Part 2: If Looks Could Kill
Jenny was just finished when there came a knock on the dressing room door. She checked to be certain Tony couldn't be seen and opened the door slightly to greet Gibbs and Ziva.
"Jenny, you didn't…" Gibbs managed to say before falling to the floor.
"Pistachio Pudding!" She'd miscalculated again. Jenny reached out to check his pulse and sighed with relief. Gibbs would have a knot on his head, but he was still breathing.
Ziva had drawn her weapon and was looking around for something that would explain Gibbs' collapse. "Is he okay? What happened?"
"He'll be fine. It was just a bit too much for him."
"What was?"
"It's an old family secret, I was preparing to use it at the upcoming agency directors meeting." Jenny rubbed her forehead wearily.
"What did you do?" Ziva pursued as she holstered her weapon.
"My mother taught me how to create certain reactions in men using only my attire."
"That sounds interesting. Would you teach me?" Ziva's eyes sparkled.
"Later, we have other things to deal with right now." Jenny moved back into the dressing room to change into her own clothes.
"Why did you call us? Were you just curious to see if your technique worked?" Ziva asked through the door.
"No, there was an accident here earlier."
"What kind of accident?"
Jenny answered by swinging the door open completely.
"Tony!" But the cry wasn't from Ziva who stood speechless. A brunette with a horrified expression dropped the clothing she was carrying to rush forward. "What happened to him?"
"You! You're his mystery woman." Ziva regained control of her voice.
"Who are you? What did you do to him?" The woman, Jeanne Benoit, checked for signs of life in Tony.
"I'm his partner."
"Partner? Professors have partners? What kind of program is that?" Jeanne was confused.
"Professor?" Now Ziva was confused.
"Rhubarb Pie!" Jenny mentally swore as she saw her operation go up in smoke.
"He's Dr. Tony DiNardo, film professor and my boyfriend." Jeanne was beginning to act defensively.
"No, he's Tony DiNozzo, NCIS special agent. Evidently you were the secret assignment he's been keeping from us." Ziva had a pitying look in her eye.
"Are you kidding? I'm a doctor, not a drug dealer. You've made some mistake. I'm not some assignment to him, Tony loves me."
"A good agent would never fall in love with his mark. Tony must be using you for some reason." Ziva turned to look at Jenny who winced. Ziva definitely needed to work on her method of handling distraught women.
"Using me! Why… How… Where…" Jeanne was rendered inarticulate.
"Which one of those questions would you like to have answered?" Ziva's calm demeanor further infuriated Jeanne.
As the argument continued, Jenny watched Jeanne and she became disturbed. Jeanne's face had changed from grief stricken to angry and now it was something beyond angry. The loathing on her face was an almost tangible thing and Jenny began to worry. She needed to step in before this escalated. "Ladies."
Suddenly, laser beams shot from Jeanne's eyes hitting Ziva in the chest. Ziva was unprepared for the attack, but managed to pull her pistol out and squeeze off a few rounds. Before Jenny could react, both women were lying unresponsive on the floor, Jeanne bleeding from two shots in the center of her chest and Ziva with burns covering her torso. Jeanne's aim had been wild; nevertheless as Jenny reached out to check Ziva's pulse, she found it to be effective. Now she had three bodies on her hands and an unconscious team leader. Could this day get any worse?