Ziva was confused.

Utterly and completely confused. She stared at the body some more and then shook her head. Ducky began muttering to himself, as Gibbs supervised, circling the body of the marine, an angry expression placed on his face. Ziva spotted the mark, right in the middle of his heart, where the blood had pooled out of his body…where she had stabbed him. Why had she stabbed him? She didn't have any motive. Being drunk was definitely not a motive, and she had no idea how Gibbs was going to deal with this. He seemed very upset about the marine; almost too upset. But of course he was upset…it was a marine. He almost always got testy and very attached when a marine was killed in something other then the war, which Gibbs didn't like either.

Tony was confused.

Ziva was definitely hiding something, or she was still drunk from whatever she was drinking last night. Tony stared between the body of the marine and his partner. How did she know him? He didn't recognize him. Was she secretly seeing someone behind his back? Was he also called Tony? Had she not meant to go to him last night, or had she actually meant to come to him? Tony felt a pang of jealousy run up and down his body, and he shook his partner's shoulders, jerking her awake.

"I have to go," She whispered, turning to him, her face still fearful.

"Why? Ziva, who is this? Tell me, Z." Tony demanded, not wanting her to get away without his crucial information.

"I…" Ziva started, but didn't finish because Gibbs walked over to them.

"DiNozzo! David! What the hell do you think you two are doing? Take the pictures, damn it!" He commanded, and then stormed away.

"Whoa, boss's pissed, Z." Tony laughed, trying to lighten the mood, butt Ziva didn't seem fazed by his comment, in fact, it was almost as if she didn't hear him at all, "Okay, boss said that I should go and take pictures while you go and interview people, but since you're practically a Helen Keller today, horrible movie, by the way. The Miracle Worker, 1962. Directed by Arthur Penn…her screaming gave me a headache! Anyways, why don't you take the pictures, while I go and interview them? Okay, Ziva?"

She nodded her head, and he shoved the camera out at her. She took it, carefully, and held it backwards as she pointed it at the bush, pressing the button down. It flashed and she snapped a picture of her shirt. She stumbled backwards, because of the high intensity of the flash, letting out a sharp gasp. Tony could tell that she was going to fall, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind, carefully setting her back on both of her feet.

"Thanks." She muttered, and Tony took the camera from her hands and turned it around, pushing her towards the body that Ducky was examining.

"Gibbs found him over there," He said, pointing behind the bushes to the right side of the apartment steps, "Go and take pictures over there." She nodded, and Tony pushed her towards the bushes, where she finally started walking.

Tony watched her for a little bit, as she took a picture of something on the ground, and then walked towards Gibbs. Outside, it was poorly lit, only the street lamps were on, and the police lights were whirring to create the small amount of light that was there.

"Who found the body?"

"The lady on the steps. Curly blonde hair, petite. Blue eyes. You're type of girl, DiNozzo. Now go and interview her…don't flirt with her." Tony smirked and nodded as he took out a pad and pen, walking towards the steps of the apartment. The woman was dressed in track pants, a sports bra, and a tank top. She was obviously going out for a jog. She was obviously trying to bite back tears too, as she turned her head away from the body.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. And you are?"

"Sarah Taylor." She nodded her head, "I just…can't believe his dead! I thought that…"

"You know this man?"

She looked appalled, "Of course I know this man!"

"Could you please tell me his name, then….Sarah?"

"Mark Smitts. My boyfriend from college." She sniffled out, "I guess we're not getting married now."

"You were engaged?"

"No, but he kept dropping hints about it while we were together. He wouldn't stop. I kept imagining us together, at our wedding…oh, it was beautiful! And now someone has to go and…and take away my dream! Our fantasy! He was my life!"

"Did you see any suspicious activity?"

"Of course I did…I saw who killed him!"

Tony raised his eyebrows…high. He couldn't imagine was it was like to see the love of your life get killed in front of your eyes. His first thought that came to mind was Ziva, but he quickly erased the thought. But, it still lingered there in the back of his mind, "And do you think that you could identify this person?" Tony asked, but he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, "Excuse me a moment." He said, holding up a finger as he turned around, angry. "Probie! How many time do I have to-" He stopped as he stared straight into the face of Ziva.

"Tony I found this…" She said, holding up the camera to the picture that she had taken of the ground. He went to take it from her, but she dropped it onto the ground. Tony silently cursed and then bent down to pick it up.

Suddenly, Sarah gasped, and Tony quickly stood up, turning and staring at her, "What?" He asked, and then he realized that she had pointed a shaky finger at Ziva, "That's her! She killed him! You're the bitch!" Tony gulped as he watched whatever form of Ziva that she was acting in before, 'Drunk ninja Ziva' turned into her normal self. She snapped her head up, her brown eyes turning coal black as she balled up her fists. She lunged before Tony had a chance to stop her.