Next Chapter coming up… (Sorry about the grammar mistakes, I will try to do better.)
Gibbs slammed his head against the seat as he sat waiting for the lights to change. He cursed himself inwardly over and over again.
He was driving around Washington desperately trying to find Tony; this however was proving to be futile.
Early that Day…
"This is Ziva we are talking about," said Abby quietly. "There is no way; it is not possible for her to take her own life."
"You think I don't know that…" Gibbs hissed maliciously in Tony's direction.
Tony was sitting alone in the corner of autopsy away from the rest of the team. He didn't think he could cope with the angry looks and whispers he had to adjure when he was with them.
Ducky was looking through the file that had been faxed through from Tel Aviv, desperately trying to find something in the report that might indicate that it wasn't her. But the darkening and serious expression that had appeared on his face proved that this wasn't the case.
"Tony?" Ducky asked gently.
Tony grunted a response,
"Did Ziva have a tattoo?" Ducky asked.
Tony lifted his head and turned to face them.
"Yes, a five pointed star on her left shoulder in…"
"Aqua blue." Ducky finished for him.
The whole team looked at each other, not saying a word but exchanging nervous glances. The under lying feeling that she was dead had been growing stronger and stronger. However none of them wanted to be the one to say those harrowing words, the words that confirmed or stated she was definitely dead.
"I know none of us wants to admit this but…" Jenny said softly.
She raised her head of Gibbs shoulder which was now moist with tears,
"I can't think of any other explanation. There are too many coincidences that make me believe that it can't be a look alike. One, she went back to her childhood home and hung herself from a tree that had great sentimental value to her. Hers and her sisters initials were carved onto that tree, I remember her mentioning that tree when we were in Cairo together. Two, the body had the same tattoo as Ziva which is too coincidently. Also, you say suicide isn't like Ziva but it is…" the last statement brought everybody's head up and all their eyes were directed to Jenny.
"Ziva is… was very, very proud. If she ever thought her honour or her dignity were in danger she would punish herself internally for a long time. She ran away from us and Ziva hates being a coward. The very idea of running away is not of her mentality. Then she had to admit to her father she had killed her brother, and believe me her father can be very manipulative at times. Her father probably disowned her and banished her from his sight. Think of it this way, she couldn't go back, she couldn't go forwards. Coming back here would be worse than going away; she had no future, nothing to go on for. Maybe she just wanted the emotional pain of her life to stop, for everything to go away." Jenny finished addressing the group.
"I'm sorry but it had to be said, Ziva committing suicide isn't a big surprise to me at all…"
The noise of angry horns brought Gibbs back to the present; he quickly accelerated and made his way to a bar Tony spent most of his time.
Gibbs arrived there and found no signs of Tony, he slammed open the door of his car, sat down and screamed into the steering wheel.
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Gibbs arrived at Tony's apartment, the door was open and he walked in. Not worried too much by an open front door, Tony had been a little distracted when he left, to say the least. He looked in every room, no sign of Jeanne or Tony. It appeared that someone had been angry; a photo frame was smashed on the floor.
He picked it up and examined it; it was a picture of them on holiday. They both seemed relaxed and happy to be together.
"Maybe I was a little harsh on him" he thought.
"I mean, it is not like I can lecture him about affairs too much."
Gibbs groaned, trying to work out where Tony would be. Gibbs paced around the apartment thinking; he suddenly stopped for a moment then ran out of the apartment.
He would be dammed if this would turn out to be an episode of Romeo and Juliet…
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Gibbs made it back to his house in record time, not caring about how many speeding tickets he would probably be receiving in the post soon.
The fact that his front door was open only confirmed his belief that Tony was inside. He went down into his basement to find a couple of empty bottles of bourbon littering the steps.
Gibbs continued walking down the steps till he reached his boat and walked around it letting his fingers brush over the smooth wood.
He saw Tony slumped against the bottom of the boat with a gun in his hands, pointing at his head.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you…" Gibbs said carefully.
"Why not?" Tony replied bitterly.
"Jeanne." Gibbs answered innocently.
"Don't talk to me about her; I have managed to loose the only woman I have ever loved."
"Told you not to neglect Jeanne, women don't like it." Gibbs replied wisely.
"Who says I am talking about Jeanne?" Tony answered looking at Gibbs through sorrowful eyes.
"And one bullet is the only thing stopping me seeing her again, in a place where the past can be forgotten." Tony said raising the gun to his head…