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Also this whole time I've been forgetting to 'disclaim'…so here it is:: I DON'T OWN NCIS!!! And I'm glad I don't because I don't think I'd do as good a job as DPB… BUT! I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE to work on the show... Wow that would be fun:D

Anyway, I don't own any of these characters and if this story displays any similarity to anyone else's story… it is purely coincidental!! THANKYOU :D

Tony walked down the now familiar hospital corridor; each step seemed to take forever to get to Ziva's room. As he turned into her room he saw a perfectly made bed amongst an empty room. No flowers, no clothes, just emptiness

Tony left the room and quickly made his way over to the front desk.

"Can I help you, Tony?" Asked the kind woman from behind the counter, he'd been there so many times that they knew each other's names.

"Uh, yeah." He began, "Who checked out Ziva David?"

The nurse looked down amongst her papers and ruffled through them a little until she emerged with a single sheet.

"This is her sign out sheet." Said the nurse

Tony took the sheet and slammed it down on the counter.

"Jeanne."

"Why have you got me here?" Ziva spat at Jeanne, already knowing the answer to the question.

Jeanne laughed, "Oh, you'll find out when the time comes."

"You holding me here is not going to make Tony love you."

Jeanne shot an evil glance at Ziva. "This isn't about him not loving me, because he will soon enough, this is about him not loving you."

"He doesn't love me." Said Ziva. Realising what she had just said sent a chill though her heart. Did he love her? She felt something for him but did he feel the same back?

"We'll just see, then, won't we?" Jeanne smirked. As crazy as this plan was, it was working.

Tony stormed into the bullpen and moved over to Gibbs' desk. He slammed the sign out sheet down and walked back to his desk.

"Do you want me to beg you to tell me what this is?" asked Gibbs in a not-so sarcastic way.

Tony spun around in the bullpen, half way to his desk. "That's Ziva's hospital sign out sheet." He informed.

Gibbs blankly looked at the sheet "And…"

"And that's not my signature. Gibbs, Ziva has been taken by Jeanne."

"Who's Jeanne?" Asked McGee blankly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sat down at his desk. He opened his email to see if anything had come in from Jeanne and was surprised when he saw that she had sent a single email from that day.

He opened the email and jumped to his feet. "Gibbs!"

Gibbs walked over to Tony's computer, although he had no idea what was going on, his gut knew that something was wrong.

He took one glance at the screen and called Abby. "McGee" He ordered, "Gas up the van or car or whatever, Tony gear up. Abby, DiNozzo is sending you some pictures, find out where Ziva is."

He hung up the phone and grabbed his gear

"Gibbs!" called Tony again. "Jeanne has left me an address. She has also said to come alone."

Gibbs looked thoughtfully at Tony and McGee "There is a chance that this could be an ambush."

"I need to do this, Gibbs"

"I realise that, DiNozzo. I was going to say that McGee and me are going to back you up."

Before anyone else could object, they had left the bullpen, Tony in a separate car to Gibbs and McGee.

"Any minute now." Jeanne predicted as she paced back and forth.

"What are you talking about now, Jeanne?" Ziva asked icily, she had had enough.

"Don't worry, Ziva. All you need to know is that it is now time for you to be bound and gagged."

Before Ziva could respond Jeanne had pushed her down onto a chair. Instinctively, Ziva fought it but as the nozzle of Jeanne's silver silencer touched her head she relaxed and obliged.

Jeanne tied her in tightly, Ziva was still certain she could escape but not yet. Not until Tony arrived.

Jeanne paced up and down the room, Ziva's gun dangling loosely from her back pocket. Ziva knew she could get to it. Maybe when Tony arrived. She fingered the end of the rope that bound her to her chair. When Tony arrived. And Gibbs, she would be ready.

Tony stood outside the warehouse, his gun hidden but still accessible. He contemplated how he would enter. Would he blow his cover by holding his gun or was his cover already blown?

He entered the warehouse, completely taken aback by the site of Jeanne holding a gun at Ziva's head, her, tied to a chair.

"Nice of you to join us Tony." She smiled wickedly.

Tony stared into Jeanne's eyes; their usual loving spark was completely over powered by anger and hate.

"Alright, now can you tell us why we are here?" Ziva broke the moment.

Jeanne looked at Ziva sharply.

"Alright." She began, turning to Tony "Who are you, Tony."

He looked down. "I'm. Ah. Tony." He mumbled quietly.

Jeanne raised her gun to Ziva's temple. "Who are you?" she repeated. This time with more force.

"Okay, Jeanne. Put the gun down." He said, waving his arms up and down to emphasise his point. "My name is Anthony DiNozzo, I am an NCIS special agent. The past months I have been working undercover as Professor Anthony Dinardo."

Jeanne tightened her grip on the trigger. "Did you love me?" She asked

Tony thought for a second. "Yes, I did."

She released her grip on the gun and turned her back on the couple. While she was going through some papers Tony looked at Ziva his eyes apologising for the last few months, for everything. She returned her eyes watering and her heart shattered from his last answer. He loved Jeanne.

"What is this, Tony?" Jeanne walked to Tony and handed him an envelope. Tony looked at her quizzically and opened the object.

As he looked at the contents he felt his body stiffen. He looked at Ziva, his face white.

"What is it?" Asked Ziva

Without saying anything, Tony held out the pictures of the pair kissing to Ziva. Her face dropped as each picture was shown.

"So this it what all of this is about" Stated Ziva, all the pieces falling into place.

Jeanne moved closer to Tony, she pulled Ziva's recovered 4 hour from her belt and handed it to Tony. She held her own gun directly at his head.

"Shoot her." She ordered.

Tony's eyes widened "What?"

"Kill her or I kill you... and her." Jeanne was serious

"Jeanne this is crazy." Tony tried to reason with her.

"You have 5 seconds." She informed him, tightening her grip on the gun. "4… 3… 2… 1…"

Sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger like that but it just had to be done :D:D

I hope everyone liked it... The final chapter coming up next…! Any suggestions? I haven't written it yet... :P

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