A/N I'm so sorry that I've been absent for so long. When my laptop eventually did get fixed, I ended up super busy with various things and I'll admit, I sort of lost a bit of interest in this. Evidently certain people (not naming names) weren't exactly thrilled about this. It took me quite a while to get the entire chapter together but I have been working on it for quite a few weeks now. Again I apologise for leaving it so long, but I'll get on with it now. This is not the final part of the case, sadly, though I may have hoped that it would be. However, it probably won't re-surface again for a few chapters, following the events of this chapter. It's completely Ziva's POV, and it picks up in pretty much exactly the same place that chapter 10 ended. So hopefully it isn't too bad seeing as I literally finished it off a couple of minutes ago. Anyway, read, review and hopefully you won't hate me too much for leaving it so long.

Chapter 11- Finishing Up- Part 2

We stood on a front porch that neither of us had expected to have to return to, still with questions.

We had thought- no we had hoped, that the next time we stood here, we would have answers.

But still we were stood here with questions.

A million questions.

I looked up at Tony, hoping he could be the one to knock on the door, but realised, after whatever had happened last time we were at this house, I would have to be the one to do it.

I knocked, and we waited.

The same man who had been here yesterday stood looking at us.

I was as certain of the fact that he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, as I was certain of the fact that he had not slept last night.

"NCIS," he said, meant as a question but coming out as a statement.

Tony stood in silence so I took over.

"Yes, I am Special Agent David and this is Special Agent DiNozzo, we were here yesterday?"

"Did you find the person who- who hurt Chrissie?" He said, his eyes filling with a hint of hope yet still managing to look empty.

I looked down and I noticed James' shoulders slump slightly. "No we did not, we came to ask you a few questions about who she spent her time with."

"Um, yeah of course, come on in," he opened the door and stepped aside.

We walked in and he shut the door, gesturing us to sit on the sofa.

"Mr Milton," I began.

"You can just call me James. Mr Milton doesn't sound right right now."

"Alright then, James," I said, smiling as warmly as I could in this situation.

Tony then took over, "we may as well just cut to the chase here James, I presume you have other things to be getting on with."

"Not really," he interrupted, "but you guys probably do…"

"Well anyway," Tony said, "we need to know who Christina was with and where she was the night before she was killed and on the day of her death."

"I'm not really too sure about the day, I mean I was at work and usually on those days she stays in and catches up on sleep. She didn't mention anything about going anywhere in particular. But I'm pretty sure that the night before she was with my sister, Ariana, probably at her place. They were close. That's partly how we got together y'know," he smiled fondly to himself, "Chrissie and Ri were roommates in college, one summer Chrissie came to visit and we just… We just clicked… It always felt like we were just meant to be y'know … Meant for each other… "

I exchanged a quick glance with Tony.

"I'm rambling, talking nonsense again. I'm sorry," he apologised.

"Oh no James you are not. I understand exactly what you mean," I said, again looking at Tony.

"Thanks… Oh God. Ri's gunna be devastated," he looked down at the floor.

"You haven't told her yet?" Tony asked, an almost undetectable hint of shock in his voice.

"No," he said, sounding ashamed in himself.

"Even though she had known Petty Officer Chadwick for longer than you have? And she was her closest friend?" I asked.

"I guess I just- I just didn't have the balls."

"We will need to go and speak to her now as part of our investigation, so if you would like break the news to her yourself, you will have to do it in the next few minutes. May I ask, where does she live?" I asked.

"Of course."

James wrote the address down on the paper and we bid our goodbyes, hoping the next time that we saw him would be to deliver the news of the killer.

I had a feeling that it really wasn't going to be that simple.

An hour later, we were stood outside Ariana's apartment, hoping she would be able to give us some idea of who may have killed Petty Officer Chadwick- Milton.

Tony reached his hand up to knock on the door as I looked nervously at him.

There was no answer.

Tony knocked again.

Still no answer.

We stood outside, waiting for a few minutes.

Just to ensure that she had not already heard us and was on her way to the door.

Sure enough, about a minute later, we heard the door unlock slowly and a head popped out.

She was a relatively small bleach blonde girl, with big icy blue eyes and fair skin.

She was very pretty and probably only in her early twenties as Petty Officer Chadwick had been.

She seemed quite happy.

