AN: reviews please just to let me know how I'm doing

Also if people saw last week's NCIS 'two-faced' OMG I really don't like C.. He doesn't exist in this fan- fiction because he isn't attractive enough nor does he have a good enough reason to exist than to keep Tiva from happening.

She pulled his hand off her arm and turned the handle of the door. Just before she left she glanced at the man who had made her scream in ecstasy the night before.

As tears began to form in her eyes she left.

She stood outside, and then realised that they had driven in her car.

Ha with hell am I going to give him a lift. He can get a taxi, or better still he can ask that EJ to drive him in. They can do some economy saving or something like that.

Tony stood in his doorway, watching her go. Unlike Ziva he wasn't thinking about car sharing, he was wondering what she had been talking about.

He replayed the conversation in his head.

What did she mean when she said 'More like who?' wait a minute did she mean EJ? How would she know?

He walked into his bedroom and his first thought was,

This room smells like sex.

He should really check for missed called from Gibbs or McNosey. His phone had a message on the screen. It was open.

'Hey T I take it you didn't tell her about us. Hope you had fun with the Iranian agent. EJ x'

It's Israeli! Crap

He joined the dots.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked into the bullpen with a coffee in his right hand and a Caf-Pow in his left. He had called Abby in as soon as the news came through. Barrett was going to be joining them permanently. He knew that she would be the most affected by the news. She didn't want anything happening to their 'family'. She certainly didn't like her style of asking questions or wanting information. She didn't have Gibbs-sense. She came at all the wrong times.

'Abbs'

He handed her the caffeine drink.

' look what I found! I was getting bored so I was looking at the cameras that McGee hooked me up to. It's really great I can pretty much look anywhere I want except for the lift and the toilets. But then who would want to look into...'

'Abby!'

'Sorry Bossman. Its Tony's car. It was here all night. I mean it could mean that he is in, but its 7am, since when does tony come in early. The only plausible conclusion is that he went home with someone else.'

She looked at the silver haired fox for some reaction but before any reaction could be read, her phone rang.

'The lab of Abby Scuito, Abby speaking... uha...Gibbs it's for you.'

Taking the phone, listening to the speaker for a few seconds he put the phone down.

'Abbs get them all down here, we got a dead Marine.'

It took about half the day before the two of them spoke. Gibbs decided that a bloody crime scene at the park wasn't ideal to discuss rule number 12. Obviously he didn't know for sure who it was, but he had his inclinations.

'Ducky we got a time of death yet?'

'well Jethro, it seems that poor Mr Hawthorne here was killed by well the TV. The heavy object seemed to have been thrown on poor little Harry here a few times. Did you know that the television is the second most common household item used to kill, second only to knives? Its funny my grandmother always told me that the television would... '

'Ducky time of death!'

'Around 12 hours ago.'

'David McGee see what you can get from the witnesses. Dinozzo come with me we're going to see what the wife has to say. '

The whole journey, Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't say a word to his senior field agent. It was weird. Gibbs usually didn't say much but he didn't even comment on Dinozzo's driving, which was a first. The interview with the wife went the usual way. Well she cried, she sobbed, she even yelled. Her alibi even checked out.

McGee looked at Ziva as she was interviewing the witnesses. It seemed that one of the neighbours heard a bang and a scream. It sure didn't fit with Ducky's theory of him being hit with a TV a few times, which is weird because Ducky is very rarely wrong.

As soon as they got all the information they needed, they walked towards the van so they could get back to the office and fill in the boss.

'Ziva, do you know where Tony was last night?'

'Now why would you ask that McGee?' her tone scared him.

He couldn't know, its McGee. He doesn't notice anything. He is too wired up with his technology, ha wired up

She controlled her laughter and looked at McGee for an answer.

'Well his car was left at NCIS last night, so it means that he must have gone home with someone last night. Abby reckons that it may...'

'McGee I have never, nor do I now care about his whereabouts in his spare time. He is my partner at work not my life partner. Who he does or doesn't sleep with is none of my business anymore.'

Shit I hope he didn't catch the anymore. You know maybe I'll give him a chance to explain. Maybe I should speak him out. No no hear him on. Yes I will hear him on.

'Anymore?' He whispered. Tim was frightened for his life. He knew that there was some sexual tension between the two partners and now he was prying. She could kill him so easily. Not to mention she was driving.

She didn't answer pretending she didn't hear him and he didn't repeat himself.

McGee went down to see Abby to tell her about the conversation between himself and Ziva. Gibbs was in Vance's office discussing well more like arguing about an arrest for a previous case. Ziva started to look into the neighbours some more. Something seemed cheesy, no fishy.

Agent Barrett had just entered the elevator to see Tony standing there with his head down. He looked up to see her and so many emotions were waiting to be thrown at the agent that had ruined his barely started relationship with Ziva.

'you do know that she's Isreali right?' he needed to say something.

'You tell her us about us?'

'There was nothing to tell'

She stepped closer towards him. His breath hitched.

'so you aren't attracted to me then?' her hand went to his collar. She tugged his nearer.

Tony didn't want this. Or did he?

She leaned in for a kiss and just as she did the elevator doors opened to a confused and downright hurt Ziva.

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