A/N: It's a long one, and a cliffie:) sorry haha not really

"How's our little geeky friend?"

Tony teased when Ziva returned to the squadroom that evening.

"My hair hurts, and I have been itching to shoot something ALL DAY." she complained.

"Hair can hurt?" Tony asked, confused. Soon they heard the elevator ding.

"You're back! How did it go?" Abby asked as she strode into the squadroom.

"Boring. There is no ACTION there!"

"It's an office," McGee told her. "What were you expecting? A shooting range?"

The elevator door opened with a ding and so did the automatic sliding doors shortly after, a sound Ducky was quite accustomed to.

"Got a cause of death, Duck?" Gibbs asked as he arrived in autopsy.

"My initial suspicion was correct. She was killed by gunshot number two which penetrated her left atrium. Death was instantaneous. As for the first gunshot, it severed her aortic artery. The third was delivered post-mortem to ensure that she was dead. It's most likely that the killer lured her out to the yard, then shot her twice from cross the yard. She fell, the killer crossed the yard. The killer didn't want to check for a pulse, because that could have left a print on her body. Instead, he ensured her death by shooting her point blank in the forehead, execution style. This is smelling more and more of a professional hit, Jethro!" But when Ducky turned, the doors had shut and Gibbs was already gone.

"This has got to be the most boring undercover mission EVER,"

Ziva mumbled. It was the morning and she was sitting at her desk with the phone to her ear while she was talking to Tony through her earwig. She was waiting for her lunch break, when most of her division would be out eating together. She needed privacy so she could snoop around Paisley's desk.

"This isn't exactly a party for us here either, Zee-VAH," Tony said.

"Well, it could be worse, we could be McGee," Ziva pointed out. He had been doing her work all day. They had decided that it would be easier for McGee to hack into the server and do her work for her than for him to tell her what to do all day.

"True," Tony agreed, "But really, I have been sitting in MTAC ALL DAY. All i have to do is listen to McGeek type away."

"I am sorry this is so inconvenient for you, Tony." Ziva said sarcastically. "I could be doing anything else right now..." Tony continued.

"Tony! Your whining is really getting on my nerves! Good bye." She said and put down the phone. But sadly, putting down the phone didn't mean that would shut him up. "

"Mreowwww," Tony Imitated a cat.

"Boyfriend?" Asked Sydney, peering around the cubicle wall.

"Brother," Ziva replied, "I don't have a boyfriend. I spend most of my free time knitting."

"Oh." Sydney said. She sounded disappointed, like she was hoping for good gossip.

"Hey, do you want to join our lunch group?" she asked.

"I can not come today, I have a lot of work to do, but I can come tomorrow."

"Great! We are going to Mr. Wang's Chinese Restaurant tomorrow. Hey, maybe you can bring your brother! I would love to meet him!"

"No, no, no, NO, Ziva!" Tony growled.

"Thanks! I have a feeling he will be free tomorrow." Ziva said with a smile.

"You are dead meat, David." Tony threatened.

It was finally lunch break. Her section of the building was abandoned, so she could investigate Paisley's desk without being worried about being caught. At first sight, nothing seemed "hinky." In one drawer was a picture of a woman and 3 packs of cigarettes. In the other was...

"It is locked, Gibbs."

"Locked is good. Locked means he has something to hide. Pick it." Once she unlocked it, she opened it and found a notebook, full of numbers and letters.

"This is the leaked information, Gibbs. Paisley is our leak!" Ziva said and cheered internally.

"Don't get too excited yet, David. It's not enough for a conviction," Gibbs warned. So she snapped a few pictures of the notebook and moved on. As she dug through the contents of the drawer, she noticed some slips of paper that were clipped together.

"Receipts, Gibbs. There are 13 receipts here all from Mr. Wang's Chinese Restaurant. That's where Tony and I are going to lunch tomorrow..."

"Why would someone keep ALL the receipts from a single restaurant?" McGee asked.

"That's what Tony and Ziva are going to find out tomorrow."

"Don't tell me I have to..." Tony complained.

"Tony gets to go undercover as a geek as well!" Ziva said with a grin.

Tony was living one of his worst nightmares. He looked like Urkel. His glasses were as thick as his thumb and were the size of a baseball. His hair was parted to the side and greased down flat against his head. He was wearing and a t-shirt that was tucked into his pants. They were pulled up to his belly button. The white socks were pulled halfway up to his knees and he was wearing shoes that made him truly look like a clown. This was going to be a long day.

