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NCIS Headquarters - Autopsy
Doctor Donald Mallard was sitting at his desk, attending to his autopsy reports, when the doors to his lab opened, admitting Agents Cassidy, Hawkins and Taylor, who were escorting Ziva and Tony. Though the senior field agent was still injured, he was trying his best not to show how much pain he was in.
"Ah, Ziva, Anthony! What brings you two out of hiding? Surely you're not here for my amusement?"
The partners laughed as Cassidy shook her head. "Sorry, Ducky, but they're temporarily hiding out in Autopsy while we organise their next safe house; the first one was almost compromised this morning," she added before he could ask.
"Oh," he said, his voice falling flat in the echoing lab. "I hope Caitlin wasn't to blame."
Ziva and Tony shared a smile at the mention of the captain's name. They moved closer to each other, trying to subtly hold the other's hand; the move was not missed by Ducky, though the medical examiner waited for the other three agents to exit before approaching the subject.
Meanwhile, Tony and Ziva settled themselves on an autopsy bench side by side and began a new round of harmless bantering, one which they both enjoyed and did not fail to include not-so-subtle flirting.
Ducky sat down at his desk, pleased that they had finally realised their feelings for ach other.
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Somewhere else
Sayal El Mohabi sat in his car, conference calling all involved in his mission to finally dispose of the bitch.
"The targets are currently quarantined in the Autopsy laboratory," Hawkins announced over his line.
"We are in place outside the service elevator," another's voice came.
"Loop installed over security footage," a third man spoke.
"You know that will only be effective for a few minutes," Hawkins interrupted.
"Well, yeah," the third man replied. "I didn't say I had turned it on. I will when you're just about to enter the lab. Is that okay with you?" he finished sarcastically.
El Mohabi sighed. "Shut it, you two. Are you ready to go?"
Affirmative noises emanated from the loudspeaker.
"Okay then, sound off. Check one," he began. The four other teams followed, and finally El Mohabi felt his plan beginning to fall together in a way only beneficial to him.
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NCIS Headquarters – Autopsy
Ziva and Tony sat on the autopsy benches, side by side, bantering in their usual manner when the arrival of the service elevator interrupted them.
"I didn't think we had any bodies," Tony said, moving his uninjured arm to unholster his weapon. Ziva did the same.
"Hey Ducky, are you expecting any new arrivals?" Tony called.
The ME exited his supply closet empty-handed. "No, Anthony, why do you ask?"
Tony gestured towards the service elevator shaft. "Someone's arrived," he answered simply.
Ducky frowned. "Oh. Let me just call Jethro; I'll ask."
Ziva's cell was in her left hand, her Sig in her right, as she hopped off the autopsy table elegantly. She could hear Ducky's side of his conversation with Gibbs as she approached the service elevator, making many subtle but meaningful gestures in the direction of the security camera. While moving she used her cell to call Abby.
"Forensics," the over-excited Goth answered.
"Abby," Ziva said, not taking her eyes off the metal doors. "I need you to tap into the autopsy security camera and direct the feed to the plasma in the bull pen."
"Ziva, are you and Tony in trouble?" she asked, the sound of her fingers tapping the keyboard evident over the line.
"Abby, focus. You also need to pull the feeds from the service elevator and autopsy receiving."
The scientist sounded sceptical. "Ziva, there's nothing there. You aren't even there. All is can see is Ducky sitting at his desk."
Ziva turned to look at her partner. Tony was on the phone to McGee.
"I'm sorry, but Officer David is busy, she might call you back later if she's alive."