A/N: I'm posting the first couple of chapters just to give you guys a taste, but after chapter 3, I'm going to wait for five reviews before posting the next one. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 2

It had been a week since the NCIS team had set foot on the crime scene, and nothing new had come in. Ducky had performed his autopsy and had proved his first theory, but nothing more. Abby had gone through hours of security camera footage and found nothing. The team had searched for a blood trail or murder weapon about 10 times and failed. For what seemed like the first time, team Gibbs was stuck.

Their only hope was Steward, who was still alive but just barely. His vitals were down and he was constantly slipping in and out of consciouses. He had never had the chance to give them the information they needed so badly. No doctor in DC could figure out what was wrong with him, but director Vance had an idea.

"Gibbs," he said when they were alone in his office, "I may have some good news."

Gibbs remained silent standing in front of the director's desk.

"I've made some calls, we'll be sending Steward to Princeton-Plainsboro hospital. I've heard they have one of the best doctors in the states."

"You think he can figure out what's wrong with my guy?" asked Gibbs obviously uncomfortable with the fact that the success of his team now rested in the hands of some doctor.

"It's the best chance we've got. We're airlifting him at 0600 tomorrow."

"Gibbs turned to leave, he was halfway out the door when he turned back to the director and uncharacteristically said, "Thank you director."

Abby and Ducky stayed behind, as Gibbs, Ziva, Tony and McGee, all headed to Princeton-Plainsboro on a large 737 Jet. They all sat first class. Gibbs with McGee and Tony with Ziva.

Ziva groaned when the seating arrangement were announced and things got ugly before the plane even left the runway.

"Tony! Stop adjusting the air blowing thing." yelled Ziva.

"What," protested Tony, "I'm hot!"

"Well then point it at you not me!"

"It is pointed at me!"

The plane pulled out onto the runway and the plane to accelerate rapidly. The force pushed Tony and Ziva gently back into their seats, stopping their argument for at least a moment.

McGee was sick and tired of the whole Ziva Tony relationship. They obviously had feelings for each other, and it annoyed him that they denied the fact that they did. It was Gibbs rule that stood in the way and was stopping them from letting their feelings run free.

Imaginative Gibb slap. It wasn't the rule, it was them. They were both incredibly strong headed individuals and neither of them wanted to give in before the other. The fact was however, that if they did get together it would affect how they worked, if it came down to it Tony would take a bullet for Ziva rather than a civilian. In this dangerous business it was always best to keep your head clear. Gibbs must of already thought this through when he made the rule.

"Gibbs is one step ahead of all of us," McGee said not meaning to say it out loud.

"And he always will be Tim," said Gibbs. He wouldn't say another word until they landed.