Ziva was tired of waiting. All she had to do was tell McGee her assignments and watch her mouse move across the screen. The clock on the wall ticked sluggishly, almost as if to annoy her. When lunch break finally came, she practically leaped from her seat. The restaurant was just a few blocks from SMRC, so there was no need to take her rental car. She sat next to Cotier and two seats away from Sydney. The empty seat to her right was reserved for Tony, who had just walked in. It was all she could do not to fall on the floor laughing. He looked like that character from that one American TV show... What was his name? Steve... Urkel? Yes that was it. Tony looked like Urkel.

"Hey, Rachel." He greeted her.

"You're family DiNozzo. Give her a kiss." Gibbs ordered. Tony was in no position to argue, so he wrapped his arms around Ziva and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Hi." she replied.

"Have you guys ordered yet?" He asked.

"No," Cotier replied, "We just got here ourselves."

"So, you name is Tony, right?" Sydney asked Tony as he took his seat next to Ziva.

"Yup" he answered.

"Where do you work?" she asked.

"I develop video games and sell them to distributors," he responded.

"Oh," she said. She had obviously determined that Tony was as geeky as he looked.

"I'll pay," Tony offered. "Ha! Good luck with that! Paisley always insists on paying the bill when we come here. He won't have it any other way. It's really quite nice of him," Sydney told him.

"Ah, don't mention it," Paisley said.

"Um, Tony, I have to go to the bathroom. I will be right back." Ziva really needed to talk to Gibbs. She walked into the bathroom which, fortunately, was completely empty.

"Paisley is not the type that would pay for lunch every week without ulterior motive, Gibbs. Something is in that bill! Why else would he keep all of the receipts? What if he is supplying the Chinese proprietors of this establishment with the secrets he had been stealing?" she asked. "What if all of the proof we need is in that bill? We NEED to intercept it! Cough once if you agree, Tony." she heard a faint cough through her earpiece.

"Good. Do we have permission to take action and most likely blow our cover, Gibbs?" she asked.

"Affirmative. Take him down. Do whatever it takes. Don't wait up, we are on our way." Gibbs replied.

"Ok, the owner's name is Chen Shin Wang. I am texting his picture to your phones right now." McGee said.

"Alright, Tony, you get the receipt. I have your back. If he is indeed supplying Wang with the information, the he is going to have many men on his side." She instructed. Then she left the bathroom and strode out into the main dining area. She and Tony exchanged a nod, and he got up and walked with her to the other end of the table.

"Excuse me, Mr. Paisley? I am going to be needing that bill." Tony said.

"As I said, it's kind of you to offer to pay b-" "I'm not offering to pay. I need you to give me that bill." Paisley stood up. Ziva put her hands on her hips, to show him her badge and her-

"SHE'S GOT A GUN!" someone screamed. That's when Paisley tried to take off. Ziva was quicker. She gave him a kick to the gut and flipped him onto the floor. The staff had heard the commotion and came filing out of the kitchen. Of course, this included Wang, who came running out, gun in hand. He was flanked by two other gun-toting men. All three of their weapons were pointed at Ziva and Tony. They probably didn't care if they shot Paisley. He was just a pawn to them. He was disposable. Collateral damage. One of Wang's goons fired off two rounds, both missing Ziva by mere inches. This put her on the offensive. She didn't have time to draw her gun before she attacked. But it didn't matter. She, herself, was a weapon. The first man was on the floor in two seconds flat. But he got back up, and soon she was fighting three at a time. She could hear Tony fighting his own battle behind her. She didn't really have to focus too much on fighting, it was second nature to her. She took a couple punches, but nothing major. That's when she realized that there were only two. She put them in the sleeper hold and ten seconds later they were unconscious on the floor. A look around proved that Tony had done a good job with Paisley. She didn't know if he was dead or unconscious. But Tony, Wang, and his gun were MIA. That's when she heard the shots. They were coming from the direction of the kitchen. And they still hadn't stopped. "TONY!" she yelled as she ran towards the kitchen. When she arrived, she saw Tony taking cover behind an old and dirty stove. He was taking heavy fire from Wang, who stood with his back toward her.

"Tony!" she yelled again, this time catching the Wang's attention. He turned and fired his last three shots at her. She only shot at him once, but it did the trick. Sadly, Wang was a much better shot than his henchmen. She was hit, but gratefully, he was hit worse. Her round hit him smack dab in the middle of the forehead, his in her left shoulder. She fell to the ground.

"ZIVA!" Tony shouted as he ran over to where she lay. "Probie, call an ambulance! Agent down!" Tony shouted. "Hang up the dang phone and dial 911, McGee!" Gibbs ordered. Abby had called McGee to tell him that Wang was wanted for murder in 2 other countries.

"Timmy, what's happening?" she cried. "

"Ziva's been shot, I have to go!" he told her

"Ti-" Abby began, but McGee didn't have time to hear what she said next, because he was already dialing 911.

A/N: Please please review, I really want to know what you thought!