I really want to wrap this case up now. My short attention span has gotten bored of the Jell-O case. I am tempted just to hand it over to the FBI and they can complete it, but I do not think Gibbs would allow that. Talking of Fornell, we have not checked up on him in a while, since chapter 30, in fact, so how about we check on how he is doing?

XXXVIII. We Are An Impossibility In An Impossible Universe.

"I hear you and agent DiNozzo are getting married. There's gossip going around all of the major federal agencies about it." Sacks smirked as he stood in front of Ziva. She backed up against the bright orange wall behind her, trying not to grimace when he moved closer to her.

"Yes, although I do not know what business that is of yours."

"Well, I was just wondering what you see in him. You know, you're really hot, and I bet you're good in bed, and he's, well, he's DiNozzo. He's not." Sacks smirked, flicking his eyes down and tucking a strand of Ziva's hair behind her ear. "If you ever get bored of him, I'm always available." And that was all it took for Ziva's already short temper to snap. She brought her knee up, hard, to his groin, facilitated by his close proximity. He grunted and dropped to his knees, whimpering.

"If you do not leave Tony and myself alone, your ability to reproduce will be the least of your worries." She whispered in his ear before walking down the corridor and into the squad room.

"Hey, you okay?" Tony frowned.

"Yes." She nodded and smiled slightly, pressing her lips to his before sitting at her desk.

"What we got?" Fornell asked as he and Gibbs walked in. The four NCIS agents looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Well? What we got?" Gibbs asked, realising that nobody would answer the sworn enemy.

"We got a theory, Boss." McGee stood up and everyone crowded around the plasma.

"Hey, where's Sacks?"

"Er…Agent Sacks is unavailable at the moment." Ziva shrugged. Tony's brow furrowed and she smiled at him. "I will tell you later, My Little Hairy Butt."

"It's a date."

"I will bring the champagne. Or at least a non-alcoholic substitute." She grinned, smirking when she was hit, rather gently, she would admit, round the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Not paying attention and not keeping it professional at work." Gibbs said to her, standing between the couple. "What's your theory, McGee?"

"Uh, well, all of the money came from a scam, and all of the people who were scammed where vulnerable. Old, disabled, naïve, apart from Woodson. However, Woodson was deployed on the USS Sampson. Some of the people who were stolen from gave away details, others didn't."

"We checked the people who received no phone calls about this, found that they all had online banking accounts and email accounts that were tied together, whereas the ones who received phone calls only had online banking accounts. I would guess that someone was hacking in to the online banking accounts was using a shortcut to go through the email accounts." Cassie took over.

"Jeffry Abbots?"

"Doubtful. From looking at his computer, he didn't know the meaning of tech-savvy." Abby said as she bounded through."

"What's this got to do with Woodson?"

"Woodson was being stolen from to, but he realised it. I found a security protocol on his laptop, it recorded every time his email was accessed and documented every email that was read. He was paranoid as hell, but that makes our lives easier." Abby smiled. "Someone accessed his email from a house in Fairfax." Abby handed Gibbs a post-it.

"McGee, DiNozzo, Yates, with me." Gibbs said, moving over to his desk and grabbing his gun and badge. "Ziva, you…you stay safe."

"GIBBS!" She stared at him, already picking up her bag. "You cannot make me sit on the sidelines!"

"Yes, I can." He shrugged. She looked furiously at him and he sighed. "I promise that you can have the interrogation when we get back. Spend your time reading up on…" He squinted at Abby's writing. "Isaac Warpol. Prepare."

"Gibbs, I…"

"You are staying here, Officer David. That is final." He looked at her and she relented, pouting and walking over to her desk as the others left.

Abby bounced over. "Print off the file and come down to the lab. I can start teaching you ASL like I promised I would."

"Yes, I still do not understand why you want to teach us sign language, Abby."

"Children can learn to sign as early as six months, which is a long time before they can learn to talk." She grinned as Ziva placed the paper that had just printed into a folder. "I've never had much experience with children, but I know that mothers always say that the worst part is not know what is wrong, so if you are able to communicate with the babies, even if just with the basic things, you'll already be ahead of the game."

"Okay then. I will admit that it does sound like a good idea." She conceded and followed Abby down to her lab, preparing herself for what was no doubt going to be a long morning.


"Hey, it's my three favourite women." Tony smiled, walking into the lab to see Abby, Jenny and Ziva sat around the central table. "And how are the three most beautiful ladies in NCIS?"

