The next morning, Ziva was the first one in the bullpen, her mind still reeling from last night. She hadn't expected to wake up and find Tony there…well still there. She hadn't expected herself to be cuddling up to him either, completely submersing herself in his embrace as well as her hand being intertwined with his own. They were sleeping like they slept when they were a couple.
Tony's arms wrapped tightly around her body, her back against his chest, his chin resting on her shoulder, their hands intertwined together….she wasn't expecting them to just automatically revert back to sleeping like that. But that wasn't the beginning of her problems. She had to focus on the case. Solely the case. Not Tony and his uncanny ability to make her want him even more.
"Morning, Gibbs!" She chirped up as she watched him enter the bullpen, coffee in hand. He raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here so early?"
"I was just…just going to do some research on the drug dealer and then help out Abby with the forensic evidence."
"Uh huh?" Gibbs asked, almost as if he didn't believe her. She just nodded her head, keeping it up. He took a long sip from his coffee before answering her again, "Well then why are you still here, David?" She visually relaxed, and then bolted out of the bullpen and down towards the forensic scientist's lab.
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"Abby?" Ziva called as she entered the lab. The music was already blaring as Abby bounded into the room.
"Ziva!" She exclaimed, "I haven't seen you in a while! Why are you here so early?" she asked as she pulled her into a tight hug. She quickly pulled back, and Ziva was confused. Abby never ever did a hug that short.
"What?" Ziva asked, noticing Abby's look on her face as well as the fact that both of her hands were still planted firmly on the Israeli's shoulders.
"You smell like Tony, Ziva." She grinned, "Oh my god, please tell me you two are back together!" She squealed, and Ziva rolled her eyes.
"We are not back together, Abby." She said, firmly, and Abby frowned but then smiled again.
"Oh really? Well then why do you smell like Tony?"
"He spent the night, Abby." She said, "The hotel kicked him out for starting a fight with Lynn. Now, please, could we focus back on the crime?" She asked, and Abby sighed, huffing as she put her hands on her hips.
"Fine, oh Ziva, but we will talk about it. Don't you fear, Abby will get to the root of the problem!!" She shoved her finger in the air and then spun around, "Okay! So! Evidence!" Ziva sighed, thankful that she finally changed the subject.
She walked over to the evidence table, standing on the other side that Abby was on. She pulled out the evidence bags, "So these are Lindsey Evans' clothes." She pointed to a bag, "I mean, it was like filled with cocaine residue. Motherload." She grinned, "Speaking of mother's." She pulled out another bag, holding it up, "Carly Evans' clothes." She walked over to her computer, "So I was looking through her clothes, and then I realized…hah! I should check her pockets for…you know, traces of anything. So…" She pressed a couple of buttons before a test result from the Mass Spectrometer came up, blinking like normal.
"I am confused…Abby…explain." Abby pressed a couple more buttons. Another screen came up, showing a rather large picture of a Cobra. Ziva jumped back, a couple of feet, her eyes wide. Abby quickly quit out of the screen.
"Ziva? You okay?" She asked, and Ziva nodded.
"I am fine Abby. She had a cobra in her pocket?"
"Yup. Well not an actual cobra, because it's physically and scientifically impossible to place a fully grown cobra in your pocket. So she didn't have a cobra cobra in her pocket, but I found minuet traces of cobra venom in the lining. Not enough to hurt her or anything but still....that's how Lindsey Evans died! An injection of cobra venom into her body! Right at her neck!"
"So you are saying that Carly Evans killed her own daughter?" She questioned, and Abby nodded.
"It's a possibility, yeah."
"Thank you…Abby…" Ziva breathed, taking on quick glance at the monitor before quickly heading out of the lab. Gibbs walked in just seconds later, Caf-Pow in hand.
"You got anything interesting for me, Abs?"
"Yup!" She grinned, "The big bad Mossad officer's afraid of snakes!" She smiled larger at the boss. He just stared at her.
"Anything relevant, Abby."
"Oh. Yeah." She walked over to her computer and brought up the same test she had just shown Ziva, "Ran the little trace of something I found in Carly Evans' pants pocket? She had cobra venom."
"That's a good job, Abs." He said, handing her the Caf-Pow as he started out of the lab, "Just don't torment Ziva that much."
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Aaron, Tony, Scott, and Lynn walked into the elevator, Lynn moving to the back, Aaron and Scott next, and then Tony in the front. They wanted to keep as much distance between the two agents as possible.
"So where'd you spend the night, Tony?" Aaron and Scott groaned and then immediately put their hands up, ready to grab Tony as he spun around to face her. He did, and they quickly grabbed his arms, holding him back as he glared at her.
"Does it matter, Garter?" He demanded, "I could fire you right now on the spot. Tell you to pack your bags and go home."
"But you won't." She grinned.
"You testing me, Garter?" He questioned, okay, more like demanded. He was tired of her crap, "We've been here one day. One day." He struggled against Aaron and Scott's grip, "And you've already screwed things up."
"Tony. Calm down."
"No. And it's 'boss' to you. Not Tony. Never call me Tony." And the elevator doors opened. Aaron and Scott nearly pushed Tony out of the elevator, each keeping their hands close to his back as they steered him towards the bullpen. Ziva stood up as Tony came in, and he quickly motioned for her to leave. Confused, she moved slowly out of the bullpen before she noticed Lynn bringing up the lead. She quickly took off.
