Holy Hera, I'm less than a month away from walking across the stage as a college graduate. STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! Okay, outta my system for now. Finally we get a break from the dreary paperwork. YES! a case. And Ziva gets to show-off her skills. And Tony has a little fun...
Now the story continues
Chapter Fourteen
Physical
The day was wearing down, and so was Ziva. She hated paperwork worse than she hated stakeouts. Ziva was a woman of action. She craved action. So, she was relieved when Gibbs got a phone call.
"Yeah, Gibbs," he answered. "Okay. We'll be right there." He hung up and looked to his team. "Gear up. We've got a dead sailor in Arlington."
"Who needs paperwork anyway?" Tony exclaimed, nearly as excited as Ziva was to get out of paperwork.
Ziva chuckled at his child-like antics. Gibbs was already on his cell talking to Ducky about the dead sailor. Ziva grabbed her gear and followed Tony into the elevator.
And admiring the view as she did.
"Enjoying the view, Zee-Vah?"
"Maybe. I will tell you later," she replied with a look.
"Not you two, too," McGee groaned as he remembered the threat he received in the elevator from Gibbs.
"What? Jealous Probie?" Tony asked with a smile. How he enjoyed taunting McGee.
"Not at all," McGee answered smugly. "Just thinking of the slap you are going to get for breaking rule 12."
"Don't even think about it, McGreen around the Gills. We can't help the fact that you're getting no action in the love department."
"Not true!" McGee exclaimed. "I have Abby!"
"I knew it!" Ziva exclaimed. "So how badly did Gibbs threaten you?"
"He didn't!" Ziva stared at him harder. "Much. Okay! He just threatened to kill me if I hurt her."
Ziva laughed. "Poor McGee."
The elevator door opened and the trio stepped out to the garage. "I'm riding with Gibbs. I don't want to hear your hinky conversations on the road."
"Hinky conversations, Probie?" Ziva echoed. "You have been spending too much time with Abby."
"Indeed," Gibbs replied, smacking McGee on the head. "Oh, and thanks for volunteering to ride with me. You two," he crossed to Tony and Ziva. "Take the truck. And this," he added smacking their heads, "is for thinking you weren't going to get smacked for breaking Rule 12 as well."
"How did you know about that?" Tony exclaimed.
"Thank you for confirming it, DiNozzo." He received another smack. "Hurt her, DiNozzo, and I'll make sure Abby removes all traces of forensic evidence when Ziva kills you."
"No worries, Boss."
He turned heel and walked to the Sedan, McGee smirking behind him.
"Nice to know Gibbs has such confidence in my abilities to kill you," Ziva said.
"I have no intentions of hurting you anyways. You'd kill me before I even thought about it."
"You had better believe it, my little hairy butt."
"Will you two stop bickering and get in the truck?" Gibbs interrupted them from the Sedan. "Our dead sailor is still waiting."
"I'm driving," Ziva said, grabbing the keys from Tony.
Tony swallowed.
"Judo?" Ziva asked, incredulously. "This is supposed to be some kind of martial arts?"
Their dead sailor was a martial arts student at Dragon Lee's Martial Arts House. "Do they practice Krav maga here?"
"They probably don't know what that is."
"Isreali martial arts," replied the sensei. "We practice the basics. We have not had a master here in a long time. Lee Wang. I own the place, and I was the one who found Ensign Newman in the locker room.
"DiNozzo, sketch. McGee, photos. Ziva, bag and tag," Gibbs ordered. "Mister Wang, if you will follow me."
"You know, I took karate lessons when I was in college," Tony commented as he grabbed a sketchbook from his bag.
"Really? I cannot see you throwing punches and breaking boards in a place like this."
"Really?" Tony echoed. "Where would you see me doing this?"
"In a bar fight with your rat brothers."
"Frat brothers, Ziva," Tony corrected.
McGee suppressed another groan. "Let's just process the scene, please."
The trio walked into the men's locker where they found Ducky leaning over the ensign.
"Looks like we have a single stab wound to the femoral artery. This poor gentleman died a very agonizing death. Cause of Death appears to be exsanguination. I'll know more when I get him home."
"Hang on a second, Ducky. He has a hair on his outfit." Ziva grabbed a set of forceps as McGee photographed the evidence. She placed the hair in a tiny evidence bag. "Long and blonde," she observed as McGee took more photos, documenting the location of the body in reference to the objects in the room, and from all angles.
She also took samples of the blood pool around the victim. She also bagged the bottled water that was sitting on the bench next to the body. "Abby might be able to get a foreign print off of this bottle," she offered as explanation.
The hours went by as they processed and documented the scene. Ducky took the body back to NCIS headquarters so that he could begin his autopsy.
"Any sign of a murder weapon?" Gibbs asked as he exited the dojo.
McGee looked up from the dumpster that he was knee deep in. "Not yet, Boss."
"You were looking in the wrong place, Elf Lord," Tony said holding up a throwing star with blood on it. "Twenty bucks says this is the murder weapon."
Ziva photographed the star, and then bagged it.
An hour later, they were back at HQ. And Tony and Ziva were in the gym.
"You said you took karate when you were in college. Prove it."
"I promised Gibbs I wouldn't hurt you."
"So you were not as good at karate as you thought? Come on, Tony, I will not bite you. Hard."
Tony took the bait and swung at Ziva. She dodged him easily and aimed a punch at Tony's ribcage. "Is that all you got?" he asked, holding his stomach.
"Come on Tony, let's get physical."
"I like what you're thinking," Tony said taking a stance. As if on cue, very funky music filled the gym.
"I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like
Making good conversation
I gotta handle you just right
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothing left to talk about
Unless it's horizontally"
Ziva drop kicked Tony, and he landed on the floor. She straddled him and kept on singing.
"Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back
If you know what I mean"
"You're so asking for it now," Tony challenged as Ziva got off of him.
"Really? You are down one to zero."
"I'm just getting started."
"I hope so."
"I'm sure you'll understand my point of view
We know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out
The animal in me
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk"
Tony hit the floor again. "I bring out the animal in you? Heh, I like that thought."
Ziva kneed him in a rather uncomfortable spot. "Save that for later."
"Okay," he wheezed, struggling to get up.
"Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let's get animal, animal
I wanna get animal
Let's get into animal
Let me hear your body talk
Let me hear your body talk"
When they hit the floor again, things got a little heated. When they came up for air, Tony asked, "So can I hear your body talk now?"
Ziva smiled coyly and led him away from the gym. "Take a shower first. You stink."
Tony's grin turned upside down. "You don't exactly smell like roses either, Zee-Vah."
"Ergo, the shower." Ziva walked to the shower stalls. "Make a move and I'll kill you."
"Yes, Ziva." Tony's grin returned as he found a shower stall as close to Ziva as possible.
Yay! I would definitely say that TIVA is my favorite ship. You have my brother to thank for the song. So throw the tomatoes at him instead of me. Okay, me too for using his idea. Until next chapter! Maylee