Corporate Offense was soo not as good as Last man standing or Agent Afloat. I do have one question though, why did Ziva (after being sent back to cold hard emotionless mossad) come back and start hugging everybody? In the previous three seasons she didn't even ever hug Abby! In the first three episodes she has engaged Abby in two hugs AND Gibbs! On her return I was shocked enough on Last Man Standing but I put it off to stress and disorientation but on C.O.? Just no. Where is the kick ass hard as nails persona?

Anyway. Here is Chapter two. Hope you enjoy. Next update Saturday or possibly early Sunday I'm going to be busy nearly all day saturday so I shall try my darnedest to update. Love me xx

Chapter Two

It was three weeks after Ziva had denied Tony to buy her any alcohol, since then the two had managed to have several petty arguments and currently, were not speaking to each other. At her last scan Ziva had been informed her child was a healthy size for twelve weeks, she had been offered to know the baby's sex, she had declined the doctors offer, rather be surprised. She had received more sonogram photos which she had now securely fastened in a photo album.

When Ziva got to work at the beginning of her fourteenth week she found that she would not actually be going home that night, but in actual fact she would be heading off to L.A. with Tony and the director. This would not be a fun time. She was quite right, the entire journey there Tony was staring at her, attempting in vain to get eye contact with her. She subtly avoided it for the first hour, but it increasingly grew on her nerves until she turned around and snapped at him.

He looked decidedly hurt for a few seconds before forcing some anger back out at her, within the next half an hour the two had entered into a full blown pissing match, they didn't even notice when they left the plane and were still arguing in the baggage collection area. The director ended up refereeing them, and through several failed attempts at wedging a gap between them she ended up slapping the backs of their heads in true Gibbs fashion. The two ceased their argument and stared at the director who smiled and indicated to Tony to get her bags he did so placing them onto a trolley and wheeling it towards the exit. Jenny followed, with Ziva walking behind her.

The hotel was slightly awkward as they only had two rooms, originally it had been decided that Tony and Ziva would share a room, but seeing as though they had refused to talk to each other after the world's worst argument less then half an hour ago. So Ziva and Jenny ended up in a room together, and Tony had a room to himself. The rest of the day passed by in peaceful silence, Ziva managed to calm herself down by gently cleaning her gun sat cross legged on an armchair in the corner of the room.

It was the following day that caused the hassle, Ziva and Tony had as part of the mission been told to protect the director at a funeral, they had in actually fact completed this not so difficult task and they now headed back to the hotel. Perfectly silently, Ziva rode in the back, Jenny shotgun and Tony drove. All three had managed to calm down sufficiently to the point where nobody was fuming, and could almost make small talk last long enough to turn an awkward silence into an awkward noise. On returning to the hotel Jenny informed the two agents that she wanted some time alone to do paperwork and told them to amuse themselves.

Ziva opted to read in a shady corner of the poolside, while Tony decided it was more appropriate to get a chick magnet style car and go pick up a new girlfriend, go see some sights, get sunburn. He sped off without a backwards glance while Ziva stared blankly at the pages in her book. After about two hours or so, she felt the need to check on the director, she really should not have let her out of her sight and had been battling with herself for the past two hours whether she should check up on her or not.

When Ziva finally made it up to the hotel room she knock lightly on the door, making the excuse that she needed something, a hat. The sun was giving her a migraine. No answer, so Ziva gently pushed open the door. The room was perfectly empty, Ziva checked the En-suite and the balcony before calling Tony. No answer, of course, nobody believes something might have happened. Ziva tried the directors cell phone, only to find it laying on the bed. Now she was worried. Ziva redialled Tony and left a message on his phone before grabbing her own gear and running out to find a car.

Twenty minutes later Tony was stuck in traffic, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw he had two missed calls, one of which left a voicemail, he quickly listened to the message before swearing, he rang Ziva back and waited anxiously for her to answer, one, two, three rings.

"Hello? Tony? Did you get my message, you haven't seen her have you?"

"Yes I got your message and no I haven't seen her. Where are you? You haven't called Gibbs have you?"

"I'm … I have no idea, I'm just," he heard the screech of tires as she obviously just swerved quickly into the road, he grimaced, "looking for her, driving around. Oh and why would I call Gibbs? If I don't find her he will kill me."

