Thanks for all of your lovely reviews :) And I promise if I ever think of an island movie that Tony can reference I'll put it in here. But I am definetely not a movie person so I wouldn't know. Any suggestions?

Enjoy part two :)"We'll settle in the bunker." Gibbs said.


He led the way on a winding dirt path which brought them to a chain link fence surrounding the bunker.

When they reached the gate the director pulled a key out of her bag, which Gibbs reached for. She pulled it away quickly. "Only I am allowed this key."

He nodded, "Then let us in." She pushed past him and opened the gate. "Ziva, Tony, McGee, Abby, take the top floor. The rest will be in the bottom."

The three agents and the forensics expert went to the back of the room where a winding staircase led them to the top. The room was dark and musky. ZIva found a switch which turned on the only source of light, a small bulb in the middle of the room.

Tony began walking around the room, as if inspecting it. He looked at all of the old items that were still there after twenty years. "It's almost like no one ever came back for them." He said. "Oh cool!"

Ziva turned to see what the commotion was about. Sitting by Tony was a small projector, the kind that people in the 1950's used to use. Ziva shook her head and continued walking, she noticed a magazine. A 1989 edition of Playboy. She shuddered and made a mental note to hide it from Tony, but it was too late.

"I remember this one. Petra Verkaik. She's a beauty." He said looking over her shoulder as he snatched it out of her hands and flipped through the pages.

"Tony that's disgusting." She said, "Just sick."

"No, this is normal. What's sick is you not trusting me enough to tell me where the bruise of your arm came from." She gave him a look, her eyes cold. "Sorry Ziva, I'm curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Tony."

"The body is on the other end of the island." Gibbs said, surprising everyone. "It's a long walk so we better get going."

Everyone scattered about getting their gear ready, not wanting to upset Gibbs. In record time they were downstairs and ready to go. He led the way out the door and started through a large field of tall grass.

"Uh Boss, can't we find a path or something?"

"We aren't authorized to just wander the island McGee." The director answered.

"This way is faster anyways." Gibbs said.

"According to what?"

"The map."

"They have maps of this place?" Tony asked.

"Just for us." Gibbs showed them the map. Most of it was scribbled over in black ink so you couldn't see it. The only part showing was a strip of grass, which they assumed they were standing on, and an X, indicating where the body was.

"X marks the area." Ziva said.

"The spot, Ziva. Not the area." Tony corrected.

"Whatever."

The team continued walking on through tall fields of grass until they hit a small patch of trees and bushes finally leading to a beach.

"An hour and a half of my life that I will never get back," Tony said. "I could have been on a date tonight but no, I'm stuck on this hellish ghost island that is a bit too creepy for my liking.

"You had a date tonight?" Ziva asked.

"I'll tell you when you tell me where you got the bruise."

"I don't care that much."

"You know," He said, "I've been thinking about that actually. And I've come up with some very valid reasons to that-"He poked it, "thing on your arm."

"Those reasons will have to wait, Tony." Ziva said looking into the distance. She saw red, actually they all saw red. It was everywhere. It covered the trees, the sand, and even some water that drifted back into the ocean because the tide had come in.

"The tide isn't going to make this any easier, boss." McGee speculated.

"The scene needs to processed as quickly as possible." The director said. "Zi-"

"Harrison!" Gibbs yelled. "Do you know what a blood trail looks like?" The team had completely forgotten that Joey was still with them.

"Yes, Sir."

"Don't call me Sir." He said sternly. "I want you looking for blood trails; it could lead us to the killer or at least where they got away."

"What are you doing?" The director asked him. "Have you lost your mind?"

"We need all the help we can get."

"He doesn't work for us, Gibbs!"

"My call, Jenny." He said."And if he doesn't help we'll be here forever."

She sighed, then nodded. "Search the premises for a blood trail, but don't touch anything." She said. "I will be watching you."

"Duck, you're on the body with Palmer."

"I wouldn't expect anything less." Ducky said.

"The rest of you, do what you always do." He said. "Bag and tag all evidence and get it to Abby." Then he turned to Jenny, "You can-," He stared at her struggling to find something for her to do.

"Jethro, I do not take orders from you."

"Well what do you think that you should be doing?" She didn't speak. "There is no press out here, Jenny. You have nothing business related to take care of." He paused. "Babysit him." He pointed at Joey who looked lost.

"I'm higher on the food chain, Gibbs. You know that." She said. "I'm going to oversee this investigation. You babysit him."

"We don't have time for this. Ziva!" He yelled. She ran up to them and he spoke quietly, "I want you to go help him." He didn't have to say it but she knew perfectly well that he didn't trust Joey, so she nodded and went to do her duties.

"Hi, Joey," She smiled genuinely at him.

"You were sent over here to watch me?"

"Help, that's all."

"Come on, Ziva. I can tell that Gibbs doesn't trust me." He said. "You don't either."

"I've learned in my time that you cannot trust anyone." She said. "So no, I do not."

"Anyone, huh?" He asked. "Does that mean that you don't trust that DiNozzo guy either?"

"That is different. He is my partner; you learn to trust your partner."

"ZIva I might have found something." She came over to him and saw what looked like a blood trail.

"Very good." She smiled. "Gibbs! We have a trail."

"Take him and follow it. Any sight of something connected to the murder and you come back and tell me, got it?"

She nodded. "Let's go."

They headed down the trail following the blood. Not too far down the path Ziva frowned and bent down to examine the blood drops closer. "These have directionality." She said. "And they're longer than a normal drop would be, do you see this?" He bent down next to her, "Someone got sloppy trying to authenticate this trail. It's fake. They're luring us into a trap." Joey stood up. "I need to get back and tell Gibbs."

Before she could do this Joey hit her in the head with the butt of a gun that seemed to come out of nowhere, knocking her to the ground.

"I'm sorry, ZIva. I didn't want it to be you." He said, then the dark enveloped her.


So Ziva got kidnapped! Stay tuned for next chapter! It's about to be quite a bumpy ride! )

-Emily