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With one, smooth stroke of his wrist, Gibbs pulled his glasses from his nose and threw them onto his desk. Weaving his fingers together, he placed his hands on his head and arched his back against his chair. A few pops here and there sounded across the bullpen. Ziva noticed her co-worker's figure and raised her brow.

With a swift kick, she pushed herself from underneath her desk, and slide her chair towards his desk. Quietly, though, slid his computer monitor over, revealing him to her; his eyes were closed and his hands heavy on his head. Ziva's eyes followed the withered lines on his face; his lips dry and chapped; his eyes—

"Can I help you with something Ms. David?"

Startled, Ziva jumped slightly. She momentarily paused, quickly thinking of an excuse to give.

"Just worried about you is all," defended Ziva.

"Is that so?" Gibbs whispered, still having not opened his eyes. "Why is this?"

Ziva didn't how to reply, but suddenly Gibbs did it for her.

Gibbs leaned over his desk and brushed away her hair from her cheek, giving it a soft kiss.

"Thank you, Ziva," he whispered, and cupped her cheek in his hand. "I owe you for so much."

Ziva smiled into his hand and cupped her own hand over his.

"That is not necessary, " she said and stood from her chair. "For I owe you so much as well. . . . Even?"

"Even."

Suddenly Gibbs's cell phone began ringing; Tony, the receiver read. Gibbs flashed it at Ziva, winking as he flipped it open.

"Someone better be dying, DiNozzo!"

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I haven't forgotten about you; especially, not on our anniversary. I've been watching you. Why so sad? I'm going to turn that frown upside. It's time for some fun.

pg. 92'

"What is the significance of pg. 92', I wonder?"

Ducky and Carmen were sitting by Ducky's desk. As soon as his words left his lips he suddenly realized its significance, and before Carmen could answer, he added: "1992 was when your mother was murdered." The doctor nodded sadly. "I am so sorry, my dear."

A moment of silence filled the autopsy room before Ducky's office phone began to chime.

"Yes, Jethro?"

A few moments passed before Ducky's face fell.

"Oh my."

Ducky replaced the receiver back to its modem and turned back to Carmen with an expression that struck fear in Carmen's stomach.

"What is it Ducky?"

"Its Timothy. He's been shot."

"Oh my god," Carmen gasped. "Where?—How?—"

Ducky shook his head; he did not know himself.

Lightly grasping Carmen's arm, Ducky guided her to the elevator. He needed to tell Abby.

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Carmen, Abby, and Ducky exited from the NCIS. Before them, just outside the doors, they saw an awful sight: a body resting still on the ground with Tony hovering over it. Gibbs or Ziva were no where in sight.

"Tim!"

Abby screamed and ran to his side.

Carmen and Ducky exchanged glances before proceeding towards the body. They came upon a sight that shocked them.

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"Gibbs do you think this has any relation to the letter you received today?"

Gibbs stopped packing the knit and looked to his co-worker.

"I hope not for all our sakes."

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"Oh god McGee! You can't do this!" Abby had lept to McGee's side and was hugging and thrashing his body from side to side. She cradled his head in her arms. "I love you McGee you can't leave me! . . . please don't leave me!" Abby managed to speak in between gasps and cries.

"I'm . . . so sorry . . . for your loss," Tony said dramatically, more than what was warranted for this kind of situation.

"Tony," she started, but quick with her senses, she sensed a hint of sarcasm in Tony's voice. She saw a slight twitch in his lips. She turned back to McGee. His eyes were closed but a smirk on his face.

Abby immediately dropped McGee head on the pavement and stood up.

"Owe! Abby!" rang McGee.

"How dare you! Shut up DiNozzi. Grr, I am going to kill you for real McGee!"

"Abby!" screeched McGee. He guarded his face with his arms.

"How could you! . . . pretending to be dead."

Suddenly without warning, Abby balled his fist, and punched Tony in his arm as hard as she could.

"Owe, what was that for?" Tony asked defensively, rubbing his arm.

Abby was just about to kick McGee in his ribs when a voice sounded around them. They all turned to find Gibbs and Ziva with knits in hand.

"What's the hell going on here!"

"Nothing I can't handle Gibbs," Abby said turning her body back towards McGee. She was just about to kick him in the ribs again when Gibbs suddenly grasped her arms, stopping her motion.

