Welcome to installment numero quatro. Some Zick loving below. (That's Ziva and Nick btw, I just wanted to give them a name... Niva or Zick? Lol you chose!)

So I'm going to tell you something you didn't know, because I feel like it. I don't own NCIS. I own the CIA sheesh, way better! So watch out I have many trained killers at my fingertips!

Chapter Four

When they arrived at Nick's apartment Ziva walked straight through and locked herself in his bathroom stepping in to his shower quickly. He had to run inside to grab money to pay for the agitated Taxi driver waiting outside. When he got back in side his apartment he locked his door and headed over to his bathroom to discover Ziva was still in there he shook his head and wandered in to his kitchen pulling out a glass and getting a drink of water. His fridge was empty; it was always empty unless he knew he would be in DC for longer than a week.

When Ziva stepped out the shower she walked in to his bedroom and started rummaging through his clothing. She found a pair of her pants in one of his drawers; she had dumped a load of clothes in his apartment a few weeks ago. She got dressed quickly and climbed in to his bed, while Nick had run for his shower. When he walked in to his room a few minutes later he chuckled.

"Comfortable Ziva?" He asked of her. She smiled and nodded, patting the bed next to her. He rolled his eyes but collapsed next to her and almost instantly fell asleep. Both slept through until Nick's alarm clock sounded early the next morning, he groaned and turned it off. Rolling over and trying to go back to sleep, he came face to face with Ziva who had her eyes closed still. He grinned at her and was about to start flicking her hair around when she spoke to him.

"Try it and die Nick." He chuckled as she rolled on to her back and sighed heavily. "What time is it?" she asked of her partner.

"0630, you slept in David." He mocked she always woke up before him without fail. It was normally about 0500 when she rolled out of bed. He would wake up anywhere between 0600 and 0700, although it was getting to be earlier with his new partner. Her early morning habits rubbing off on him.

"Mike called yet?" She asked as she slowly sat up and threw the covers off her body. Nick shook his head at her and she nodded. "So, does this mean we get the day off? Or does he expect us to go back to NCIS?" Nick shrugged and fell back against the pillows on his bed as Ziva pottered around in his bathroom. By 0700 Nick eventually rolled out of bed and wandered towards his kitchen, he opened his fridge forgetting it was empty and sighed. He heard Ziva chuckle as she picked up his car keys.

"I'll go and get breakfast shall I?" She asked and he nodded enthusiastically. She had slipped on a pair of combat trousers and a black cami top. She walked out of his apartment and down a series of steps until she came to the front of the building. She unlocked his car and drove off. When she got back Nick was hovering at the entrance to his apartment for her. She slowed the car down and he got in.

"CIA called, got to go down there and be yelled at for losing our badges and guns. Oh and fill in some paperwork. What did yah buy, ooh donuts?" He munched happily on the gooey food and Ziva shook her head as she drove off to the CIA headquarters. It was almost ten o clock until they finally collapsed in to their shared office. Ziva slammed the paperwork down at her desk and Nick chuckled at her. He pulled his first sheet off the top of the pile and scanned it.

"I swear we didn't produce this much damage, in Canada. There are pages of things here!" Nick scoffed. Ziva smirked; his pile was certainly larger than her own. Mainly because he had a tendency to cause a lot more damage than she did and because the damage she did cause was normally people dying. "I need a P.A." he mumbled as he began filling in boxes and typing up reports. "Doesn't help that we just had a two hour lecture on responsibility!" He mumbled again.

Gibbs woke up to his cell phone buzzing, it was 0600, nobody was at the office and they had a case. He flipped the phone open and answered it while getting out of bed. He had spoken to Vance yesterday and tried to persuade him to let them keep the case, Vance hadn't seemed to enthusiastic about fighting with the CIA over a dead body. He had however promised to come to some form of agreement. Vance had later told him that he would be working with the CIA on this case, Gibbs had glared and sulked but Vance was firm. Work with or lose the case.

"Gibbs."

"Need you to go to CIA headquarters to meet with a Michael Smith. He's going to read you in on what he can on the Farrington case. No need to take your team." Vance said before flipping his phone shut. Gibbs groaned and got showered and dressed and was out of his house by 0630. It took him longer to get to the CIA then it did to get to NCIS so he arrived by 0700. He was met at the front desk by a man in a sharp suit.

"Agent Gibbs?" Gibbs nodded and shook the man's hand. "Michael Smith, come through to my office." Gibbs followed the man to an elevator and then to his office. It was at the end of a long corridor with several offices off it. Gibbs could see people working in the rooms and yet some were pitch black inside. "Most of them are out of town, I doubt this corridor has ever been full." He said realising Gibbs was examining the offices. He held open his office door at the end.

"They work for you?" Gibbs asked taking in the plush interior of the office and realised he was here a lot. Probably more than the other officers were in the other offices down the corridor.