"Wondering what you're wanting, Agent DiNozzo?" Jenny smirked.

"Ah, well, I need to take back my beautiful fiancée. We have an interrogation to perform." He smiled and walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist when she stood up. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, followed by another and then another as he trailed his lips down to her neck, just under her jawbone. "Mm, you taste good."

"You are a sick man, DiNozzo." She chuckled.

"I think that's why you love me."

"Is that so. I thought it was because you are so good in bed."

"Well, there is that, but…" The director coughed, reminding them that they weren't alone. Tony blushed but Ziva remained unfazed. "We're just gonna…go…"

"I would advise that, Agent DiNozzo."

"Keep it PG-13 in the elevator, guys!" Abby called after them, making the director laugh.


"We need to start thinking about sending invites out pretty soon. I've got the hotel booked." Tony leaned back in the chair as Ziva sat on the table facing him, her right foot on the edge of his chair and her left foot dangling, just short of the floor.

"I was thinking of asking Abby and Jenny about being bridesmaids some time this week. Nora said she can get their dresses ready too."

"Oh, yeah, she'll do fine with getting the dresses ready. When are we dancing next?"

"Not tomorrow night but the night after, providing Gibbs lets us go early enough."

"He will. I suggest we just charge this guy with murder. Case closed." Tony shrugged and grinned.

"I like your style, Mon Petit Pois."

"Wait?! What?! You can't charge me with murder! I didn't kill anybody!" The man sat opposite them sounded outraged. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which he had. His blond hair was scraggy and greasy and looked like it hadn't been washed in a week. Dark bags hung under his eyes and his skin was oily.

"Well, yeah, we might have to jump through a few legal loopholes, but I have a few judges who owe me favours and Ziva here, well, she has more contacts than everyone else in this building put together, all of whom either owe her a favour or are scared to death of her."

"Or both." Ziva said over her shoulder. "Mainly both."

"Exactly." Tony pointed up to her. She leant forwards.

"I have to go to the head." She whispered.

"Now?"

"It is not exactly my fault. I will bring back coffee."

"None for you."

"I know. Do you want anything to drink, Isaac?" She asked as she slipped off the table.

"Is this some way of leaving me alone with him so he can beat me up?"

"No, that's what we do when we want Ziva to get information out of someone and we have limited time. No, she just needs to go to the bathroom. She'll be back soon. You want anything?"

"Cola might be nice." He hazarded, still not certain that he wasn't going to be beaten to a pulp.

"Okay. I will be back soon." She smiled and let the door swing closed behind her. Isaac's eyes flew to the door for a microsecond before turning back to Tony.

"So, how come you're not scared of the scary chick?"

"Ziva?" Tony snorted. "What gave you that impression?"

"You sounded like you were planning a wedding." He frowned, confused.

"Yeah." Tony nodded and laughed. "Oh, you assume that since we live together and we're getting married and all that I'm not afraid of her anymore. Yeah, my boss, remember the older guy with the silver hair?"

"The one who didn't know anything about my computer?"

"That's the one. He has a set of rules. Rule 8 is never assume. Or never take anything for granted. It's been said both ways depending on the situation. But yeah, I would say that you should think about rule 8 when you assume that she doesn't scare me. She scares me more than anyone else I've ever met. Except for maybe her father, but then, everyone's scared of him."

"Why are you marrying her if she scares you some much then?"

"Because I love her." He stated as if it were obvious. The door opened and she walked through carrying a cup of coffee and a can of cola. "Half de-caff?"

"Of course." She smiled, placing it down in front of him. "Just how you like it."

"Perfect."

"I try." She shrugged.

"And you succeed."

"So, he tell you anything whilst I was gone?"

"Nothing useful." Tony shook his head. "If he were to tell us anything that we needed to know then I might think about not charging him with murder, but he hasn't."

"Oh, well."

"Wait! No, you haven't even given me a chance to tell you what I know!"

"You've been in here for half an hour, that's plenty of time to get started."

"But you've been talking the whole time!"

"We were just waiting for you to start. Are you ready?"

"Yeah." He nodded, looking between Tony and Ziva. "Where do you want me to start?"

Because Slacks really does need a knee to the groin every so often.

Okay, so I do not know whether the hacking into online banking accounts through email would work, because I have never tried it, but I do know that it is most definitely illegal if it is possible. I doubt it is possible. Just do not blame me if it is possible.