"Jethro, it seems that Tony was right about the bullet." He said, pulling out a small, silver bullet out of the ankle of the marine, "I never thought to look there. I feel like a fool, Jethro, for missing something so obvious." Ducky held the tweezers up for him to see the bullet more clearly, and then he shoved it away from his body, "Evidence Jar." He demanded, and Jimmy quickly ran over, grabbed an evidence jar, labeled it and then ran back towards Ducky, where he dropped the bullet into the jar. Ducky sighed and took a look at the bullet in the jar before handing it back to Jimmy, "Mr. Palmer, could you please take this to Abby for me?"
"Right away, Doctor Mallard," Jimmy said, taking the evidence jar and hurrying out of autopsy and into the elevator. The doors closed and Ducky took his gloves off, discarding them into the trash can and then washing his hands.
"You know, Jethro, I wonder how long it actually took dear Tony to fall in love with her."
"Fall in love with who?"
"Ziva of course!" He said, shutting off the water and drying his hand with the towel, "It is fairly obvious. I saw the poor boy hustling around the bullpen earlier today. He looked rather ill…a real mess, if I do say so myself." He discarded the paper towel into the trash can and then removed his apron, setting it down onto the table, "It is a poor shame that you had to send our little Ziva to jail…" Ducky sighed, "Jethro do you really-" He started, but then realized that he was gone, "Probably went to go and get some damn coffee." He muttered.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled as he got out of the elevator, and a frazzled Tony ran up to him.
"Yeah, yeah, Boss? What's up?"
"Duck found a bullet." He said, setting his coffee down on his desk before taking another sip of it. Too cold. He thought before turning back to his computer.
"Yeah, really? Does it belong to Amy Sloane?"
"Abs's running tests on it. Know what type of gun Amy uses?"
"Of course, a Jericho 941 F, the only gun that she ever bought."
"Good work, DiNozzo. McGee get here yet?"
"Yeah, he got here. He's down with Abby in the lab, hoping to track her cell phone. He managed to work his little probie elf powers and found it. What time is it, boss?"
"Does it matter DiNozzo?"
"Yeah, it actually does, boss."
"060..." He started, but it didn't matter, Tony's eyes grew huge, and then he dashed out of the bullpen, snatching up the keys to his Mustang as he did so.
The ride to the DC prison was longer then he thought it would be, but he finally made it there, the tires screeching as he parked the car and practically jumped out, running towards the entrance. The guard there eyed him suspiciously, "Hello, sir. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm here to see Ziva David. NCIS," He said, flashing him his badge. The guard nodded and then opened up the gate. Tony quickly walked in and couldn't wait to see Ziva again. It felt as if he hadn't seen her in forever. The barbed wire fences closed around him, and he shivered at the thought of being here with all these murderers…and Ziva. He flashed his badge to the other two guards at the entrance of the prison, "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS." They opened up the door, and he stepped in, a couple of police officers and guards standing there. He smiled back at his memories in the PD. The police officers behind the desk stared at him strangely, and he looked down, realizing that his shirt was still un-tucked, his tie un-tied, and his jacket un-buttoned, "Oh," He muttered, his face turning slightly red as he tucked in his shirt, buttoned up his jacket and tied his tie before walking up to the police, "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS." He handed them his badge, and they eyed it warily before handing it back to him.
"NCIS. How can we help you?"
"Here to see someone."
"This someone have a name?"
"Ziva David."
"Ah, here we go. Ziva David." Tony winced as the PD pronounced her last name wrong, "Cell 45. Jimmy here will take you down to see her."
Jimmy, Tony smirked, Autopsy Gremlin part 2. Nevertheless, he followed Jimmy down the hallway, until he stopped, "The one at the end." He opened the door and then let him into the next set of jail cells. Haunting memories came slamming down at him as his feet reverberated through the hallway. He stopped in front of Ziva's cell and stared at the woman of his heart. The woman that he hadn't slept in two days for. He could almost bet that if he was murdered right now, the autopsy report would come back that his blood was 'Coffee' instead of type A.
She sat at the edge of the bed, smudges of dirt on her face, her hands clasped together between her legs, her eyes glued to the floor, where a small puddle of water was forming from the tears that he never thought he would see fall from her strong face.
"Ziva," He whispered, and she all of a sudden stopped shaking, stopped moving, "Ziva." he said again, a little louder this time, and she slowly moved her head up to look at him. Her eyes were blood-shot and red, full of tears that were threatening to fall, "Oh, Ziva."
"Tony," She whispered, "Tony, please. Save me." She said, one lone tear falling from her overflowing eyes and down her cheek, "Save me."
"Ziva…" He groaned, he wanted so bad to be in there with her, to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right, "I found out that Sarah Taylor is an alias name. Her real name is Amy Sloane, a serial killer. Ducky found a bullet lodged in the marine, that he overlooked. We're going to clear your name." She didn't say anything, "Ziva, come 'ere," He said, motioning her towards him. She slowly stood up and trudged towards him, still looking down at the ground. He put a finger under her chin and pulled her face up to look at his.
"Tony, I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay." She finally looked up at him, her brown eyes staring into his.
"It is not okay, Tony." She said, reaching a shaking hand out and cradling the side of his face in her palm, "You do not look well. When was the last time you slept?"
"With you…" He murmured, placing a kiss on the inside of her palm. She gave him a frown.
"Last decent meal?"
"Dinner before I slept with you…"
"You can not be Gibbs, Tony. You can not live on coffee." She frowned at his decision, "Why are you doing this?"
He sighed and stared at her. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her so bad, but he felt that it wasn't right. But then he stared into her eyes. The pain, the sadness, the love for him, the agony she felt as she stared into his dilated pupils made him feel guilty for not telling her. He could almost feel his heart turning and twisting in knots. She knew anyway, didn't she? So what if he actually meant those three little words that meant the world? In her eyes, it looked like she needed the love. She couldn't mask the emotions that were so strong. Almost like a peacock in a flock of pigeons.
"Tony." She repeated, "Why are you doing this?"
He leaned in, pressing his face against the bars, placing two hands on the back of her head and pulling her lips towards his. They barely met between the bars, but it was enough to satisfy Tony. It was enough to satisfy Ziva. It was enough to satisfy the both of them. Ziva could almost taste the coffee and sugar on his lips, and Tony could taste the dirt and sweat on Ziva's face. He wanted more. He wanted to taste inside of her, but the bars were preventing him from doing so. Ziva scooted as close as she could to the bars, hoping to hold more of Tony against her lips. She reached two hands out and wrapped them around his neck, almost as if she was holding onto him for her very life, "I love you, Ziva." He muttered, but the words seemed to vibrate off of the walls.
Gibbs, who was standing outside the other door, had seen the two kissing, and he gave a half-smile, looking down at the ground and then back up at his two agents. They had broken rule number twelve, but he figured that he could make an exception to at least one of his rules.
For now.
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