"Not work for, I'm their superior. They report to me and I keep track of them. This is a lot more difficult than it sounds." He chuckled sitting down on the other side of the desk. "Now, the Farrington case, I believe that your director has had some words and managed to wangle a joint investigation?" It was a question that required no answer; it was obvious that Agent Smith was more than aware of the situation.

"He said you needed to read me in on something."

"Yes, you're going to be working with two of our agents on this, Agent David and Clarke. You've met them both already, and they should be on their way here. Although they will be needing to collect new ID badges. This will be the seventh set Nick has had since he started here." Smith shook his head and looked at Gibbs.

"Now we appreciate that you have jurisdiction over Janine Farrington as she was a naval officer. However, Lewis Farrington was actually an … informant to the CIA. He proved the information that caused us to send David and Clarke to Serbia a few weeks ago."

"Lewis Farrington worked for a pharmaceutical company in DC, how is he and informant?" Gibbs demanded.

"Correct he worked in pharmaceuticals; it wasn't the type of company that sold morphine to the nearest hospital. Farrington got in deep and his wife put him in touch with a friend she has here. He's been working from the inside to bring down the company."

"Why CIA, not FBI?"

"It's an outside company, the owner is Serbian, and most of the trade happens outside of American soil. It would have fallen in to our jurisdiction anyway, except now Farrington is dead." Smith finished.

"You think he was caught out."

"Unsure,' Smith shrugged, 'he had some information, very important information, on a USB drive. We know for a fact you didn't recover it from the house."

"So its missing, what was on the drive?" Gibbs asked.

"Need to know." Smith said and Gibbs glared. "CIA needs to know, but they don't. We think it's the location of a terrorist group going to buy some of Nasri's pharmaceuticals less pharmaceutical drugs." Smith said and Gibbs nodded.

"What information have you got on this?" Gibbs asked and Smith supplied Gibbs with a few files that the man began flicking through instantly. "Where are David and Clarke? They coming here or going straight to NCIS?" He asked.

"Err; they aren't aware that they will be working on this with you yet. Fisher is going to call up when he's let them go."

"Fisher?" Gibbs queried.

"Lecturing them on losing their badges probably, he was meant to hand over the badges and let them go but knowing Fisher they'll be there for three hours." Smith told him. "If you want to head over to NCIS I can send them over when they show up."

"Nah, I'll hang around." Gibbs said. He leaned back in the chair and continued poring over the files in his hand. After about half an hour Smith's phone rang. He grumbled a few times and was silent for a few minutes before muttering 'thanks Fish' and hanging up the phone. Shortly after a resounding thud came from the corridor outside the office. Smith stood up and indicated for Gibbs to do similar.

"David and Clarke are back, I'm guessing one of them is unhappy with the amount of paperwork they have to do. Lets see if they appreciate what I'm going to go and tell them shall we?"

Ziva glared at Nick again. He was humming loudly, on purpose. She threw a wad of paper at his head and he lobbed it back at her. A knock at the door stopped Ziva from throwing her stapler at Nick she placed the device back on the table as the door opened and Mike Smith walked in. Ziva caught sight of Gibbs over his shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him. Mike glanced between the suspicious look on Ziva's face and the hopeful one on Nicks and bit back a smirk.

"You'll be working with NCIS on the Farrington case."

"Why us, we only just got back and are kind of over loaded with paperwork." Ziva said before Mike had a chance to even close his mouth following his orders.

"You worked the information Farrington gave us, Clarke's been on this job for a year now. Minus his detour." Mike said referring to Nick's rescue of Ziva. It had been spare of the moment when he had been in Somalia after tracking down a different terrorist cell. He spent a month with her, in Somalia and then in Louisiana until she became his partner.

"Sure, find the info kill the bad guys blow up the terrorist home base." Nick said standing up and grabbing his gear. Mike rolled his eyes at him. He wouldn't normally correct him but he felt to, given current company.

"No Nick, you have to arrest the bad guy and return the USB drive to base. I'll tell you where you're going then." He said before walking off. Nick nodded at Gibbs who was hovering in the doorway.

"Looks like we get to work together Agent Gibbs." He said. Gibbs only glared at him.

"You realise Nick at this rate we'll have to retire in a few months just to take care of all the paperwork?" Ziva muttered as she walked past him out of their door.

"Good isn't it? What my grandfather used to say, why put off until tomorrow when you can avoid doing it altogether?"

"You are too happy about this." She decided as they all got in to the elevator.

"What's not to be happy about? I hate that office, it's so small and bullets ricochet off the walls like you wouldn't believe." He said. Gibbs was stood at the front of the elevator, Ziva at the back and Nick was leaning against the wall glancing between the two of them. "I haven't been in the field in America in years. I've missed it." He sighed.

"Don't get shot will you?" Ziva asked as the elevator doors opened. Nick chuckled and promised her he wouldn't. When they got outside to the parking lot Gibbs turned to the two agents and they stopped and fell silent from their bickering.

