Thanks for the reviews guys! They were very much appreciated, and I am sorry if I have not replied to them...yet. Anyway, this is the next chapter. What shall happen? Read to find out.

And I think I should change this story to Angst...hmm...

Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS...hey, DPB, like to donate it? It would be for a good cause!

Chapter 4: Exploring and Discovering

Two days had passed since Ziva had run away from Tony. The case was going relatively well, they already had suspects and were now shepherding them in. Yet Ziva had turned icy cold, she did not say much, other than yes or no and some other short phrases. Tony was edgy, he had terrible mood swings, he would be happy, then all of a sudden mad, and poor McGee usually had to bear the brunt of his anger through name-calling.

Gibbs was quite concerned now. There was definitely something that he didn't know that was going on, yet he did not have the power to hack into accounts to find information. So who else better to consult than McGee?

"McGee!" Gibbs shouted. Tony had currently left to get lunch, and Ziva had locked herself in her room. McGee got out of his comfortable chair in the lobby of the hotel.

"Yeah boss?"

"As you must have clearly observed, there is definitely something going on with David and DiNozzo," Gibbs lowered his voice to a whisper. McGee nodded, clearly understanding.

"I believe it has something to do with this town. I want you to hack into DiNozzo's files, and search for anything to do with Bournemouth. Got it?" McGee nodded once more.

"I'll do it now. Come on boss." The two men hurried up to McGee's room, ready to discover the secret.

Meanwhile, Ziva decided to go for a walk. She had literally locked herself up in the room for the past few days, coming out only when the team needed it. She wanted to start exploring Bournemouth and see what had changed since she was sixteen, yet her emotions were barring her. Now, she felt ready to brave the old city.

Silently, she opened her door then locked it up again. She padded her way to the elevator, got in, got out, and hurried from the hotel. A strange feeling of freedom washed over her, and she began to run in the all familiar destination.

Tony smiled at the ice-cream vendor as he passed over the double-chocolate with choc-chips and caramel sauce ice-cream in a waffle cone. The day was going brilliantly.

Tony handed over the coins, and left with his favourite ice-cream that he hadn't had for more than eighteen years clasped securely in his left hand. He took one giant lick at it, the creamy flavour washing over his tongue. It was delicious. He took one more lick of the mouth-watering ice-cream, and then continued on his way.

Tony wanted to visit all the places which he had visited as a teenager. He had currently gone to his regular ice-cream vendor who was still there after such a period of time and he had visited the old fish-and-chip shop which had now been turned into an a-la-carte restaurant. Now he wanted to go to the museum.

After an hour at the museum which now held rather interesting new exhibits, he finally decided to go to the school, Bournemouth College. He had really dreaded visiting there. All the memories of Allie….

...All the memories of Tony.

Ziva stood in front of the school gates. Silent. The school had not changed much, it had just been repainted, and a new sign had been stuck on. Bournemouth College, a whole two summers of her life….

"Hahaha!" Allie giggled. Tony had tickled her as they walked through the corridor. They were going to their Maths lesson, a lesson Tony was clearly not looking forward too.

"Hey, Al, let's say we ditch this lesson and go out for ice-cream?" Tony asked, hoping Allie would agree. But she never did. Allie put her hands on her hips, and stared down at Tony. Tony knew he had lost.

"Okay, okay, we're going to maths," Tony put his hands up in defeat. Allie laughed again, amused, and began to drag him.

"Come on Tony, you know what the Prof says when we're late."

Ziva wanted to go inside, yet she was afraid. Afraid she might see the old Professor again, or someone who would recognize her. Yet she had changed completely. She had grown thinner and more toned, her face had become pointier, her eyes...and Tony hadn't been able to clearly recognize her...but Ziva would not take the risk. Instead, she just hung on to the metal gate and peered inside.

Next chapter I shall introduce someone you will all hate...if you are a TIVA shipper like me.....

Please review! Should I lay off the angst or not? I am a totally angsty person...but I'd like to know what you want!

Oh, and Bournemouth is a real town! Go on Google and see it! I made Bournemouth College up...there might be one though!

Bye!