"Kill us, I left first, and Ziva, don't drive so dangerously when your pregnant please?" It was the first time either of them had openly mentioned it in front of the other since Ziva had told him.

"Tony, I wouldn't tell you what to do," More screeching, "if you was pregnant, so please, don't tell me what to do."

The two spent the rest of the day trying to find out where Jenny had gotten too, they looked high and low for her and eventually Ziva stumbled across a clue, she had gone back to the hotel to search the room and found Jenny's phone. When she flipped it open she found she had an unread message so she opened it quickly and read it. It contained a location and a time for earlier that day, Ziva texted the information to Tony with the instruction that he should meet her there.

The two quickly had merged into investigative mode and scoured the meeting scene for clues, they found several and ended up going on a wild goose chase across the town. After a few hours and a few more slight investigative disagreements they ended up pulling up outside a small abandoned diner. The two pulled their guns and headed inside, dead people, lots of dead people. Ziva was the one who saw Jenny first, she was utterly shocked.

"Tony." Was the only thing she could say, "Tony, I found her." He slowly came out from behind the booths to her right and walked around, he crouched on the floor and pressed his finger to Jenny's neck. Nothing. He stood up and uttered the words she really didn't want to hear.

"Better call it in." She grimaced slightly, at the professionalism he was showing; she knew it was so hard for him to have to conceal his hurt. She had already managed to control her pain, leashed it in. She put it aside to be strong, as has been drummed into her from such a young age. She walked outside and breathed in the fresh air, it was then that the nausea hit her, she ran off across the road to throw up behind a bush. Whilst Tony briefed Gibbs on the current situation.

It was several hours later when Gibbs arrived on the scene he was obviously angry, disappointed and grieving. He took one look at Tony and Ziva however and realised they were also in a pretty bad way. Ziva was sat in the car, the door open and her legs stretched out in front of her, her head was leaning against the back of the seat and her eyes were closed. Tony was sat to her side, on the kerb, leaning against the back door. He watched as Gibbs approached, he stood up and allowed Gibbs to follow him inside where Tony told Gibbs all he knew on the situation.

When they arrived back in D.C. Tony and Ziva both felt like all the blame rested on their shoulders. When they walked into the bullpen every face turned to stare at them. Ziva glared straight back, forcing the owners of those eyes to turn away. Tony however looked at the floor, disgrace written over his face. Ziva had been the one to realise the director had gone, she had been the one to find the meeting place and she had been the one to find the body. Tony had merely tagged along, he felt he was no longer deserving of the badge hanging at his waist.

McGee nodded when he became aware of their presence, he would have stood up from his computer, but he was too busy working on how to find the missing link to their investigation. Gibbs had found that another person had been present at the shooting, which they had walked away probably unharmed. McGee was determined to find said person, partly because it was his job to do so, and he was slightly scared of his boss. Mainly it was because he had cared for Jenny, they all did, and she had been one of the team at times. McGee felt that they owed her for making their jobs in the past three years that bit better.

Tony and Ziva both went and sat behind their own desks, Tony forlorn looking while Ziva had a fire burning in her eyes that nobody else would have understood. Ziva and Jenny went back longer than anybody at NCIS but Ducky and Gibbs. Ziva had spent a year with her driving around Europe and she had saved her life in Cairo, they had saved each other's lives too many times to count. Ziva was hurt Jenny hadn't asked for her assistance and yet she was angry at herself for not figuring her old friend was in danger sooner.

As Gibbs walked into the bullpen Ziva was just about to let her frustration and grief get the better at her by sticking her knife through her computer monitor. The coffee cup he slammed in front of her distracted her from her thoughts and brought her back to DC. Away from the diner in that empty corner of L.A. Gibbs didn't look at her, he had merely put the cup on her desk before turning around to DiNozzo's and doing the same thing, and again at McGee's. He walked straight out of the bullpen; none of them even considered asking him anything.

