Title: The Too Young series: The Forbidden

Disclaimer: I don't own the show NCIS, I'm just borrowing the characters for the story.

A/N: This story is part of my series called Too young, where Ziva is nineteen years old and has been assigned as Liaison Officer to Gibbs' team (just like on the show). She is taken care of by, and also seen as the responsibility of, Gibbs and occasionally also Director Jenny Shepard who were the ones that decided she could stay at NCIS regardless of her young age.

I wrote "Staying Focused" as the first story about a younger Ziva and I've had to make some changes in that story to make everything work better as a series. "Staying Focused" is still included in the series though of course.

The first change is that Ziva is nineteen, not twenty three and I have my reasons for making that change. The second change is that in this series Gibbs only administers Corporal Punishment to Ziva, (because of her age and the fact that he has taken responsibility for her training and safety) not the rest of the team. The third and last change is that "Staying Focused" takes place at the beginning of season three, not the end of the season. In this story the team has been informed of Ziva's age.

A/N 2: This is the third story about Ziva in my Too Young series.

CHAPTER 5

Anthony DiNizzo and Timothy McGee stood with their backs against the truck, hands in the air and weapons tossed to the side. "This is not good." Tony declared while Tim just shook his head that he shared the same opinion. Before them stood the driver who had just introduced himself as Joe Tanner, owner of the land they were on of course, but surprisingly also best friend and practically raised with their prime suspect Christopher Warren. Beside him stood the one and only Christopher Warren with the same shotgun as before pointed at McGee while Tanner had an old hunting rifle pointed at Tony's head.

"Who the hell are you two?" Warren asked in an agitated voice. He seemed slightly nervous which didn't exactly make either Agent feel better since he happened to be pointing a weapon at them.

"They're Navy Cops, Chris." Tanner jumped in, "They said so before when I picked them up by the road. They're here for you. They're gonna take you away for murderin that Navy girl you hooked up with."

"Hell they are. I'll kill em first." he pointed the shotgun determinedly at McGee and seemed almost ready to fire it when his friend stopped him.

"Not here, you crazy fool! We're gonna have to take them over to the pit behind the house where no sounds won't be heard by no one."

McGee tried his best not to whimper when he felt one of the sheep stick her head out between the bars and nibble at his right ear.

"Now wait just a minute gentlemen." Tony said and flashed a smile at the two charming men in dungarees and rubber boots. "Perhaps it would be best for us to explain the penalty for murdering two Federal Agents before you do anything rash that you...and most of all WE, will regret later."

"I don't wanna hear about no deals with you. No judge is gonna offer me no deal later anyway!" Warren yelled, then hawked and spat at Tony's boots. "Now get going!"

The two Agents started to move towards the house with Warren and Tanner on their heels, pointing their weapons at their backs. Suddenly a familiar sound was heard. McGee turned his head slightly and saw exactly what he was hoping to see. It was Gibbs' car headed across the meadow and straight at them in high speed. Even faster than usual even when Gibbs was driving it.

"What the hell?!" Tanner exclaimed when he noticed the car headed straight towards them. He squinted his eyes to try and see who was behind the wheel but the car was approaching in such a high speed that he quickly gave that up when he realized the person driving was not slowing down.

The two men dropped their weapons and jumped to the side as the car aiming to hit them passed by. They hit the ground with a loud thud.

McGee and Tony smiled at each other when they realized who it was coming to their aid. The smiles quickly faded though when they also realized they were in the way and had to throw themselves to the side as well.

Ziva hit the brake pedal as hard as she could to stop the car. The tires screeched but the braking distance was longer than she had estimated. To avoid going straight into the fence she quickly turned the wheel to the right and managed to avoid hitting the fence but instead accidentally came crashing into a cart filled with tins of paint.

To be continued