Tony and Ziva had created the false marriage papers, and had been sent undercover, staying in a small house together. After setting up bugs and tracking devices on both agents, and preparing the house so neither of them were in real danger while inside, they settled down and waited for the killer.
One night, Tony was lying in bed, trying to stop his thoughts of Gibbs so that he could get to sleep, when he heard the front door unlock and creak softly as it opened. He quickly woke Ziva, who ran behind the couch for safety, while Tony slid under the bed, happy that he had slimmed down before they got this case. When they heard nothing for a minute, Ziva slowly poked her head out from behind the couch, and quietly gasped before she could stop herself when she saw a man standing in the doorway. He turned to see where the noise had come from, and Ziva dropped to the ground, but it was too late. He grabbed the gun she had left on the coffee table and smiled when he reached the couch.
From the bedroom, Tony heard the loud crack of the gunshot, and screamed. Sliding out from under the bed, he ran to the living room to see Ziva lying on the rug, the dark stain on her shirt glistening in the moonlight. Tony ran over to her, listening for the sound of her breathing. When he saw the man standing over him, he tried to scramble away, but was grabbed roughly by the shoulder and hauled outside, and thrown into the back of a van. Hitting the floor of the van head-first, Tony blacked out almost instantly.
A/N: Isn't that a suspenseful chapter ending? Now I know I'm gonna be overloaded with reviews asking what the hell Ziva did to deserve that, and I'm sorry! It'll all turn out ok in the end!