At last, Chapter Three! Enjoy.
Chapter Three
Upstairs, while Gibbs was in Labby, the rest of the team pestered Tony about what the case reminded him of.
"So, if it wasn't a movie, what was it?" Ziva finally asked, getting right to the point.
Tony grinned as he replied, "A song."
McGee and Ziva stared at him.
"You're joking," Timothy managed after a moment of stunned silence.
"No. And hold on, I'll play it here in a minute."
There was silence except for the sound of keys tapping. Finally, DiNozzo said, "Ah, here we go." He clicked and leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face.
"The Night Will Only Know" by Garth Brooks filled the pen.
That night will live forever
Their first time to lie together
They were finally where desire dared them to go
Both belonging to another
But longing to be lovers
Promising each other that the night will only know
Parked on some old backstreet
They laid down in the backseat
And fell into the fire down below
But they would pay for their deceiving
For a deadly web was weaving
Why they picked that spot that evening
Lord, the night will only know
Well, within the innuendos
Just outside the steamy windows
The night was shattered by a woman's scream
Motionless and frightened
The grip of fate had tightened
And with trembling hands they wiped away the steam
They saw a woman pleading
Stumbling, begging, and retreating
'Till she became the victim of her foe
And they watched her fall in silence
To save their own alliance
But the reason for the violence
Just the night will only know
And every paper ran the story
She was stripped of all her glory
And they told exactly how the woman died
Abandoned and forsaken
Too many pills were taken
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the only debt they owe
But another crime was committed
And it's never been admitted
Have the guilty been acquitted
Lord, the night will only know
"Got that right," Gibbs said as he came up, spooking his team.
"What did Abby find, Boss?" DiNozzo asked, recovering quickly.
"Gear up. Take Ziva and go back to that alley. Search everything, triple check it, I don't care. Just find something so we can nail this dirt bag." Tony and Ziva exchanged glances and walked quickly over to the elevator. "McGee," Gibbs continued.
"Yes, Boss?" McGee glanced up from the computer screen.
"Got anything else on our witnesses?"
"Sure do. Turns out they work together at a—"
"A what?"
"They work together at a lawyer's office here in D.C."
"I hate lawyers. Where in D.C, McGee?"
"78 Constitution Avenue."
"Good work." Gibbs grabbed his gear and started walking towards the elevator. "Come on, McGee, you're with me."
The junior field agent quickly reached for his stuff and followed the team leader.
Meanwhile, Tony and Ziva were back at the backstreet—er, no pun intended—scouring it for clues as to what could lead them to the killer's identity. So far, they hadn't found anything. Suddenly, Ziva's sharp eyes spotted something: a footprint pressed into the dirt. It wasn't that recent, either.
"Tony!" she called.
The senior field agent jogged over. "You got something?"
"We have a footprint."
"You're—" He broke off and knelt down to examine it. "How did we miss this earlier, exactly?" He twisted his head around to look at Ziva, who was kneeling next to him. Their eyes met and he found himself drowning in her chocolate-colored gaze.
Ziva shifted her weight, lost her balance, and ended up falling into him. The two of them ended up sprawled on the dirt road.
Tony relaxed for a moment, enjoying the feel of her body on top of his. After a few heartbeats of staring at Ziva's face (and realizing the awkwardness of their situation), he cleared his throat and asked, "Why are you still on top of me?"
"Oh, uh. . ." Ziva scrambled off him and reached out a hand to help him up. She quickly snapped a picture of the print, and then answered his earlier question. "I have no idea as to how we missed that earlier."
"Let's continue searching before we head back," Tony suggested.
She shot him a relieved look. "Good idea."
Ziva continued searching along side of the backstreet, while Tony moved over to the opposite side. He kept stealing glances at her as he worked. His study of her was broken as something caught his eye. Leaning closer, he saw that it was part of a latex glove. There was a piece of black fabric nearby. He swiftly took a picture of them, bagged and tagged the evidence, stood up, and strode over to Ziva. "I think we're done here. See anything else?"
"No."
"Okay," he said brightly. "In that case, let's get this evidence back to Abby."
Ziva nodded, turned on her heel, and jogged over to the van. "I drive this time!" she called over her shoulder.
Tony hung his head in resignation. Lord, don't let her kill me. Gibbs would never hear the end of it.
Finally, the song for which this fanfic was named appears! Yayz! *does happy dance around the room* Sorry, but I'm a fan of the guy who sings it and I like the song. I'll have chapter four up ASAP. It might take a while, what with school and all, though.