It was evident that James had not told her what had happened.

I instantly felt bad for the news we were about to deliver to her.

"Ariana Milton?" Tony said.

"Um no, that'd be my roommate. May I help you? She's a little busy right now."

"We're from NCIS, I'm Special Agent DiNozzo, this is Special Agent David," Tony said, "we need to speak to Miss Milton about the murder of her sister-in-law Petty Officer Christina Chadwick-Milton."

"Erm yeah sure," she sighed deeply, "come on in. Just be gentle with her will you? She only just found out."

So James had called her.

"You mind sticking round for a while? We're gunna need to talk to you aswell."

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere anyways with Ri in this state."

She lead us into a rather large bedroom where a tall looking, slender brunette with wild curly hair that covered her face from our view, sat.

Tony leaned over towards me and whispered into my ear very softly, "Looks like a guilty conscience to me."

I was quick to punch his arm rather brutally.

"Ouch, Zi," he said, glaring at me.

"What?" I asked, looking at him innocently.

He glared at me, so I responded to it with a sickly sweet smile.

The girls' shoulders racked from the silent sobs.

I stood awkwardly by the doorway.

I never quite knew what to do when people were crying.

I looked sideways at Tony, hoping for once he had noticed my awkwardness and would overtake me.

However, Tony being Tony was oblivious as ever.

I stepped in front of him and began warily, "Ariana, I know that you are upset right now, but we need to talk to you so we can find the person that killed Petty Officer Chadwick and close our case."

Her cries only became louder at this point and I looked to Tony helplessly.

He caught my eye, at last and stepped forwards towards the girl.

"Listen Ariana, I know that this is hard for you, but if you can just maybe try to calm down a little bit and-"

"Look, I'm sorry but I think you guys need to leave," Ariana's roommate interrupted, rudely.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name before," Tony said.

"It's Dahrah, Dahrah Goulden," she said, glaring at us.

"Well, Miss Goulden, I'm sorry that she's upset and all, but talking to Ariana is the only lead that we have at the moment, you can't stop us from talking to her, otherwise you'd be obstructing our investigation. We have to talk to her," Tony replied, beginning to get angry.

"Well you aren't talking to her here. She can come down to your little NCIS headquarters or whatever. But what you aren't gunna do, is continue interviewing Ri here."

I decided to step in, before Tony began to rip a stripe from Dahrah. "Fine. If we cannot interview Ariana here, then she will come to NCIS. Tomorrow."

"Of course."

"Let's go Tony," I said, turning on my heel, "We will let ourselves out," I shouted behind me.

I slammed the door shut and continued to walk down the stairs and out to our car.

When I was finally sat down in the passenger seat, Tony spoke.

"That was… Interesting."

"Very much," I replied, shortly.

"What're you thinking?" Tony asked me.

"That you should hurry up and start driving so that we get back and find out more about this Ariana and that Dahrah."

"I like your thinking David," Tony grinned winking at me.

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well? Drive."

"Sure."

"And do not look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that."

"Okay?"

"Good."

"My God what is up with you today?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah there is."

"No, Tony there is not."

"Is it something to do with what happened last night? Cos I was thinking maybe you could come back to mine again after work?" I didn't reply. "You know if we ever get out," he laughed.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no Tony. What happened last night cannot happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't mean what I said."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I do not know. I had had a lot to drink."

"You were sober as shit David you drove to my place."

"Then it was hot of the moment."

"Heat of the moment," he corrected me.

"Whatever."

"Stop making excuses," Tony bursted out.

"They are not excuses," I shouted back.

"Yeah they are."

We just glared at each other. Nothing was said. I did not think anything could be said.

"You know what, you're right. Let's just forget it ever happened."

A/N I'm so sorry for leaving it like this, if you didn't hate me before, it's possible you will now. Things will sort themselves out soon enough, in the form of a certain silver haired man, but not giving too much away obviously ;) I'm going comping this weekend but as soon as this is up, and as soon as I've packed, I'll have a quick go at chapter 12. I'll hopefully get it up by Wednesday and then I'll try to get back into my weekly pattern, maybe twice a week seeing as I'm on my summer holidays right now so I'll hopefully have more time to write. Please review. Especially seeing as it's so much easier now with the box just down there. It'd mean a lot to me andd thanks for reading and reviewing :D