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NCIS Headquarters – Squad Room
Tony, Ziva and McGee sat at their desks, trying to work on the case.
"Wasn't it good seeing Kate again?" Tony asked, his concentration the first to break.
"Yeah," McGee replied thoughtfully. "Yeah, it was."
Tony continued to focus on the screen he was reading, but his concentration was shot. Luckily, he was saved by his desk phone ringing.
"DiNozzo," he answered.
After a few mm-hmms, uh-huhs and other understanding grunts, he asked, "Does Gibbs know?"
"Do I know what, DiNozzo?" he asked from behind him.
Tony quickly replaced the receiver and stood up. "Boss, Abby has ID'd the Jane Doe from the bathroom. A Petty Officer Nancy Squires, stationed at Quantico."
"McGee?"
"Petty Officer First Class Nancy Squires, engineer at Quantico, was reported missing when she didn't show up to her duty shift and couldn't be found on base."
"How did she die?" Ziva asked.
"Same as the other girl," Jenny announced from behind Gibbs. "Raped, tortured and suffocated." The boss was the only person not surprised at her information.
"If I may, director," Tony said. "How did you know that?"
She sighed, moving to sit in Gibbs' chair. "We have a serial killer on our hands, and he seems to be after us."
The statement surprised everyone.
"Anyone in particular, director?" Tony asked, fearing the answer.
She sighed again. "No one at the moment, but I do think he'll go for the female agents first."
"How so?" Ziva asked.
"He seems to have access to high security areas, Ziva," the director said. "Which includes NCIS. That's why I want everyone moving around in pairs; no exceptions."
The three agents grumbled, but were silenced by a look from Gibbs.
"Tony, you and Ziva get to babysit each other, have fun and remember rule number 12; McGee, you get to hang out with Abby, and the same goes for you. Ducky and Palmer have the company of each other."
"What about you, Boss?" McGee dared to ask.
"He's with me," the director said, still sitting in Gibbs' chair. "He's the only one I trust enough," she whispered, loud enough for only the team leader to hear.
"McGee, shouldn't you be with Abby?" Gibbs asked, spurring them into action.
"Going now, boss," he said, gathering his gear.
"I want an ID on the killer tonight, McGee," Gibbs called. "I wanna know who's after us!"
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Later, Ziva's apartment
Tony was sitting on the couch waiting for his partner to exit the bathroom, still dressed in what he wore to work that day. "Hurry up, David," he called, beginning to jiggle his feet. "It shouldn't take that long to change into a tracksuit."
She emerged from the bathroom a moment later, her body covered only by a towel, her hair clean and wet. "Relax Tony; it takes time to wash my hair. You wouldn't want me dirty and uncomfortable tonight, would you?"
Tony sat still on the couch, taking in the sight before him. "Need a hand getting changed?" he asked, almost drooling over her appearance.
She poked her head out of her bedroom. "You're a pig, Tony."
"Yeah, but a cute pig!" he called back after her, knowing a smile would appear on her face.
"Doesn't stop you from being one!"
Ziva emerged from the bedroom seconds later, fully dressed with a duffel bag in hand. "Ready to go?" she asked. He simply nodded; standing and walking towards her. She smiled at him, handing over her bag. "Let's go then." Tony groaned at the weight of the bag, but continued towards his car anyway.
"After you, m'lady," he joked, holding her apartment door open for her.
"Pig," she said, walking out past him.
DiNozzo smiled to himself. "She loves me," he muttered, locking the door and following her down the stairs.
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Somewhere
A lone male figure sat in his car, sight trained on Tony and Ziva exiting the apartment building. He raised the barrel of his rifle, setting Ziva in his sights. The pair stopped suddenly, beginning to argue, and he set himself up for the shot.
He pulled the trigger moments after Anthony DiNozzo stepped into the path of the bullet.
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Tony and Ziva
Setting off for the car again after arguing over who was driving, Tony recoiled as a bullet pierced his body. Ziva watched as he fell quickly to the ground, hen pulled out her Sig and pointed it in the direction the shot came from. Hearing only a car drive off in the distance, she lowered her weapon and dropped to Tony's side, pulling out her cell phone instead.
"Tony! Where are you shot?"
He groaned a bit, trying to focus on her face. "Ziva…" he whispered, reaching for her hand. "Help me."
Tony lost consciousness moments later.
"Tony!" Ziva screamed again, this time dialling familiar numbers on her cell keypad.
"Yeah, Gibbs," the other person answered.
"Tony's been shot. He's unconscious," Ziva said. "We're about to go to the hospital, I'll call you when we get there." She hung up quickly and dialled for an ambulance.
"Don't die, Tony. Don't you dare die on me," she whispered, just as the operator picked up.