He re-gripped his hands mid-arm and pressed his lips against her ear. He spoke below a whisper; "There's no amount of pain you could inflict as I can. . ."

As Gibbs whispered into Abby's ears, her red, luscious lips curls in a wicked smile. He stepped back, observing the monster he created; Abby eyed the man on the ground with contempt, then turned to Tony. His smile had faded into a nervous frown while watching Abby transform anger into revenge.

"I'd watch your backs; there's a bite lingering for your asses."

With that being said, Abby turned and walked back towards the building, leaving the entire teams' eyes following after her, baffled and terrified.

Although with what had transpired with the recurrence with Gibbs's case, and the eventual ass beating he'd received from Gibbs, Tony thought it nice to see a little smirk play across Gibbs's face.

"Now that Tony and McFried have a death wish, let's begin."

Tony and Ziva photographed the scene: pictures of McGee, possible witnesses or possible shooters, and buildings with angles with possibles shooting ranges. Gibbs interviewed witnesses, all with no useable information. Ducky was not needed; no body to examine or release, but he expected McGee to visit later on the account of the humungous bruise forming on his chest. Carmen took samples of the projectile; an actual bullet with a red tip.

"You're lucky McGee," Carmen said examining the red substance on his shirt. McGee lightly nodded. "The shooter used an actually bullet."

McGee's brows knitted together. "How am I—"

"Alive?" Carmen frowned. "I am wondering that myself. If the intention wasn't to kill you, then why go to the trouble of rigging a bullet and fixing a red tip? Why not just use a red paint ball? The shooter would have had a low impact gun with a low impact bullet—which you don't see often today—and easily could be traceable back to the shooter—unless he made the bullet himself."

Gibbs, who was standing nearby, pecked his ear.

"Dissect the bullet open, dump some of its gunpowder out, fill the remaining space with red dye—But why go to that trouble?" She was repeating herself. "Why not use a red paint ball—hardly any work—unless his intentions were meant to be reprieved that if he wanted to kill you, he easily could have—he's watching us."

The team had encircled themselves around Carmen and McGee, listening very closely to what Carmen had to say. She stopped talking and noticed the team had swarmed around her.

"Interesting theory," Tony said. "You had obviously given this deep thought for so little time." Tony's expression changed into contempt. "You know, for all we know she could behind this all."

"What, Tony, what are you talking about?" Ziva said.

"Look at the facts: She joined NCIS just after we found another murdered mother and child. She even requested to be transfered to Gibbs's team." Carmen frowned. "I looked into your files. A year ago, today, you tried to be transformed to this team. Trying to be close to the team investigating her murders."

"Tony we chased down a man that day she joined NCIS," Ziva defended.

"So, she was working with partner."

"This is not a time to speculate," Ziva said.

Carmen shook her head, "Your crazy."

"Am I? And today? She wasn't with us, but down with the bodies of our latest victims. How convenient . . . trying to cover up evidence?"

"Tony, . . . Dr. Mallard asked me to assist him because Palmer was sick."

"Palmer's never sick, and even if he had a little cold, he never misses work . . . How do we know she didn't poison him?" He looked to Gibbs. Gibbs's face was still, listening intently to what Tony was saying. "She knew an awfully a lot about that bullet and what the murder was thinking; her partner."

Gibbs looked between Tony and Carmen; Was he actually considering this?

"Gibbs you are not actually thinking Tony's right?" Ziva said disbelieving. "This is so far-fetched. If Carmen was, then she wouldn't have told us about the bullet!?"

"She's trying to throw us off. Devoting just a enough information, so not suspect. Doing her job with NCIS, but keeping her cover as a murderer—"

Carmen had come face-to-face with Tony, and slapped him as hard as she could. Tony remained still, a smirk creeping across his face.

"Your such a fucking idiot, it pains me to even think you'd even try wrapping your head around his mind. This is way above your head."

"She had been playing us all along," Tony continued, ignoring Carmen's plead.

"You can't actually think that Tony," McGee said from below; he was still lying still on the pavement.

Tony stepped closer to Carmen.

"We should bring her into interrogation to see what she has to say because she hasn't said much."

A few moments passed before Carmen spoke.

"Unless I see some cold-hard evidence supporting this allegations, I'm out of here and your not going to stop me."

Carmen turned away from Tony and began walking towards the gate.

