A/N: Disclaimer: Still own nothing...
1. Another short one. Sorry. I hope the quality is better than the quantity)))


Tony drove.

He wasn't sure where he was going. He just drove.

Accelerate. Clutch. Third.

He didn't really need to concentrate.

The vehicles rhythm was soothing. It was familiar.

Abby's words ran through his mind – his contemplation a distraction.

"...At least ask yourself, WWGD?"

Accelerate. Clutch. Fourth.

He just made the green light.

What Would Gibbs Do?

Tony liked to think he'd learned a thing or two about his boss over the years.

Accelerate. Clutch. Fifth.

The fact he was speeding didn't matter. Speed felt good.


He'd turned off the main road miles ago.

He didn't realise where he was until he'd pulled to a stop.

It was the place he'd found Ziva.

Stepping out of the car, he slowly walked forwards.

The blood-stain was still clearly visible.

...the warm, red slick beneath his hands.

He could still feel it.

Tears burned his eyes and bile burned his throat.

Tony shook his head, as though to banish the memory.

...W.W.G.D?

His vision cleared.

He sat on his haunches, and looked at the scene through an investigator's eyes.

No longer did his mind's eye see his partner lying there, blood pooling beneath her.

Instead he saw a crime scene.

He saw scuff marks and footprints and blood-spatter and hairs and fibres.

He saw evidence.

What would Gibbs do?

He'd catch the bastard.


A/N: So... what did you think???