren't expecting was the little girl with medium length straight black hair, no older than five, covered in whom they presumed to be her mother's blood....