"Going to autopsy!" She called as she left the bullpen. Tony took a seat at his desk and Aaron and Scott took their sides at either entrance. They didn't want Tony all of a sudden lashing at their co-worker.
"Morning, team!" McGee announced as he entered the bullpen, smiling at them all before he let his smile drop, "Oh." He said, still grinning a bit, "Nice night?"
Tony growled a little bit, "I don't know. Why don't you ask Garter?" He asked.
"You better be asking about where the only living link to these three murders is." Gibbs announced as he walked into the bullpen, glancing only for a second at Tony and his team, who were gathered around his desk.
"Oh. Right, boss."
Gibbs stopped in the middle of the bullpen and then slowly turned around, slumping his shoulders, almost in defeat.
"DiNozzo. How many times do I have to tell you?" He asked, slowly, "I. Am. Not. Your. Boss."
Tony sighed, "Force of habit, boss…I mean…Gibbs."
"Well you pick up anything, boss?" He questioned, and Tony stood up, glaring shortly at Lynn (which Gibbs noticed), and then starting towards the silver haired man.
"Nope. Like the little McGoo said…he's got nothing. No cell phone, no credit card, no library card…"
"Ah!" McGee suddenly exclaimed, "Wrong! Someone just used his credit card."
"I thought you said he didn't have one, McGee." Gibbs said, walking towards him.
"Well…not Roberts, no, but someone is using Carly Evans credit card."
"Where?" Gibbs demanded.
"Convenience Store, just off of 95." McGee said.
"Address, McGee!" Gibbs nearly shouted, and Tim quickly scribbled down the address onto a piece of paper. He handed it to Gibbs and then turned to Tony.
"Well DiNozzo, your team or my team going to handle this?"
"How about compromise? My team and your team."
"Who do you recommend, DiNozzo?"
He thought for a moment, "Ziva and I." Gibbs gave just the smallest smirk.
"Missing your partner, are you Tony?" He questioned, and Tony just laughed a little, giving him his famous smile.
"Well you know…"
"Go get her." He said, walking to his desk, grabbing something out of the drawer and then chucking him the keys to the Charger. Tony caught them swiftly and then went over to his desk and geared up, glaring at Lynn as she was staring at him. She turned her head the other way and crossed her arms as he holstered his gun. He then nodded bye to Gibbs, McGee, Keating, and the rest of his team before heading out the back entrance to the bullpen and down towards autopsy.
Suddenly, Tony came running back in and over to Ziva's desk, throwing open her desk drawer and pulling out her badge and her gun as well before he just smiled at Gibbs as he ran back out of the bullpen.
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Ziva peeked her head into autopsy and smiled as she realized that neither Doctor Mallard or Jimmy Palmer were in the room. Only Carly Evans, lying on the autopsy slab, freshly stitched up. She looked around a little bit before she made her way over to Ducky's desk. She pulled on the drawer and then frowned. It was tightly locked. Looking around a bit more, she pulled out her lock pick and then stuck it in, turning it around a little before she heard it click. She pulled it open as she replaced her lock pick, and then pulled up the top part of the drawer down to the secret compartment she had created overnight while Ducky was away.
Taking a deep breath and looking around some more, she pulled out the manila file. Anthony D. DiNozzo. It read across the top: Medical File. She opened it up, flipping through the pages of the plague that she had already read. Once she was close to the end, she noticed a couple of pages that looked just thrown in there. A chart, a graph, some other complicated drawings, and then a test. A blood test. A DNA test.
As she read the words at the top of the sheet, she nearly dropped it, her eyes growing wide and her heart rate nearly accelerating through the roof.
"Oi Va'avoi Li Tony..." She whispered, in shock, as she heard the elevator doors ping open. Shutting the file quickly, she shoved it back in, closed the compartment and then shoved the desk drawer shut. Right as she turned, she came face to face with Tony DiNozzo.
"Ziva, you okay?" he asked, a confused look painted on his face as he started to look around, "There's no one here, and you look like you've just seen a ghost."
She straightened up, "I am fine."
"Well good…" He said, still unsure of whether or not he should trust her, "Gibbs wants us to stop by this convenience store where Carly Evans credit card was used…"
"Why are we still standing here then?" She questioned, "Let us go, yes?" She said, motioning him out. He nodded, slowly, and then started out, trying to figure out why she was acting that way.
"I brought you your gear." He said, handing it to her.
"Oh. Thank you." She said, holstering her gun and her badge as they entered the elevator, Tony pressing the button for the garage.
"Just like old times." He grinned, and she nodded, giving him a small smile back.
"Yes. Just like old times." She agreed, and they stood in silence in the metal lift. Ziva thought back to what she read in the medical file. How as she ever going to look at him the same way again?
MWHAHA! You still don't know! Let me tell you though, you will never ever EVER guess it! Review! Because the more reviews I get, the faster I update! Hehe remember that! You'll find out…eventually! But now Ziva knows, so the cat's almost out of the bag! Review if you hate Lynn! Oh, and Oi Va'avoi Li means 'Oh my god' in Hebrew. And...just to tease you....what Ziva read in the medical file? It could change who Tony DiNozzo is. Completely. And I gave a kinda big hint as to what it is. But I doubt anyone will ever guess it. REVIEW!
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