Ziva had knocked Sarah to the ground, pinning her down, grabbing her gun and pointing it at her head, "What did you just call me?" She seethed, her eyes burning with hate.
"Help! Police! HELP!" Sarah screamed, and Tony quickly pulled Ziva off of her.
"DiNozzo! David! What the hell is going on over here?"
"Are you the police?" Sarah asked, standing up and stepping away from Ziva, who was currently being scolded by Tony, like a little kid.
"NCIS. No, but what seems to be the problem?" Gibbs asked, taking a quick glance at Tony and Ziva, "Something wrong with one of my agents?"
"Those…those are your agents?" She asked, shakily as she stepped back.
"Yes, they are. The best in the business."
"Both of them? Including…her?"
"You have a problem with Officer David?" Gibbs demanded, and she nodded her head.
"She killed my boyfriend! That bitch!" She yelled again, and Ziva started towards her, but Tony managed to hold her back.
"Whoa, there." He said, sticking his arm around and shoving her down onto the ground, kneeling down, placing one knee on either side of her, placing his hands on either side of her head, "Calm down, Ziva. Now. And tell me what's been happening."
"Um, Miss…"
"Sarah."
"Sarah, you need to come down to HQ with us, tell me the story." She nodded her head.
"All right. Just let me get my things."
"Now. Sarah." Gibbs yelled, and she quickly stopped, "Follow me." He said, and then called for Tony, "DiNozzo! Get your ass over here and take her down to HQ. Ziva, with me." Tony pulled Ziva up off of the ground, letting his hand linger on hers for as long as he could.
"You will tell me what happened, Ziva. Later. Please, I'm only trying to help."
"Mmm," was all she said, and then she started walking towards Gibbs.
Gibbs tossed Tony the keys behind his shoulder, and DiNozzo almost didn't catch them. He fumbled and then opened up the door to Gibbs' car, getting into the drivers seat as Sarah got into the passengers seat. He took off, letting the tires screech as he stared only in the rearview mirror, in order to see how Ziva was holding up. Gibbs was talking to her…okay, yelling at her, and Ziva was just standing there, nodding. Then, they got into the truck, Gibbs obviously called for McGee, and then Ducky started loading the body into the truck.
"Watch out!" Sarah's voice demanded, and he turned to see that he had ran a red light and was now in the middle of a four-way intersection.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not in Speed, come on!" Tony said, as he dodged the honking cars back across the lane, where he was safe, "Sorry." Tony muttered, as he continued to drive.
Once Tony got Sarah to HQ and put her under custody, filing the report, Gibbs, Ziva, McGee, and Ducky were already there. The director was in the squad room, talking to his partner.
"I understand, Jenny." Ziva nodded her head, and then she started out of the squad room just as she saw Tony getting out of the elevator, from putting Sarah in custody.
"DiNozzo," Jenny called for Tony, who gave a quick glance at Ziva.
"Yeah, Director?"
"Walk with me, Tony." She said, and they started walking, "She's hiding something. The woman downstairs says that she killed her boyfriend. I don't believe that Ziva would kill someone without a good motive. You need to get her alibi."
"She was drunk, Jenny. She had no idea what she was doing, she very well could have killed him. I hope that that is not the case…"
"Because you love her."
Tony's head snapped up, "No I don't! I mean, I do, but just a friend…a partner. A best friend."
"A lover, Tony. I've seen the way you look at her. Get her alibi for me, DiNozzo, don't screw this up. Rule number 1, never screw over your partner. Don't screw this up!" She said, and then she promptly walked away, leaving Tony alone.
"Where's Sarah, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Interrogation. Actually, custody. But soon to be interr-" But he was interrupted by a slap on the back of the head, "Got it boss." He winced, rubbing the back of his head.
"Hah," Ziva smirked, laughing for the first time in what seemed like years.
Gibbs started for the elevator, and Ziva and Tony followed him down to interrogation. There was an awkward tension between the two co-workers, and Gibbs could tell. He smashed the emergency stop button and turned around to face the two.
"Tell me what's going on. Now." Gibbs demanded, looking between the two.
"Nothing's going on." Tony replied, "Boss."
"Nothing's going on?" He slapped him on the back of the head, "How stupid do you think I am DiNozzo? Ziva's accused of murder, and you two seem like you're hiding something. Tell me now. This elevator isn't going anywhere."
There was silence for a minute or two, and then Ziva spoke up, "I went drinking last night." She said to Gibbs, professionally, Ziva-like, as if it was no big deal, "I got drunk. I went to Tony's house. He and I-"
"Watched some movies." Tony interjected, "Then she crashed halfway through one of them on the couch. Completely knocked out. Snoring like a drunken maniac." Tony lied. He didn't want Gibbs to know that she came over and begged him to sleep with her, "And then Sarah accused her of murder, and she went all ninja Mossad officer."
Gibbs nodded his head, "Keep your problems out of the work space, all right?" He said, and they nodded.
"Got it, Boss." He said as Gibbs snapped the emergency switch off. It opened up to the orange colored walls of the hallway down to interrogation.
"You two…observation. Call in for them to send up Sarah." Gibbs said as the two partners stopped in front of the observation room. Gibbs continued to walk down the hallway, away from them, "Oh, and get McGee to get me some damn coffee!"
Tony smirked and then opened the door to observation. No one was there, and he smiled. Then, he silently closed the door, "Tony, what are you doing?" She asked, and he took her hand, leading her down to the interrogation room. He pulled her in and locked the door behind him, "What are we doing here? We should be in observation, yes?"
"Not until we do this, Ziva. Sit." He motioned for her to sit at the seat to the right of the table. She groaned.
"Tony this is not necessary."
"Sit!" Tony barked, and she sat. Tony sat across from her, where Gibbs normally sat. He stared at her across the table, "Tell me what happened last night."
"I don't remember." She said, and he watched her eyes look a little down and to the left.
"You're lying, Ziva. Tell me now."
"Tony…I…"
"Tell me!" He commanded, standing up and slapping his hands down onto the table.
"After work, I went to the bar. I wasn't there with anyone. I ordered nine martinis," Nine? Tony thought. Damn, the girl can drink, that's for sure, "The bartender called me a cab, noticing that I was rather drunk." She looked disgusted as she said that.
"Then what happened?"
"I asked them to drive me to your place. They dropped me off a block from your apartment. They asked me to pay, I apparently didn't give them a credit card, so I chucked my wallet at him…which I don't have anymore. I got out of the cab and heard a gun shot. I pulled out my gun, which I don't have again, I don't know what happened to it…"
"Who's gun was it that you had when you threatened Sarah?"
"Yours." She mumbled, and Tony checked his hip. It wasn't there. But before he could say anything, she continued, "I pulled out my gun, like I always did, and I trudged up the stairs. There was a commotion. I couldn't remember what happened. A man stumbled out of the apartment. I…I thought he was the one that shot the gun. I…I took my knife and stabbed him. He fell over the railing and into the bushes. I don't remember what happened after that, but I somehow ended up at your house…and we…well…let's just say I woke up naked in your bed."
"Rule Number 12, Ziva." Gibbs voice suddenly boomed into the interrogation room. The two looked at each other, frozen as it clicked in their minds. Gibbs had been in the observation room the entire time.
Tony cursed and ran his hand through his hair. I just screwed over my partner. Great job DiNozzo. And with that, he took his hand and swiftly slapped himself on the back of the head before bolting out of the interrogation room.