Tony had watched Gibbs leave the bullpen and had now turned his attentions to the coffee cup perched on the end of his desk. He stared at it as if it were Gibbs, a slap to the back of the head and a few choice harsh words. Enough to get the message across, but short enough to not be a lecture, makes it quick, snappy and harsher. Tony almost flinched as he imagined the slap on the back of his head, he truly felt as though he was solely to blame for the death of their friend and Director. He killed the director of a federal agency. He let his head fall to the desk as this thought drifted into the forefront of his mind, the bang disturbing McGee and Ziva from their own thoughts.

They both looked at him, perturbed by his actions.

"It is not your fault Tony. You did not know she was in trouble, or looking for trouble. She told us a lie, we fell for it, simple as." Ziva said, trying to snap him out of his self pity.

"I know you blame yourself Ziva; I can see it in your eyes." He retorted, pain and anger evident in his eyes, the guilt was just too much for him, he couldn't cope and had to let it out somewhere.

"I do not blame myself, I- We are not discussing my feelings Tony, we are discussing yours." She quickly changed the subject not willing to embark on a journey to her past.

"Oh, my feelings are out in the open already, I feel guilty, McGee he just feels sad. What do you feel Ziva? If its not guilt, what is it? Happy?" He snapped at her, she looked as if he had just slapped her.

"Happy?" She uttered unbelieving he had just implied she wanted her friend dead. "I couldn't be further from happy right now Tony. I feel angry, ok? Angry because she didn't trust me, she wouldn't let me help. I'm angry because she let herself get into that situation, I'm angry because she's gone. Most of all I'm angry because she was like my sister and I'll never get to tell her that. Are you happy now DiNozzo?" She yelled, as she walked slowly towards him as he stood his hands spread across his desk leaning forward, glaring towards Ziva. As she got closer shouting at him he slowly realised what he had said I his anger.

Tony allowed Ziva to rant listening to one of her rare outburst when she accidentally let slip something about her life, when she had stopped yelling she was now so close to Tony that he had actually retreated backwards, removing his hands from the desk and taking a step back. By the time he had managed to process what Ziva had just told him she had already stalked off towards the elevator and climbed in. Tony and McGee looked on in shock, Tony more so than McGee, who was about to start a rant at Tony for asking if Ziva was happy but Ziva beat him too it.

The team half solved the case, while Gibbs finished it for them, he found the killer with the help of Mika Franks who shot her. They burnt down Jenny's house, making everybody believe she had been inside whilst it happened. On returning from the funeral the team slowly walked into the bullpen they looked around saddened that another friend they had known between these walls had died. Gibbs thought of Jenny, his wife, daughter and Kate. The people he had loved and lost. He stared around at the rest of his family praying that nothing would ever happen to them. He promised himself he would do everything he could to keep them safe.

Just as he was thinking this newly instated Director Vance walked out onto the balcony, he summoned Gibbs and his team up to his office, they complied half heartedly. They stood in a line facing the desk that once bore Jennifer Sheppard's name. Vance stood behind his new desk, obviously proud of his achievement. He looked between the four people in his office before settling his eyes on Ziva.

"Officer David, your liaison position has been terminated. You're going home." She looked visibly shocked, he didn't seem to notice instead he turned to McGee. "McGee, I'm transferring you to the Cyber Crime unit. You start on Monday." McGee also seemed visibly shocked and saddened although not as Ziva, who would not only be leaving her desk, like McGee but leaving the country. "DiNozzo." Vance started all eyes now fixed on him once more. "You are being transferred to Agent Afloat aboard the U.S. Ronald Reagan. You're plane leaves tomorrow night go and pack." He ordered.

"Agent Gibbs. Meet you're new team." He finished handing him three files containing the profiles of Agent Brent Langer, Agent Michelle Lee and Agent Daniel Keating. His new team.

Poor Poor Jenny. Dead again.

Grief does horrid things to people wouldn't you agree. I'm not out to get Tony or make him out to be a bad guy. He just has little to no understanding or control over his emotions when he is under siege of them. I mean what would you do if you knocked a girl up, panicked, regretted the panicking, got your boss murdered and people were probing your emotions while you were trying and failing to keep them under wraps. I'd probably shoot somebody. Not that I'm a violent person. I do have a tendency to ramble. So, hope you enjoyed it, leave me a note please. I'll be sure to get back to you. Much love kate xx