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In interrogation...

"Do you know what really annoys me about my job, Mr. Rawlins?" Tony asked as he and Ziva walked into the room.

Rawlins glanced at Ziva as she sat down across from him. Ziva ignored the man before her and set a small black briefcase onto the table. As the buttons clicked and the briefcase opened, Rawlins glanced over to Tony.

"What really annoys me is when people do things that make my job harder than it already is." Tony continued. "Take yourself, Rawlins. I mean, you were caught breaking into a hotel room and instead of surrendering, you decided to start a foot race, thus making my job harder by having to catch you. And then, when I finally did catch you, you made my job even more difficult by deciding to throw a fist in my face!"

As Tony spoke, Ziva took out a pair of disposable gloves and set them on the table in front of her. Rawlins glanced from Tony to Ziva and back to Tony, drawing back slightly. He tried to give Agent DiNozzo his full attention but it was really hard. The woman on the other side of the table looked like she was getting ready to do some sort of backroom surgery and that made him nervous.

Rawlins eyes glanced from Ziva over to Tony's. "I am sorry 'bout that, you see I ..."

"And then..." Tony cut in, ignoring Buck's outburst. "when I arrested you, you told me your name was Edward Glass. Come to find out though, that Edward Glass... was nothing but a lie!"

As Tony talked, Rawlins turned back to Ziva. Ziva's expression never wavered, remaining a complete unbreakable mask. Slowly and meticulously, Ziva reached into the brief case, pulled out a small paperclip and unfolded it. She held it up to the light, as if inspecting it, tapping one of the ends as if checking its sharpness. Satisfied with her findings, she turned, placing the paper clip onto the table next to the gloves. Buck visibly gulped, his nerves getting the better of him as Tony continued to talk.

"Once you realized that we knew who you were, and of course that the FBI wasn't going to save your ass... again..., you finally admitted who you were and promised to tell us everything." Tony said.

Rawlins eyes flew to Tony's. "I did tell you everything!"

Rawlins eyes only stayed with Tony a split second before jumping to watch Ziva. He rubbed his clammy hands together as she brought out yet another object from the dreaded briefcase. One large thick rubber band. Ziva placed her fingers within the rubber band, drawing it back with her other hand. Stretching it to its breaking point, she let it go but kept a firm grasp on it so it didn't fly. Rawlins watched the springing action of the rubber band, jumping at the loud snapping sound that followed. His eyes widened just a bit as she placed it on the table next to the paper clip.

"Rawlins! Focus!" Tony snapped. "You didn't tell us everything. In fact I'm pretty sure that you left a few things out."

As Tony was talking, Ziva reached back in for a final time. The smallest of all the objects was taken out. A simple push pin. A look of horror crossed Rawlin's face as he laid eyes on it. His eyes followed Ziva's movements, watching as the push pin was placed on the table. He barely heard a word Agent DiNozzo said.

"You gave me your word that you wrote every single letter yourself, that you ordered the flowers, that the only people you worked with were men." Tony dropped down until his lips were level with Rawlin's ear. "You lied."

"I didn't lie!" Rawlins said, letting his gaze flicker to Tony's before going back to Ziva. She rolled her sleeves up slowly, taking her time to make sure each crease was prominent.

"You didn't huh?" Tony paused for a minute, then straightened and walked over behind Ziva. "Tell me then, Mr. Rawlins...why does every single flower shop we've talked to, say that the very same flowers you're claiming to have ordered, were actually ordered by a woman?"

Rawlins swallowed nervously, glancing to Tony. "A... mistake... must be a mistake."

"And I suppose that our forensic scientist made a mistake too right? That our medical examiner made a mistake? Because according to them, it would have been impossible for you to have written those letters." Tony said, placing a large file in front of Buck. "Why you ask? Because those letters were written by someone wearing latex gloves and according to your medical records, Buck, you are allergic to latex. Not to mention the fact that some of those letters were written by a female hand. "

Rawlins stared at the report in front of him, clearly thrown by what Tony had just said. He shook his head. He had his story and he was sticking with it. "A mistake, it's a mistake. I'm not allergic to latex and it was just us guys... no women."

"Right." Tony said. "Just the guys."

Ziva took this moment to lift one of the disposable gloves. Sliding it onto her hand, she smooth it down over her fingers and let it snap against her wrist. The snap drew Rawlin's attention back to her. He watched as the other glove was taken and rolled down her fingers. The same snapping sound caused his heart to quicken. Tony took the moment to move around the table and get close to Rawlin's ear again.

"You remember my partner right? Officer David?" he said. "The thing about Officer David, is that she's a highly trained Mossad assassin. See that rubber band there? She can twist it twenty different ways and each way would kill a man quicker than he could call for help."

Rawlins' eyes grew wide as he took in Tony's words. Ziva's finger glided across the rubber band as she looked at it in thought before turning towards the paperclip.

"That paperclip there... she'll stab a man shallow enough he won't immediately die, but deep enough to bleed him out over days, even weeks if she wants to. What you really have to look out for is the pin. Slam it into a man's chest with so much force, he won't even realize her fist his halfway into his chest until she's dragging out his heart." Tony said softly.

Tony straightened clapping a hand on Rawlins shoulder. "But you don't have to worry about any of that. That's only for people who make her mad and she only gets mad when people lie and make her job harder."

Buck paled and immediately tried to back away from the table, his body shaking. Tony paused

"Now, do you really want to stick with the story you gave us?" Tony asked leaning in close over the man's should, slowly picking up the small paperclip, her eyes never leaving his. "Or is there something else you want to tell us?"