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Chapter 6. Tim's Investigation

Ziva arrived at the hospital first. She simply stood in the doorway, watching everyone waiting for Gibbs to come out of surgery.

Vance looked up and noticed her, and he beckoned to DiNozzo that she had arrived. Both men stood and moved to where she was standing. She hid a small smile when she noticed that Tony's Five O'Clock shadow from dinner just hours ago was moving rapidly toward a light beard.

She shook her thoughts away as they approached. Vance was the first to get there, but DiNozzo was the first to speak, handing her a candy bar as he did. "Did you find the shovel, Ziva?"

She nodded. "It's down in the trunk of my car. The handle was cracked like we thought. We didn't find anything else in the car, but what we did find is in Abby's lab for processing."

Vance spoke next. "And what about Gibbs' accident?"

Ziva looked to DiNozzo, who closed his eyes and nodded. She spoke directly to DiNozzo. "When I got there, Sacks was in charge of the scene. I got through and saw the car. It was a mess. The entire driver's side was caved out. I don't know how they got Gibbs out of there."

"Caved in, Ziva," DiNozzo chuckled. She gave him an evil look, to which he just grinned back. He raised his eyebrow, out of sight of the Director, and she wiped the look off her face, looking down, chagrined. "What else?"

"I found some blood on the door handle on the passenger side. It looked like it the hand was wrapped around the handle. I took a swab of it. I also took some fingerprints. Sacks stood over me the entire time, but I took the samples with me. They're in the car as well," she finished.

It hadn't gone unnoticed by Vance that although he asked the question, she reported her findings to DiNozzo. "Good work, Officer David. DiNozzo, keep me informed on both cases," he ordered, before walking back to the rest.

Ziva followed him at a distance while DiNozzo opened his cell phone. Ziva went up to Abby and spoke softly to her, rubbing her back as she did.

DiNozzo came back as she stood. He motioned out into the hallway and spoke to Ducky. "I'm going down to look at the evidence Ziva got on her way over here. Call me if anything happens." Ducky nodded. DiNozzo leaned down and kissed Abby on top of her head and nodded to Palmer before corraling Ziva and moving her through the door and to the elevator.

Safely inside, the two placed their arms around each other, his head on top of hers, hers on his chest, just drawing comfort from the other's presence. Although the previous night's aborted escapades showed in a growth from Tony's pelvis. He tried to adjust himself away from her so she wouldn't notice, but she followed him with her groin. He could feel the smile she had on her face as he groaned in relief when the doors opened.

They stepped outside and made their way to the doors of the hospital. Ziva directed him to where she'd parked the Charger, having taken an NCIS car since it had much more storage room than her Mini.

After opening the trunk, DiNozzo pulled out the wrapped shovel, confirming that it was, indeed, a shovel. The reason for leaving the waiting room with Ziva now complete, he started to place it back into the trunk before noticing that on the edge of the blade had what he suspected was skin, hair, and blood.

Ziva held up the blood and fingerprint samples to him, smirking when he made it clear with his face that it wasn't what he was looking for. But, he looked at them, confirming that they appeared to be what she, and the evidence bags, said they were. He placed them back into the trunk and closed it before she could show him the tire iron, jack, or spare tire, and keep him from what he wanted to do. He grinned and raised an eyebrow as he moved to her.

As he leaned down to kiss her, and she leaned up to kiss him, they were interrupted, again.

"Tony," McGee yelled, closing his car behind them, "you'll never guess what I found."

"McGee, this had better be the most important thing you've ever found, or I'm going to head slap you so hard that by the time you wake up, your clothes will be in style again," DiNozzo grumbled.

"Oh, it is," McGee assured them. "First, I tracked down where Gibbs called from, using the GPS chip in his phone and triangulating the results I found with the local cell towers." He would have continued with how he used the cell towers to pinpoint the exact point, but DiNozzo's look silenced him on that point. "He was in front of the Director's house." At DiNozzo's questioning look, he continued, "Not Vance's. Director Shepard's."

Both DiNozzo and David looked very surprised at this.

"He was at Jenny's house? I thought it still hadn't been rebuilt yet," DiNozzo said.

