Okay guys....I know it was really obvious who it was...damn it! So literally everyone knows, and therefore I shall reveal all in this update... Anyway, let us just continue on with the story and not say a thing...

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Chp 1: Could she be?

Ziva David walked into the bullpen. Tony lounged on his chair and lobbed a paper ball at her head. Just before it reached her, Ziva caught it neatly in her hand.

"Damn it," Tony cursed. Ziva laughed, and swung her bag onto the floor.

"Tony, you need to learn," Ziva sighed, and shook her head.

"What! Just because you are a ninja chick…."Ziva was fidgeting with a paperclip, and McGee was eyeing her nervously. Then Gibbs walked in. Everyone got their bags, ready to hear the usual "gear up" from their boss' mouth. Instead, Gibbs slammed three files in front of each of the agents.

"We have a case, but it's in England. Marine found to be dead on the coast of the small town of Bournemouth in England…we're flying there tomorrow, at 0700. Be there by 0630, or else," Gibbs glared at Tony especially, "You have the rest of the day to pack and prepare. Prepare for about two weeks, just in case. So I will see you all tomorrow." Gibbs left the bullpen immediately, and went up in the direction of the Director's office.

"Bournemouth?" Tony whispered. The memory of the place….the memory of Allie…these memories came flooding back to him. He had forced himself to forget all of them, and now this had brought them up all again. He glanced down to his left index finger. The ring was gone. It was locked away in a small box…a box he had not touched in ten years. He suddenly remembered the ring. The engraving…"Love you, Ziva"…He looked up to the woman standing opposite him. Ziva?

"Ziva?" Ziva looked up.

"Yes, Tony?" she asked, her voice controlled.

"Did you…you know a girl named…Allie? Allie …Martin?" At that, Ziva froze. Her face began to rapidly blanch.

"Bye Tony, bye McGee," Ziva grabbed her bag and rapidly rushed out of the bullpen without a word. Tony stood there confused. What did he say? Wait…she blanched at the words "Allie Martin"….could she be?...no Tony, don't be stupid…maybe she was a friend…could she be?

It was 0630. Ziva was leaning leisurely against the side of her car, as the seconds ticked by. Yet inside her, she was in turmoil.

How did he know? Or maybe he didn't know. Tony could be so thick-brained at times..

Allie Martin was years ago. Ziva couldn't go round being "Ziva David", or then most likely someone would assassinate her. She knew she should have never loved Tony, Tony was a big mistake, her weak point. Especially leaving him that ring, hadn't she revealed all then? Ziva David, you were so stupid!

And now Tony knew. Tony knew it was her. And going to Bournemouth would not help at all.

Ziva smacked the front of her head unexpectedly, scaring a calm McGee who was currently jotting down a plot for his second instalment. His pen dropped to the ground.

McGee could feel the tension roll of Ziva, making him nervous. Something was going on. Ever since Gibbs had mentioned the word "Bournemouth", his two friends had been acting really weirdly.

A car screeched to a stop, breaking McGee's chain of thoughts. Tony clambered out.

"Uh, Gibbs is going to kill me," he said as a greeting as he hauled his luggage out. He wheeled it to the plane, where they put it into the luggage compartment.

"DiNozzo! What did I say about coming early?" Gibbs yelled.

"Sorry boss, you know, traffic jam…."

"Get into the plane, all of you! We are already late!"At that, everyone hurried up the stairs, trying to save themselves from Gibbs' wrath..

Yet all that DiNozzo could currently think about was "Could she be?"

So Ziva is Allie Martin...I think everyone who read this guessed that...sadly...

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