"David ride with me, you know the way to the navy yard right Clarke is it?" Gibbs said.

"Yes sir I sure do. Don't go murdering her though, I like this partner." Nick said carefully extracting his car keys from Ziva's hand as she still had them from that morning. He smiled at her and walked over to his car and pulled out of the car park. Ziva was still standing near Gibbs' car not really wanting to get in. Gibbs glared at her before getting in himself and turning the engine on. She took a deep breath and got in to the passenger seat. Gibbs tore out of the car park and was pleasantly surprised that she didn't react in any way. In was another few minutes before he spoke.

"Fourteen weeks, and you were working for the CIA?" Gibbs asked his tone light.

"No, only seven weeks, the day after your departure from Tel Aviv I flew out to Somalia. One week later my cover got blown and I spent the next twenty five days having the crap beat out of me."

"You could have called." Gibbs said, reiterating the phrase she had said to Tony only a year ago.

"Yes, I could have when I was in the hospital in Louisiana, but I didn't want to … I couldn't … I didn't…"

"Want us to see or hear from you while you were in hospital?" He said and she hung her head and sighed, muttering a quiet yes. "Ziva, you literally got me my memory back when I was in hospital. You saw me at my worst so I wouldn't have thought any less of you."

"I was going to go back to DC to see you all when I was released from hospital." She said half heartedly as Gibbs stopped at a set of traffic lights.

"Why didn't you?" Gibbs looked at her and she smiled softly.

"I was never discharged, Nick came one night and we climbed out of the window and got on a flight to Canada by morning. Mike had to cover for me, for us."

"What, you should have stayed in the hospital if you …"

"My wounds were superficial; it was mainly my ego that was bruised for being caught." She replied smiling at him. "Just bruises and cuts." She smiled.

"Your arm isn't superficial."

"No, well that happened in my first week in the cell, it was practically healed when I got to Louisiana." Gibbs grunted and pulled in to the parking lot outside of NCIS and climbed out. It was almost half ten now and his team would no doubt be questioning his lateness. Gibbs walked with Ziva in to the building; she was fiddling on her phone as they waited for the elevator.

"Got another secret partner somewhere?" Gibbs asked as she put her phone in her pocket. She shook her head and followed him in to the elevator.

"Told Nick we are here and to go up to the squad room upon his arrival." Gibbs nodded and pushed the button for the squad room. The elevator ride was silent and Gibbs got off first walking out confidently he took a moment to realise Ziva was no longer falling in to step next to him. She was now half a foot behind him, typing out a text on her phone; she frowned and snapped the phone shut. "Something wrong David?"

"Nothing, where do you want me?" She asked as they reached the squad room. Tony and Tim were watching her while Agent Carson was too engrossed in her work. Gibbs pointed to the desk near McGee, behind the partition and Ziva walked over to it and sat down booting the computer up quickly and being met by a folder on her desk courtesy of Gibbs. She thanked him before burying her head in it. She had read through the entire case by the time Nick arrived, he apologised to Gibbs and provided him with his favourite coffee, as well as Tony, Tim and Lucy's favourite coffee's. He took a seat on Ziva's desk.

"Fill me in?" He whispered to her. She glowered at him and he got off the desk and sat down on a neighbouring one. "Sorry, there was traffic… and I wanted to put you through hell. I'm just that kind of guy!"

"I knew that already, fill yourself in." She said handing over the file, he groaned and snatched the file from her playfully and began reading through it. Gibbs called Ziva over to him after Nick took the file; she went and hovered over his desk. "Yes?"

"Come with me; want to go see what Abby has for me." Ziva nodded and walked out of the room beside Gibbs. Tony watched them leaving a jealous expression on his face. Nick smirked at this and despite knowing Ziva would probably shoot him or something later for doing so he poked his head around the partition.

"What's with those two, were they an item back when Ziva was here?" He asked Tim and Tony looked at him horrified. Lucy Carson intrigued lifted her head from her work.

"No!" Tony almost yelled. "Gibbs is like her father, Gibbs and Ziva wouldn't…"

"Didn't he leave her in Israel, to subsequently get beaten up and practically bleed to death only to be rescued by a young dashing CIA agent who was on the verge of screwing up his own mission?"

"Yes, no, she chose to stay in Israel."

"Not what the report said, report said Gibbs made a choice and it was to leave her behind. Guess somebody made a typo!" He said disappearing behind the partition again. Tony glared at the wall where Nick was humming quietly. He gripped his pen tightly in his hand before letting it drop sharply on to his desk. Tony really hated that guy, more than he hated Trent Kort. He hated all CIA agents on principle, same with FBI agents.

So that was chapter four. You'll get another update sometime tomorrow, I FINALLY did the last chapter.

Plus no more exams. Finals are OVER officially. Plus plus I'm going on holiday in six days so as there are six more chapters of this that's a chapter a day! Lucky you. =]

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