Ziva and McGee exchanged looks between each other, and Tony looked to Gibbs; looking for a small sign or signal to go after her. But Gibbs' eyes followed Carmen; watching her fade away in the background.

"Gibbs, if we let her go, she'll make a run for it. We'll never see her again." Tony was searching his face for answers but it came too late.

"Find the proof you need. You can bring her in after that. Ziva, trailer her, I want to know where she goes."

Tony shook his head, "Boss!?-"

"Do as I say." There was going to be no changing his mind. "Tony, finish here, use lasers, find out where that shoot came from. Ziva?"

She nodded and walked away.

"Boss?"

Gibbs looked down to McGee, still lying on the pavement.

"What about me?"

"After Tony has finished, go to the flower shops." Gibbs started to walk away.

"By myself?"

"Tony's gonna wanna prove his allegations right."

"What are you going to do!?"

Gibbs turned; this time it was Tony. His eyes were filled with anger.

"'Pologize to an old friend."

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On foot, Ziva followed Carmen out of the gates. Either, Carmen would take a cab or the bus. Ziva followed behind her a 100yds or so, popping behind structures if Carmen looked back.

After ten minutes of walking, she watched Carmen turned the block of an old brick structure. Ziva lost sight and jogged to the corner. She turned the corner and find the street empty; she lost Carmen. Then suddenly her arm was ripped, twisted, and press against her back, then her legging was kick from beneath her. She was forced to the ground with a weight pressed on her back. She struggled, but unable to wiggled out.

"I'm sorry for this, Ziva, but I need you to listen. . . . I am going to let you go, alright."

Carmen slowly released the pressure she applied on Ziva arm, watching carefully if she was going to popped and attack her. She didn't, and helped her to her feet.

"You could have just stopped me—didn't have to attack me."

"I didn't know if you were against me or with me."

"I am neither," Carmen faced tightened then nodded. "Until all is resolved."

Carmen nodded, "following is pointless. I'm not going to lead you anyway that pertains to this case. I promise you everything that Tony has speculated about is wrong."

"I believe, but—"

"But what?"

"What Tony had said is very convincing, how do we know that what he said isn't true. What if you are, actually what he says."

"I suppose you are gonna have to decide that for yourselves." Carmen was serious. She stared intensely into Ziva's eyes. This wasn't a time for games.

"Gibbs told me to trail you."

"Tell him you lost me."

"I can't do that. Look, its not personal."

"Then I will have to lose you."

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"Ducky what is going on?"

The older man looked over his spectacles at the silver-haired man.

He signed, "Whatever do you mean, my friend. I'm not playing this game any more Jethro. What exactly do you want."

Gibbs was taken back.

"Tell me about Carmen."

Ducky shook his head.

"So now you want to talk about her. You know, dear boy, if you weren't such a cold, pissed off old man, she would have confided in you earlier. But you pushed her away."

"So she confessed to you!?"

"Yes, but—"

Gibbs suddenly disappeared into the elevator, dialing his phone.

Ducky just might have agreed to the wrong thing.

"Come Ziva answer . . . answer . . ."

"Gibbs."

"Grab her. Ziva. Grab Carmen!"

"Gibbs, I can't. I lost her."

"What!?"

"Gibbs we have a bigger problem. I was attacked."

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;So has Carmen been lying? To Ducky? To everyone? Will the team ever find her again? And did Carmen attack Ziva or did some else watching her? And What does think about all of this? Does he believe Tony. Why did he let Carmen go? And poor McGee has been saved, or is someone watching him again?I suppose you'll have to tune in for the next chapter. Thanks.

Okay this is a little recap . . . just to keep you on track with the story.

Recap:
Carmen Wilson joins the team. Gibbs is not happy about this decsion and still not after a few months passes.
There is one serial killer that has managed to crawl underneath Gibbs' skin. After a year of investiaging crimes commited by this serial killer, Gibbs is no closer to solving it or catches the killer.
This same serial killer 20 years killed Carmen's mother.
Gibbs and Camen are linked. Gibbs is yet to find out about Carmen's past. The serial is tormenting both Gibbs and Carmen.
The reasons why Carmen joined NCIS have been misread. Tony reads the facts this way: Carmen wanted to be close the investiagation to coverup and distort evidence, and have to a watchfully eye on the investivation. But Carmen knows she has to leave, if they take her into questionings, they'd kick her off the investagaion. So what are Carmen's intentions for leaving?