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Chapter 5
Few hours went slowly. Abby confirmed that the samples sent to her, belonged to William Garzia. David Portia was still unconscious so team hasn't been able to interrogate him yet. But until proven otherwise, he is guilty. "Easy murder for a change", McGee said. "Yeah, gives us more time to solve the mystery called minininja", DiNozzo smiled and watched towards the baby who was wide awake in her basket kicking with her legs."Minininja?" Gibbs questioned.
"Olive skin, brown yes, brown curly hair, ninja moves, does it ring any bells?" DiNozzo asked.
"Nice one, Tony", McGee smiled.
Gibbs was quiet for a while and then he realized to whom DiNozzo was referring to and started laughing.
Ziva smirked to DiNozzo and rubbed baby's small cheek. Baby took Ziva's finger to her own, small fist.
"Don't worry, sweetie. We are really good at solving mysteries", Ziva said gently.
Few hours went slowly. David Portia woke up and confessed killing William Garzia because of a jealousy. Garzia had been having a fair with Portia's wife. She was about to leave her husband so Portia decided that if he can't have his wife, neither would Garzia.
Baby was fed and changed and was now sleeping peacefully. Finally it was time for team to go home.
"Ziver, a word. Can you take care of her?" She seems to like you."Gibbs asked.
"Yeah, sure. I just need diapers and food for her. But I can stop at the grocery", Ziva promised.
"Good, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. It doesn't matter, what time is it"; Gibbs reminded.
"Thanks Gibbs", Ziva said.
Gibbs gave a kiss to both Ziva and the baby.
"Good night Gibbs", Ziva wished.
"Good night, Ziver. See you in the morning!" Gibbs answered.
Ziva left NCIS with the baby. Something she thought would never happen. Somehow she managed to put the baby basket in her car and tie it to seatbelt. Ziva started her car and drove towards supermarket. She was known from her fast, sometimes even dangerous driving style, but this time she drove slowly and carefully. Not only was she responsible for a small human being, but she didn't want to be picked up by the police. She knew that baby basket wasn't in her car like it was supposed to be. But on the other hand, she wasn't prepared to take baby home at the end of the day. Ziva was almost at her destination and was about to sigh from a relief when she realized that there was police car at the end of the road. She wished that they were just watching traffic but soon she realized that they were stopping every car. Ziva sent a pray to God that she would survive without explanations.
"Good evening ma'am!" the police officer said.
"Good evening", Ziva answered.
"Just taking breath test", police officer explained.
Ziva blowed zero and was about to leave when problems started.
"Thomas, there's a baby at the back seat and it's not in car seat. And is that a knife?" the other police officer said.
"Yes, it appears to be a knife. Call back up for us. We might be dealing with a kidnapping", the other officer replied. "Step out of the car ma'am. We are going to search your car".
"On what grounds?" Ziva asked. "And I haven't kidnapped anyone".
Ziva was about to take her ID and badge out of her bag, but was soon pulled out by a police officer. She was put against police car with handcuffs in her wrists. Of course police found her gun, backup gun and knives. After that they decided that she is a criminal and didn't take a better look at her bag. The baby was taken into another police car and Ziva heard word social service.
"I have a legal right to be heard and everyone is innocent until proven otherwise", Ziva said. She was hurting and she was worried about the baby.
"I see, that you've been dealing with the law before", the police officer noted with an irritating voice.
"Yes, I deal with the murders, kidnappings, robberies, assaults, drugs, sex and so on almost every day. But not the way you think. You found my guns and knives and after that you decided that I'm a criminal. You didn't do as you were supposed to do: investigate my car and bag properly…"Ziva started her explanation.
"Don't you tell me how to do my job", officer yelled.
"How many house- or car searches have you done recently?" Ziva asked. "I do them every week at least once. Because you see, I'm a federal agent. And take these handcuffs away and I can prove it. And I can tell you the story of a baby", Ziva replied calmly
Police officer looked at Ziva suspiciously. Then an older man came and said:
"I'm lieutenant Cavanaugh, what is the problem in here?"
"She had a baby at her back seat and not in a car seat. She has two guns and knives with her. She is trying to tell me how to do my job. Claims to be a federal agent", police explained.
Lieutenant watched Ziva for a while and finally ordered:
"Take handcuffs off and give her a change to identify herself".
Police officer took handcuffs away, grabbed Ziva's arm and lead her to her car. Ziva took her badge out from her bag and said:
"Ziva David, NCIS".
Police officer didn't look convinced so Ziva continued:
"Naval Criminal Investigative Service. So yes, I am a federal agent. This morning I went to crime scene with my team. We were investigating the murder off petty officer. We found a baby near crime scene. Social service is aware of her, but they refuse to take her, because she is most likely citizen of Israel. We don't know her name, age or how she got here. And before we do, we are ordered to take care of her. And I really did not think of taking a baby home today so I do not have a car seat. I was going into a grocery store to buy diapers and baby formula. The ones she has, won't last long. And if you still have problems with my story, you are more than welcome to call my boss special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs or director Leon Vance if you prefer.
"Ziva?" lieutenant Cavanaugh asked. "I thought you are Mossad".
"I resigned years ago. I became U.S. citizen almost three years ago and I have been special agent about 18 months now", Ziva explained.
"Lieutenant, shall I call that agent Jibbs or whatever his name was? officer asked.
"Gibbs", Ziva corrected.
"No need for that. I know this woman. But you are going to apologize from agent David and give her the baby immediately. And wish that you will never face agent Gibbs's bad side", lieutenant Cavanaugh ordered.
"I'm sorry agent David. I didn't know you", officer muttered.
"Apologize accepted and from now on, investigate properly before you judge anyone", Ziva said.
Ziva got the baby back and put her into a car. Fortunately she was asleep and didn't know anything about recent incident.
At the supermarket:
Ziva was walking in supermarket. It was easy to buy milk, bread, cheese and other food she needed. That she could do almost yeas closed. But diapers and formula, that was a different story. Finally Ziva managed to buy everything she needed and left home. Her wrists were hurting but she got home safely.
At Ziva's home:
"I know you are hungry", Ziva said gently and started feeding the baby.
After that Ziva changed baby's diaper and put her to bed. Suddenly there was a knock in the door. Ziva opened it and saw Tony.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
Ziva told Tony the whole story. He was terrified of the police officer's behavior.
"I think you should call Gibbs and tell him the story. I'm gonna get some ice and tomorrow Ducky id going to take a look at your wrists", Tony said.
"I was just about to call Gibbs", Ziva admitted.
At the Gibbs's basement:
Gibbs was working at his basement. He had had a bad feeling for whole evening. That intuition he has, is usually right when it comes to his team. So he wasn't surprised to hear his phone ringing.
"Yeah, Gibbs", he answered and after hearing Ziva's story, he asked: "Do you want me to come over?"
"No, Tony is here", Ziva answered. "I just wanted to let you know. See you tomorrow".
Tony gave a kiss to Ziva's forehead and they both fell asleep feeling safe.
Coming up next: who knows? ;)