The slender brunette slowly made her way through Ziva's darkened apartment. Her booted heels made no sound on the carpet. She entered the bedroom. Carefully she angled the beam of her penlight over the room. It illuminated a bed, dresser and two nightstands. You never were much for clutter Ziva. You keep everything simple because your life is so complicated.

She began her search under the bed and netted nothing. Not even a dust bunny. She moved on to the closet. Sandwiched amongst jeans and cargo pants hung one gorgeous green dress. Probably you wore it once. Let me guess, a man was involved? Finding nothing useful, the brunette turned her attention to the dresser. The top was bare except for a few framed pictures and a bottle of perfume. Bulgari Blu. Just give me a clue, anything, were did you go Ziva? Let me find you before it's too late!

The brunette opened Ziva's dresser drawers one by one. She rifled through her neatly folded clothing, careful not to leave a trace. To her amusement the bottom drawer held a man's clothing and personal affects. The brunette gave a mental laugh and removed a pair of boxers. Ah. Smell those pheramones. You always did have good taste Ziva.

"I'd put those back if I were you." Came a male voice from behind her. The brunette turned sharply and found herself looking into the business end of a Sig Sauer.

She raised her hands and let the boxers slowly flutter to the floor. "I need to talk to Ziva David." She said. "I'm a friend."

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Gibbs groaned and picked up the bedside phone. In his experience 4 am phone calls were rarely good news. "Yeah."

"Gibbs. It's Fornell. I've got something for you. Two of my agents caught a woman sneaking around Officer David's apartment early this morning. All she'll say is that she needs to talk to Ziva and that it's a matter of life and death. Want me to bring her to the safe house or into NCIS?

Gibbs sat up, immediately alert. "Can you get Ziva and Tony to NCIS without being seen?"

"You bet."

"Then do it. We may have to hold this woman for a while and I want to make sure it's on our turf."

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"So this woman's a friend of yours?" Tony asked.

"Her name is Rebekah Senesh." Ziva said. "And yes, she's a friend."

Together Tony and Ziva stood in the darkened control room looking through the one way mirror into Interrogation. Rebekah Senesh sat lounging in the world's most uncomfortable chair. Tony was used to the fidgeting, swearing, crying, threatening and violence that suspects displayed while waiting to be interrogated. This woman looked like she was waiting for her nail polish to dry.

Rebekah Senesh had straight brown hair cut in angle around her face. Her ice blue eyes stood out against her dark olive skin. Of Ziva's approximate height and weight, she looked like her clothes had been spray painted on. She wore pointy leather boots with four inch heels, a form fitting leather jacket and leather pants cut to accentuate her round bottom. Her reds lips curved into a grin as she looked at the mirror. She removed her jacket and Tony was treated to a set of breasts that would have made a dominatrix jealous.

"What does she do for a living? Eat men?" Tony asked.

"Wet work." Ziva said.

"Assassination?" he said. "And you're friends?"

"Since childhood." She replied, either missing or ignoring the incredulity in his voice.

Tony gave her palm a squeeze. "It's never boring with you, you know?"

"Good." Ziva replied. Sensing something amiss with his palm she picked his hand up for a look. Bite marks stood out in red relief against his skin. She raised his palm to her mouth and kissed it. "Better?"

"Much. Next time don't bite so hard." He admonished. He rubbed his palm. It had been completely unintentional, but it still hurt.

"Don't cover my mouth and I won't have to." She retorted.

"I didn't want the Fric and Frac to hear us making love. You're loud you know."

"Oh- I'm loud?" She swiveled to face him, leaning forward in a defiant "Bring it on," gesture.

Tony didn't get a chance to do anything about it. The door flung open and Gibbs entered. "You're on Ziva."

"Great." Ziva swept out of the room with out a backwards look. Whew. The one place I don't want to be today is between Tony and Gibbs. She had debated telling Gibbs she'd confessed to Tony but decided against. They were already in too much trouble. Best to let it remain unsaid. She shook off her thoughts and entered interrogation.

Rebekah rose to greet her. "Shalom Ziva." She said kissing each cheek.

"Shalom Rebekah." Ziva replied returning her kisses.

Rebekah sat at the table and sighed heavily, her breasts rising and falling like buoys with the tide. "I missed you Ziva."

"Me too. We used to have so much fun together." Ziva pulled a chair over and sat next to her. This wasn't so much an interrogation as a gabfest between girlfriends.

"I know. Remember that time in Beirut when-" Rebekah broke off blushing.

Ziva laughed. "I know." She paused, rerunning the night the two of them had seduced a suspected enemy of the state for information. "How's married life?"

"Good. You really ought to settle down sometime." Rebekah stretched, pushing her feet flat against the floor and extending her body into the chair.

Ziva laughed deep in her chest. "Not likely Rebekah."

"I thought you'd say that." Rebekah smiled a wicked smile. She leaned into Ziva and said in a conspiratorial voice, "Not even with your new fly boy? I've been in your apartment. He smells divine. What's his name?"

"Not now Rebekah." I am not going to walk down this path anywhere our conversation is being recorded. Especially not when the two men listening are Tony and Gibbs. Her heart was flopping at the thought of them together in a small dark room with out supervision. Behave yourselves boys.

"What's the matter? He married?" Rebekah teased.

"No. I think we have more important things to talk about. Why were you sneaking around in my apartment?"

"Because you're in trouble." The laughter left Rebekah's voice and her face darkened.

"You're a little late for that." Ziva said. She lifted her shirt and displayed her ribs.

"I mean big trouble Ziva." Rebekah said non-plussed. "A lot of people are going to wind up dead if we don't do something fast."

"Whoa. Care to explain?"

Rebekah leaned forwards and rested her forearms against the table. For a second Ziva thought her boobs might actually flip over the neckline of her shirt and land on the table. "It seems there's a new organization out of D.C. that specializes in intelligence gathering and wet work. It's not tied to any government and it has no specific agenda that I know of. A man who calls himself Ian Miller contacted me and offered me a job."

"And you accepted?" Ziva asked in as flat a voice as she could muster.

"Just to stay in the loop. I haven't exactly left the spy game."

"Sorry. Go on."

"Any way, this man Ian's the go between and he's the only one who knows for certain who's in charge. If we find him we find out who's responsible for your attempted murder. Not to mention the murders of many innocent people."

"So what are we waiting for? Let's contact him." Ziva said hurridly. Maybe the end is in sight. Maybe I can get back to my life.

"It doesn't work like that. It seems there's an initiation in the group." Rebekah scratched her head.

"I'm guessing it's not how much beer you can chug." Ziva quipped. Oh my God I'm becoming Tony.

Rebekah chuckled. "No. Each potential employee was given a target to kill. When they have proof of the hit they follow the contact protocol to meet this Ian fellow and then the person in charge."

"So what did I do that got me on this list?" Ziva asked.

"I don't know Ziva. I can think of several people who'd want to kill you, how about you?" Rebekah said sarcastically.

"You've got a point."

"Uh Huh. So here's my thinking. This Ian Miller fellow doesn't know what I look like. We'll stage the murder I am supposed to commit and then we'll pass you off as me. Once you meet you can interrogate him."

"Sounds good. Who is he?"

"He who?"

"The man you were supposed to kill. The one we need to find."

Rebekah sighed. "It'd be a shame to off him. The guy's real hottie."

"Who Rebekah?" Ziva persisited.

"Some Fed named Anthony DiNozzo."

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