Hello to everyone! Thank you all so much for the reviews, I loved recieving everyone of them! Okay, I wrote this and the following chapters while under the influence of "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. So, there will be references to them from now on, but not really big ones. Oh, and a reference to a season 4 (i think?) episode, you know, the one where they go to edenvale...

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Chapter 5: You ain't gonna get anywhere by sleeping around

"Ain't snoopin' around, we just helping out our neighbours," the woman winked, "keepin' an eye on 'em." A large cloud of smoke puffed out of her cigarette. Ziva coughed delicately.

Tony and Ziva had been sent to interview some of the neighbours to find possible suspects. Mrs May Gregory was only too eager to help.

"We like to keep tight knit 'round here, look out for robbers and the likes. Now, you said that Aisha and Mack were murdered? Knew somethin' fishy was going on," May winked once again, before taking a large puff. Ziva turned around, trying to stop coughing.

"And why would you say that, ma'am?" Tony was taking notes, his nose slightly wrinkled.

"Noticed a few strange cars 'round the neighbourhood recently," May stated, sitting down in the wicker chair on the porch, "We know everyone's cars around here, we mainly drive old bombers and the sorts. But when you see a flashy black car," she motioned to Tony and Ziva's car, "Ya know that these people are strangers."

"Did you see a number plate, Mrs Gregory?" Tony asked as politely as possible. This old woman strangely reminded him of a Mrs Dubose from 'To Kill A Mockingbird', other than the fact that she didn't scream her head off at him and that he wasn't ten or so, and definitely not a girl….but he could have been Jem…

"Yup. Actually, got better. Wait a sec, kid," May disappeared inside.

"Remind you of a case, Zee?" Tony asked. Ziva nodded. It was like that time back at Edenvale, except the neighbour was creepier and a guy.

May came out again and noticed Tony and Ziva's close proximity.

"You two together?" May asked, then continued rapidly before Tony and Ziva could say anything, "Well, I don't get you young people today. You fall in love and move in together, quite against the morals of us old people. In our days, if my pap found me standing that close together with my husband-to-be, I would have gotten a right spankin'. Now, here we go." She produced several pictures. Ziva examined them, seeing the number plate quite clearly. There seemed to be two cars, each with dark tinted windows. Ziva could spot a faint outline displaying the person who was spying, and she could just make out a binocular.

"Tony, look," She pointed out her findings to him. He nodded grimly.

"I showed these to Aisha," May piped up, "Her face went ashy. Maybe she knew these people?"

"Thank you very much for your help, ma'am," Ziva smiled. They were picking up their bags when Mrs Gregory stopped them.

"Wait, I thought I knew your eyes young man. That child of theirs, Ada, has exactly your eyes," May pointed to Tony's eyes, "And she looks just like you too. Any connection?" May was glancing back and forth at Ziva and Tony.

"Oh, no, we have no connection to her. Nearly half the world seems to have my eyes," Tony lied, smiling away as charmingly as he could.

"Oh, you can tell old May a secret," she took a puff of that ghastly cigarette, "Any time you wanna talk, just give me a call, young man. Anyway, good luck!" She waved at the retreating figures of Tony and Ziva, then shouted, "Remember to get married soon! You ain't gonna get anywhere by sleepin' around!"

"Definitely nosy," Tony confirmed, shivering at her last comment. Ziva could only nod, choking slightly.

"Car registered to Mr Gregory Harland," McGee announced as he ran the plate, "No criminal record, nothing. Pays his taxes, has a wife."

"Other car belongs to Aaron Smith," Tony leant back in his chair, "Nothing too. Though this car's been reported as stolen two weeks ago."

"McGee!" Gibbs barked, "With me. Get Harland's address. We're paying him a visit." McGee quickly geared up, and ran to the elevator, leaving Ziva and Tony alone in the elevator.

"Still think this is Mossad?" Tony walked over to her desk.

"I don't know what my father wants to do Tony," Ziva hissed back, "But it's strange, because my father should not know that Ada even exists. Her birth was secret, and she was registered as Aisha's child….I would not know how he found out." Ziva ran her fingers through her hair.

"Maybe it's not Mossad…." Tony suggested.

"Well, we'll just have to find out."

Gibbs pulled up outside the house of Gregory Harland. Slamming the door behind him, he began to walk up to the house.

Two knocks and a girl answered.

"Hi, who are you?" Her blonde hair was swept up in a ponytail.

Gibbs flashed his badge, and a look of fear passed over the girl's face.

"Mum!" The girl called. A brunette woman appeared in a few seconds.

"Yes?" The woman asked. She was wearing an apron and stirring a bowl of batter.

"Ma'am, Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS," Gibbs announced, then pointed to McGee, "Timothy McGee." McGee smiled awkwardly.

"Elizabeth Harland. What can I do to help you, Special Agent Gibbs?" The woman's expression was nonchalant.

"Does Gregory Harland live here?" Gibbs asked. He noticed that the woman bit her lip.

"Greg's out, currently. What do you want to do with my husband?" The woman's voice turned suspicious, and she shifted to almost act as if she was barring the doorway.

"I just want to have a little conversation with him, ma'am. Would you know where he is?"

"No, I don't. Now, if you please, I would like to get back to the pancakes," she hinted blatantly, "Goodbye, Agent Gibbs." Gibbs knew that this woman was hiding secrets, and was all too interested to find out. Yet that could wait.

"Thank you for your time, Mrs Harland," Gibbs smiled as warmly as he could, before going down the steps with McGee following him.

Suddenly, a dark car pulled up in the house's driveway, and a man got out. He wore huge bronze-rimmed glasses, with straight, light brown hair. His fingers were long and slender, and he shut the door of his car. Under his right arm was tucked an oblong brown paper package. He pushed his glasses up his nose, and turned towards the house. He spotted Gibbs and McGee, and immediately opened the car. He looked like he was going to make a run for it.

The car backed out of the driveway rapidly, but Gibbs shot a tire and it halted, squealing. Gibbs and McGee lifted their guns, advancing towards the car.

"Federal Agents. Get out of you car, sir," Gibbs barked. A shot grazed Gibbs' shoulder.

Gibbs took action immediately. Another shot rang out, and lodged itself in the man's right shoulder. A cry of pain was heard.

Gibbs ran to the car, and opened the door, revealing the man nursing his shoulder.

"NCIS. You're under arrest," Gibbs handcuffed the man, and led him out.

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