Shock 11

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The box was delivered to Tony's desk just as they returned from Gibb's house to the office, and Abby was waiting impatiently for Tony to arrive. As he went to pick the box up, she cleared her throat. "It's evidence, Tony...gloves." She said, before he touched the box.

He winced, pulling his hand back as if inside was some dark terror. Abby watched anxiously. Not only had someone taken Ziva, but they were hurting her "big brother" too. She wanted to exact a painful and deliberate revenge on this person... A slow and miserable death... she thought, watching as, gloved, Tony lifted the box. He carefully peeled back the brown paper wrapping, pulled the clear packing tape off the ends of the box, and then opened it, half expecting a bomb to detonate as he pulled the fuse or something, but expelling a nervous breath, he lifted the sides of the box and revealed its content. It was only a dvd.. not a gruesomely wrapped severed finger, not a bomb, a dvd. With a glance to Gibbs and McGee for permission, he slid the disc into the dvd player attached to the overhead.

The room was dark, and the only audio was what sounded like breathing, until a door opened and cast light on the lone occupant of the room, Ziva. The camera was near the door, so there was no way of seeing who entered, but Ziva was staring in the camera's direction, fear evident on her face, though it was also obvious she was trying not to show it. The sound of a round slamming into the chamber of a gun was heard, and then BANG! Thud. Ziva's softly spoken "Tony" was covered by Tony's cries of "No, no...no.." as the light reflected off the blood on Ziva's chest and she closed her eyes, becoming still.

In the office, everyone had flinched with the sound of the gun shot. Abby had buried her head in McGee's shoulder. Gibbs' jaw had tightened, his fists growing white on the back of the chair he'd been gripping when Tony had slid the disc into the player. Tony just sat there, pale, still, his hands covering his eyes as if he could erase what he'd just seen and heard. McGee wrapped his arms protectively around Abby.

Bing. They all flinched again. Whiiirrr The elevator opened, and Ducky stepped out, walking the handful of steps to where Gibbs' team was set up in the bull pen. By their expressions, he guessed why they were upset. "Well now.. what do you intend to do about it? This guy is still out there, Jethro." His voice cracked as he spoke Jethro's name. "Where's his file? I'll see what I can tell you about the...suspect."

"We hadn't...we just got back from Gibb's place." McGee replied. Despair pulled at the team as McGee released Abby so that he could bring up Opale's criminal history. It took a while for the search of his name to bring up a record, which Tim assumed was because the man had been declared dead nearly two decades before.

Ducky sat beside Tony, listening to the man's sobs. The doctor was somewhat releived, actually, by Tony's tears. He had feared complete denial, or aggression on Tony's part, but Tony was expressing his greif in a normal healthy way. Tears slid down Ducky's cheeks just as they did everyone else's, but the team needed someone to hold them together just now.

Ducky eyed Gibbs. It's too soon, too close to Jenny's death, too soon.. he's not really had time to cope with the loss of Kate, Jenny, Franks, and now, Ziva.

Abby glanced at Ziva's empty desk.. for a moment wondering who would replace her best friend in the office, and vowing to herself never to get close to another NCIS agent... she couldn't handle losing her family..not like this...not one at a time to cruel murders. She took a deep breath. "Ducky's right. I have work to do." She grabbed some of Tim's rubber gloves, scooped up the packaging from the disc, slid the disc out of the player and zipped them all into evidence bags, then headed for the elevator.

Ducky nodded, watching the forensic scientist go. Abby was a remarkably strong woman, he decided. They could all pull through this. They would.. even Tony.

And catching the suspect, dead or alive, would help.

A/N: Just kept going after the last chapter...I know this is short, but the next chapter...which will probably have to wait a week or so, should be a good one, I promise!