A/N: I like this chapter, it's where things start to get interesting. Oh yeah and please review I'd would kill for someone to just say I stink, okay I'll stop being all desperate. Hope you enjoy...

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or House MD. I don't own Star Wars either, which is a shame.

Chapter 6

That night McGee sat on the hotel bed, laptop in front of him as he busily typed away at the keyboard. He was so into his book at this point that nothing short of a atomic bomb would pull him away from his writing. That or an angry Ziva which is what he got.

"McGee," she said storming into his room, "it's 0200 and I can't sleep with you typing away like that."

"Ziva you're on the other side of the wall and I woke you up typing?" asked McGee.

"Well I've been trying to fall asleep, and I can't with you typing!"

"Something tells me it's not my typing that's keeping you up."

"What are you implying McGee?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying that my typing isn't that loud."

Ziva looked around as if a spy might be hidden somewhere in the room. Then she turned to McGee once again, "Can I trust you?" she asked in a whisper.

"Of course," McGee answered stunned. Ziva normally didn't like to share anything with anyone.

"You know that doctor that warned us about House?" she said

"Which one?" McGee asked jokingly.

"The second one."

"Wilson?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"Well I think that he is... the way he talked to that patient was..."

"You like him," McGee said in a childish voice.

She glared at McGee and he returned her look with a uplifted eyebrow. .

"Okay, maybe a little."

"Then ask him out Ziza." McGee said simply now returning to his computer.

"Gibbs would never let me."

"Gibbs isn't your dad Ziva, he can't stop you from asking someone out, besides I think he would let you anyways."

"He's been slapping Tony left and right!"

"That's because Tony likes anything that moves and can flirt, you on the other hand like this Wilson guy 'cause of his personality. I think Gibbs liked Wilson anyways. Just ask him out."

"You know you're right, thanks Tim."

"Good for you Ziva, and by the way if Gibbs catches you, it wasn't my idea."

Ziva laughed and left McGee to his laptop, she returned to her room and fell right asleep.

That same night House and his team were up up late trying to figure out the cause of the Piety Officer's disease, to no prevail. At about 11 House left for home.

He drove home on his motor cycle and reached his house soon after. He walked in and placed his jacket on the rake and made his way to the bedroom. He stumbled into bed and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to fall asleep the phone rang.

House rolled out of bed and answered.

"You save him, you're own life will pay the price." That was the only thing the mysterious, voice scrambled person said. It left House in his home alone in the dark, the window slightly open and a ominous winded blowing through it.

House had had his life threated before but nothing like this. There was something about the call that made him want to jump under the bed and never open his eyes again. Of course the days of hiding under the covers were long over, but he still could not find himself to go back to bed. He would of called NCIS if he knew their number but he didn't. The police couldn't do much, after all the man had threated to kill him if he save the man's life not right now. As much as he didn't want to admit it though, he was scared out of his wits.

He stood their stack still for a couple of moments before he decided to make a phone call. He took out his cell phone which he had just placed on the bed stand and called a number he had memorized a long time ago.

"Wilson," he said when a sleepy man picked up the phone, "I'm coming over."