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Chapter 10 - Truth

Gibbs returned to the office with coffee, and they spent three hours in the squadroom before he announced they were going back down to interrogation. "Time to find out what happened to Peter."

"What about-"

"We'll fill in Ziva later, McGee."

"Ok then."

Tony and McGee watched Gibbs enter Polly's room.

"What happened that day that Peter was killed?" Gibbs asked, sounding almost pleasant.

"I told you already. I was doing the dishes and I ending up telling Peter I wanted out."

"You were going to break up with Peter so you could be with Christopher Wells?" Gibbs asked.

"How did you find out-"

"Traced your phone records. Answer the question Miss Longsteen."

"Ok, yes, I was going to break up with Peter so I could be with Chris," Polly said.

"You do know that Chris is engaged, right?"

"I was hoping I could get him back," Polly said quietly.

Gibbs stood up and walked out.

"Round two," he said as he went into Chris's room.

"When was the last time you went to Polly Longsteen's house?" he asked as he sat down.

"If I tell the truth, can I get a deal?" Chris said, as if proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

"Like I said before, you're stuff no matter what you do, but generally telling the truth earns you bonus points."

Chris sighed and ran his hands over his face. "Is Ziva alright?"

"How do you think she is?" Gibbs said angrily.

"Can you tell her-"

"I'm not telling her anything for you. Now, answer the question. When were you last at Polly Longsteen's house?"

"Two weeks ago. I come to Washington every two weeks."

Gibbs's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and read the on-screen text message. "WELLS AT LONGSTEEN'S HOME MORNING OF DEATH. TRACED HIS GPS." Gibbs turned and nodded at the observation room, indicating his thanks to McGee.

"Wow. You just interrupted Gibbs's interrogation and you're still alive," Tony said in observation. McGee grinned.

"So you moved to Washington from Miami with Ziva, and then you visited Polly the morning of Peter's murder."

"What? No, I just said-"

"We traced your car GPS dirtbag. You lied," Gibbs said. "Care to tell us the truth now?"

"Crap," Chris muttered. "I didn't want this to happen."

"What did you expect to happen when you got involved with two women at once and a murder?"

"I didn't kill anyone!"

"Then tell me who did!" Gibbs half-shouted.

"It was Polly, alright? I went over to her place to tell her I was staying with Ziva. I walked in to find her holding the knife and Peter on the ground," Chris said, almost like he was going to cry.

"Haha. Cracked him," Tony laughed. He quickly stifled it to hear the rest of the conversation.

"Then what happened?" Gibbs said.

"Polly was freaking out with the knife."

"Who put it behind the cushions?"

Chris swallowed. "I did. We came up with the story that she would say she got home from her jog and find the body." He could tell everything was crashing down around him.

"Why did Polly go round to your house later?" Gibbs asked.

"She came over to tell me that you guys had interviewed her and were investigating the case. Then she left. Look, I didn't kill Peter. All I did was stash the knife."

"You could have called the cops."

Chris leant back on his chair. "What happens now? Can I get a deal?"

"Um…no," Gibbs said, leaving the room.

"McGee, arrest them both. Don't let them see each other," Gibbs said when he entered observation.

"On it."

Once he was gone, Gibbs turned to Tony. "Go find her."

"Who?"

"Ziva."

"Oh. Right," Tony said quickly before heading out the door.

"Ziva?" Tony called as he knocked on the front door. There was no reply. "Ziva! It's Tony!"

No reply.

Drawing his gun, Tony opened the front door and went inside.

The kitchen and lounge room were a mess. Pillows were all over the floor, blankets looked like they had been thrown on the ground, even a chair was tipped over. "Ziva?" Tony repeated.

He advanced into the hallway. On the ground were smashed photo frames, their contents covered in glass. Photos of Ziva, of Chris, and some of them together.

The bedroom was in no better shape than the lounge room. The doona was on the ground and the lamp was on. "Ziva, are you even home?"

He heard a noise from the ensuite. He pushed the door open. "Ziva?"

She was sitting against the wall, surrounded by towels and a length of toilet paper.

"Ziva? Are you okay?" Tony said from the doorway.

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