A/N: Disclaimer- Oops, I lost it! Oh no!

Chapter 10- Angry

Ziva left Abby's lab eventually, extremely angry at the fact McGee would do this to her close friend. She furiously paced around the autopsy lab, wondering where that infuriating computer geek was located. She tried calling him, but he didn't answer the phone. He was nowhere in the office. Finally, she decided to ask Gibbs where he went.

"Where's McGee?" she barked at him, losing her patience.

"On an undercover mission the Director gave him," he responded. "What do you need him for?" She shook her head, but didn't answer. Ziva strode back to her desk and opened up the IM chat. Kate and Tony were online.

Guns and roses: Get McGee into the chat

Telltale: Why?

Pink hearts: Yeah, why?

Guns and roses: Just do it, I don't know his username

Pink hearts has invited Rogerthat into the chat

Rogerthat has logged in

Rogerthat: What do you want, Kate? I'm busy right now. The Director wanted me to rob the police data base from the FBI and it's risky to talk right now.

Pink hearts: Oh. Sounds interesting.

Rogerthat: It's dangerous and I hope you don't have to end up doing it. Who wanted to talk to me? Tony?

Telltale: I'm out

Telltale has logged out

Pink hearts: Ziva wanted to speak with you…she looks pretty angry so you'd better watch out, McGee.

Rogerthat: Wonderful. Go ahead and log out while I handle this, Kate.

Pink hearts: I hope you're in a safe location.

Rogerthat: I'm in a coffee shop using Wi-Fi. Is that safe enough for you?

Pink hearts: It's certainly untraceable since it is in a public location. You can easily crash the hard drive and blame it on spilling coffee all over the place by mistake. I'm gonna go, before Ziva gets irate enough to throw her computer at the wall. Oh jeez…

Pink hearts has logged out

Rogerthat: Uh…just what did I do that pissed you off so badly?

Guns and roses: Don't act like you don't know. You know exactly what you did.

Rogerthat: Can you be a little more specific?

Guns and roses: I'd do that, but these conversations are saved in the data base and I don't want to…hm…let's just say there's children here.

Rogerthat: What do you mean by that?

Guns and roses has logged out

Rogerthat: Ziva?

"Well that did no good," she growled. The day dragged by slowly. Ziva allowed her anger to let her focus on the next assignment. Unfortunately, it was something where being furious would not help. Waiting. She had nothing to do. Her patience was wearing thin, and everyone could see it. So they avoided her. After half an hour, she couldn't take it anymore. She just hopped into her car and drove off. Time to pay McGee a little visit.

Meanwhile…

"Where's Ziva?" Gibbs demanded. Tony shrugged. He went down to Abby's lab and asked around. She didn't know either. Nobody knew. He tried calling her. No answer. She was going to be in huge trouble when she got back, he thought, glaring at the empty spot in the parking lot. His phone rang. He answered it immediately.

"Where are you?" he growled into the phone.

"With McGee," came her calm reply. "I'm just…having a little talk with him," Something in her voice made him suspicious.

"Just make it quick, you are driving me crazy today," he said heavily before hanging up.

FBI headquarters

"Ziva, I need you to leave," McGee said wearily. "I have things to do," She growled, but stayed put. She needs to leave, he thought worriedly. Before she shows up.

"I have someone visiting me, and I can't have her see you," he whispered, looking around. "She-she's…" Footsteps started to approach them. Too late. Ziva whipped out her gun the second the figure came into full view.

"You!" she spat, pointing the gun toward the woman's heart. "I know you!" She looked confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "I've never seen you before in my life. McGee, your girlfriend is scaring me,"

"She isn't my girlfriend! She used to be a Mosaad!" he cried out in defense, throwing himself between the two girls.

"And she is lying," Ziva said, lowering her weapon. "She almost killed me the other night while I was wandering the streets contemplating something," The woman shrank back in fear, keeping her eyes on the gun.

"I..I'd never hurt anyone," the blonde whimpered, covering her face. "It's true, ask McGee!" He sighed and looked at her.

"You are in serious denial, Victoria. Let's go. I need you to cover for me," That angered Ziva further. It was Victoria! That made things even worse. They'd all pay for their crimes in the end, she thought bitterly. She drove back to NCIS and was greeted by none other than Abby.

"You have to see this!" she exclaimed. "Victoria has a twin sister who's been missing for the past fifteen years," Ziva's eyes widened. Fifteen years. Does that mean Gibbs might have known her? Who was this woman that called herself Victoria? She had more secrets than Gibbs himself. She forgot for a minute that she was mad at McGee and focused on Abby's new find.

"Any other information on her?" she asked.

"Not yet, but there will be," she sang out. "Let's go out to eat or something. I'm starving, and I feel like having something Italian,"

"Wait…one minute we're one step closer to finding out about Victoria, and the next, we're just dropping the case?" she cried out. "What is the matter with you, Abbs?" Abby's stomach growled as an answer to her question.

"So, how does pizza sound?" she suggested. "I'll kill McGee later…I'm sure we are both mad as hell at him for leaving you,"

"Where did you get that idea from?" Abby demanded, getting into Ziva's car. "I was never angry at him…you don't understand how I feel at all. It was like how…how Gibbs probably felt when he almost lost me," Her voice faltered, remembering the dreaded poison. The horror of near death experiences caused her mind to shut down temporarily.

"Oh…well, what are you going to do about it, then?" Ziva asked, turning onto the interstate. For that, Abby had no answer.

Autopsy lab

Palmer was at the last of his strength. Ducky did all he could for him at this point. Now he just had to wait. Whoever did this was going to pay. He worriedly watched his assistant's pale face. If only Palmer had been found sooner, he would've had more of a chance of surviving. Luckily all of the bleeding had stopped, but he had to get that bullet out. He was advanced in his years, so his fingers weren't quite nimble enough to fish around for the bullet. He called for Kate, who was observing in a corner.

"Kate, do you think you could find the bullet? It needs to be scanned for evidence," he said, handing her a pair of latex gloves. She nodded and put them on. A moment later, she fearlessly poked a finger through the cleaned up gunshot wound.

"It's really deep down there," she murmured. "I need a hook of some kind…wait a sec…" She managed to retrieve the bullet without any difficulty. It was completely whole, but had several scratches on it. Of course, it was covered in blood. The wound surprisingly didn't open up again.

"You have really nimble fingers, Miss Todd," he observed. "The wound didn't even open up again," Palmer muttered something in his sleep. Kate looked concerned for him

"I think he needs blood," she said quietly. "I have the same blood type as him. Would you mind if I…"

"Not at all," he said, smiling. "Now, I'm going to have to take you over here…"