"Nope, its still just the foundation, but they did clear the debris away." Tim's face split into a grin that threatened to rip his head in half as he continued. "But, that's not all I found. See, when I track where a call was made from, it tells me where the call was picked up at. Now, I know where I was when Gibbs called," Tim turned to Ziva, "Where were you?"

Ziva didn't bat an eyelash. "Tony invited me over for dinner and one of his movies. The credits had just started to roll when he called."

"So, that explains it, then," Tim said. Then his smile, if possible, got even bigger. "But, when I called Tony, he sounded really pissed. And, as you've said before Tony, the great part of DVDs is that you can pause and rewind if needed. But, you didn't react as if the movie was in the credits." He paused. "You two were having sex, weren't you?"

To cover Ziva's intake of breath, Tony jumped into the breach. "No, McPerv, we weren't having sex." It wasn't a lie. If he had called moments later, it would have been a lie. Semantics were very important to Tony and Ziva, especially at this point of their relationship.

Tim smirked. "How long?"

The two both realized that they couldn't keep it up. McGee was tenacious when he had his hooks into something, and it wouldn't take long before he sunk his hooks, and very significant computer skills into this, especially once he gave his thoughts to a certain goth who would stop at nothing to sink her even larger hooks into them.

A look passed between them, a silent conversation was had, and a decision reached, in the time it takes to blink an eye.

Ziva gave the answer. "Six months."

McGee's face went through a gamut of expressions. A wide smile that he had been right, a creased brow as to how they had hid it for so long, widened eyes when the amount of time finally hit.

Tony spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "One or two?"

"Six months?" Tim's voice had gone up three octaves.

"Yes, McGee," Tony said as he wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist and she laid her head on his chest. "Six months and one day to be exact, although the exact amount of time is apparantly up for debate," Tony said, grinning at Ziva, who glared back at him. Tony snickered and looked back at Tim, his expression changing to concern. "We haven't actually had sex yet, though. But, no matter how much this is going to make her feel better, you can't tell Abby. We don't want this out yet, and if Abby knows, the rest of the world will know quickly."

"Okay, I won't tell her, but you have to do something for me. Nothing special, just lay off the practical jokes. No more gluing parts of me to my desk or making me lose my pants...again."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other. "Deal," said Ziva, and they all shook on it.

"Guess congratulations are in order then," Tim said as they turned to go back into the hospital in silence. As they did, their thoughts were on the same subject.

Six months, Tim thought. How did they keep it a secret for so long? And not having sex? These two? I guess it must really be serious for the both of them to go without. And how am I going to explain it to Abby when she finds out that I knew about it before her and didn't tell her? McGee sighed. I'm, a dead man.

Six months, Tony thought. Normally by now, I've found the door five and a half months ago. I really don't want to mess this up. I've always equated girls with sex, and I guess Ziva was right, I needed a woman. Hell, if it would make it last, I'd go without sex until our wedding night. Wait, wedding night? Why am I thinking that? Tony sighed. I'm dead.

Six months. I never thought I'd make it this far. But, I do love him, and I love the man he's become over the past few years. He's gone from an irrepressible child to...well...a more grown up child. And he's getting better every day. How much longer can I hide this from Gibbs? Ziva sighed. I'm dead.

The elevator opened and the three stepped in. As soon as it did, Tim heard a giggle from Ziva, and turning to look, saw Tony kissing her nose with little pecks. "Aw, c'mon guys. I know that I know, you don't have to prove it right here in front of me."

Tony answered as his kisses moved over her face. "Better," kiss, "get," kiss, "used," kiss, "to," kiss, "it," kiss, "McGee," kiss, "because," kiss, "I," kiss, "like," kiss, "kissing," kiss, "Zi," kiss, "Vah," kiss.

Tim turned back to stare at the numbers above the door, willing them to go faster when he heard Ziva. "Tony, maybe we should tell more people if you're going to be this amorous," she chuckled.

Tim, they're doing it on purpose to get to you. Be strong. Tim shook his head to get the visuals he was seeing out of his head. It wasn't working.

As the elevator chimed to let them know they had arrived at their floor, the two separated like two prize fighters at the end of a round. Their hands brushed as Ziva said, "Ti amo, Tony."

"Ani O'hev O'Tach, Ziva," he breathed.

As the doors opened, Tim was shaking his head, but stopped when he saw Abby waiting for them.

"He's coming out of surgery."