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Chapter 10

While Tony was running upstairs to reach Ziva's apartment, he couldn't stop thinking over Gibbs's suspicions over Dr. Atwood. He was a little divided. Dr. Atwood was a strange man, but Tony didn't have the heart to believe him dangerous. The man stroked him as gentle and compassion in an odd way. 'Like a father should be' his subconscious supplied. In the other hand, there was Gibbs and his infamous gut feelings. 'Sure he seems a little on the edge these days, but his gut feelings are never wrong'.

Shaking away his conflicts and doubts over the situation, he focused on the task at hand. They had just arrived at Ziva's floor when a man, dressed in what Tony considered the ugliest suit he had ever saw, leave her apartment, carrying a package under his arms. Before Tony could blink his eyes, Gibbs had reached the man, immobilized him against the corridor wall and started to question his identity; the older man was in full grizzly bear/ marine mode.

It didn't take long to Ziva showed up over her door with her guns at hand, ready to help her fellow Mossad Officer. Her eyes were blazing in fury and only the fact that she had recognized them in seconds had prevent her from shooting first and ask questions later and for that, Tony was extremely grateful.

"Gibbs! What the hell are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" Gibbs shouted back

"We got a phone call warning that you were in trouble" Tony offered as an explanation "We came here to rescue a damsel in distress".

"That sweat pants you're wearing are the only distress I'm suffering. Where did you get them? Salvation Army??" Ziva said, allowing the familiar banter with Tony to calm her.

"Actually, they belonged to Gibbs." Tony quipped back smiling and eager to hear Ziva's excuse herself out of that situation.

"Are you just about done?" Gibbs said impatiently.

"Excuse-me! What about me?" The trapped Mossad Officer said, getting the attention from the NCIS agents.

Ziva picked up the package on the floor and after eyeing her fellow officer, said "This is Officer Gavish, The Israeli Embassy courier. My apartment has been compromised and he was send here to pick up some documents and relocate-me to a different one."

Gibbs speculated a few seconds over these informations before letting the man go. The Mossad Officer didn't take long to disappear from the floor, looking warily over his shoulders all the way though the elevator.

"And you didn't call me, why?" Gibbs asked her.

Ziva looked into his eyes for a moment and answered him "Protocol."

Snorting his opinion over her answer, he walked into her apartment, followed by his agents. He knew he had to do something fast, because someone was playing with him and his team and whoever was doing this made it seamed something disturbingly easy to do. First Ducky, then Tony and now Ziva… the phone calls… Gibbs needed to get control over the situation!

"Call McGee. Tell him to bring Dr. Atwood in. I want to ask him some questions. Call HQ and have them send a team here to process the scene." He said looking at Tony and when the young man left to make the phone calls he said to Ziva "When are you getting the tapes?"

It was true that she was a little pissed with his father over the 24/7 surveillance team on her door step, but today she couldn't be happier at her father indiscretion "How did you…"

"When?" Gibbs repeated.

Ziva took a deep breath and said "In a couple hours."

"Get those tapes and meet us back at the HQ. You have an hour." And eith that he left the apartment.