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Crazy Chick. That was the grossest thing I have ever done, Tony thought as he sat huddled on the NCIS van floor with Gibbs and Ziva. The ride down in the body bag on the gurney had been truly disgusting. Ducky promised they were thoroughly clean. Tony didn't care. It was still gross. He hoped it would make who ever was behind the attack believe that their assailant had died after he'd carried out his mission.

Tony was trying hard not to notice the body of their mystery man strapped to the gurney just inches from him. He was just a tad creeped out by it. Dead bodies didn't as a rule bother him, but something about this one got under his skin. Ziva didn't seem to mind. Whatever sedative she'd been given had won the battle against adrenaline. She sat sandwiched between him and Gibbs, passed out and snoring with her head on his shoulder.

"She always snore like that?" Gibbs asked, breaking the silence.

Tony didn't know what to say. A yes was tantamount to admitting they'd been sleeping together. A no was a flat out lie. Considering the fact that he was talking to a human lie detector he went with the truth. "Yes."

"You poor bastard." Gibbs laughed.

Okay. I guess he's saving the hell and fury routine for later. Good. I don't want to deal with it now.

A few minutes later the van pulled into an underground parking garage. It braked and the back doors opened. Tony blinked in the sallow subterranean light.

"Where are we?"

"In D.C." came a voice he recognized. Fornell. "Looks like you've had yourselves a rough night." The FBI agent nodded a curt greeting. "Follow me."

Tony scooped Ziva up and carried her into the elevator. Thankfully she'd stopped snoring. Her eyes opened for a moment and she looked at him. Satisfied, she fell back asleep.

Together Tony, Ziva, Gibbs and Fornell rode the elevator from the parking garage to the third floor. They exited directly infront of a large door fitted with peephole and keypad. Fornell typed in a code and the door clicked open.

A young blonde haired man greeted them. He must have been a flight attendant in an earlier life Tony decided because he was way too chipper for three A.M. "Hi! I'm agent Horcum. Welcome. Agent Hickey is sleeping. We're on twelve hour shifts here to monitor your safety. Plus, the whole apartment is under video and audio surveillance so you'll be safe here." The man beamed. He said to Tony, "Want to put her in here? This bedroom is free." Flight Attendant Horcum opened the door to his left and flipped on the light switch.

The room was simple. A queen sized bed covered in a pale duvet sat low to the ground. The headboard was padded and attached to the wall. On either side of the bed were end tables with lamps.

Tony went in first followed by Gibbs. He deposited a slowly reviving Ziva on top of the comforter. He pulled her shoes off and she muttered. "Not tonight Tony."

Gibbs let out a small laugh. He leaned over and gave Ziva a light kiss on the forehead. The corners of her lips curved up in a small smile. "Hey Jethro."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ziva." She nodded and fell back asleep.

Gibbs paused to rest his hand on Tony's back before he left. "When this is all over the three of us need to have a talk."

"Sure thing boss." He said. His voice sounded too weak for his liking. What was that all about? Tony tried to ignore the churning in his stomach. He felt awful and it had everything to do with the tender exchange he'd just witnessed.

Quietly he undressed Ziva and settled her under the blanket before stripping down to his boxers. He curled up beside her. He didn't care who saw. His last thought before he passed out was: What the hell did I miss?

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