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"If I had driven we would not be so late," Ziva hissed.

"Shut up Ziva," Tony hissed back.

"DiNozzo! David! You're fifteen minutes late!"

"Uh, yeah, sorry Boss. Car troubles."

"Right. Ziva, I found this in he parking garage." He held up her badge.

"Oh, I must have dropped it on my way in." She took it from him sheepishly.

"I think that's quite likely. McGee will fill you in. I want all the evidence bagged and tagged.

"On it Boss," the two chorused.

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Three hours later and the earlier joy of having a new case had worn off and boredom had once again set in as they carried out mundane background checks and hit brick wall after brick wall.

Ziva had been half asleep on her hand when her computer beeped and made her jump.

"I've got something!" she announced, grabbing the plasma remote and clicking a couple of buttons. "Petty Officer Williams had a storage container near the docks. He accessed it twice a month, always on the fourth and twenty-fourth, for five years and then he stopped suddenly in 2008. It wasn't accessed for three years but last week it was accessed on three separate occasions, on Monday, by Petty Officer Williams, on Wednesday by Petty Officer Jenkins, the other victim, and on Thursday by Lara McAshton, Petty Officer Williams' ex-wife."

"She did it!" Tony said immediately.

"Why do you always assume it is the wife Tony?" Ziva asked

"'Cause nine times out of ten it is."

"Come on, let's check out that storage unit. Ziva, you can drive," he tossed the keys to her.

Ziva caught them with a worried look on her face."Um...uh...drive Boss?"

Gibbs looked at her confused. "Yes drive. Is that a problem?"

"Um, well, no, but..."

"She's not allowed to drive," Tony supplied, always eager for a chance to drop his partner in it.

"Says who?"

"The Director."

"Shut up Tony!"

"Why would the Director say you can't drive Ziva?"

"Well, you see Gibbs..."

"She and Tony were fighting over who got to drive and when I told them to stop, she yelled at me," Jenny explained, having arrived in the bullpen to the tail end of the conversation.

"She accused me of being a toddler throwing a tantrum!" Ziva tried to defend herself

"You were acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum," Jenny rebuked, the look in her eyes daring Ziva to argue.

"I guess Tony will have to drive then," Gibbs said. "And we'll talk about this later."

At these words Ziva felt a very unfamiliar sensation. She had faced guns and bombs and terrorists without batting an eyelid but at the look in Gibbs' eyes and the idea of explaining her outburst in the garage to him made her. . .scared. It was not a feeling she was used to, or one she liked.

'Don't be ridiculous Ziva, she chastised herself. 'Pull yourself together.'

"Ziva!"

Whilst Ziva had been preoccupied in giving herself a mental dressing down she had failed to notice that the rest of the team had reached the elevator.

She hurried after them and twenty minuets later they'd pulled up outside the storage facility.

Flashing their badges to gain access they were lead to Petty Officer Williams' storage container. They were in the process of opening the doors when Tony stopped suddenly and looked around.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered.

The others stopped what they were doing as well.

"Hear what?" Ziva whispered back.

"It sounded like a muffled gunshot," he responded.

"You sure DiNozzo?"

"Yeah Boss."

All four agents listened quietly and sure enough, a few seconds later, they heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire.

The team immediately began to move apart looking for the source of the gunshots. For a few moments all was silent but then Ziva heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She drew her gun and moved behind a nearby crate. When the footsteps moved off in the other direction she chanced poking her head out from behind the crate and saw an armed man moving towards a storage unit that was separated from the others. She quickly radioed to the team.

"I'm eye-balling a suspect right now. Male, Caucasian, brown hair, about 6'3", armed. He's headed towards a slightly separated storage container and..."

A sudden gunshot, much closer this time, made her jump and she dropped her gun. She cursed as it slid under the small gap underneath a nearby container, knowing she'd never be able to get it back out.

"I've lost my weapon. There's a back door to the facility in the direction the suspect is heading. I'm going after him."

"No Ziva, you are not going after an armed suspect with no weapon and no backup."

"But Gibbs..."

"I said no Ziva. You will hold position and wait for us. That is an order Officer David!"

Ziva stayed where she was for a moment before making a decision. She turned her radio off and came out from behind the crate.

'I can't let him get away,' she justified her actions to herself as she took off after the suspect. As she approached the isolated storage contained she could hear movement inside. She slipped towards the door quietly then burst in tackling the man to the ground sending his gun flying across the unit. There was a few seconds of struggle before she managed to gain the upper-hand and pull out her handcuffs. Just as she was about to snap them in to place she felt something press up against the back of her head.

"Put the handcuffs down little lady."

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