Chapter 20

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs." Abby called as she shuffled into the squad room. "I've been examining the photos taken at the crime scene look." She lent over McGee a typed something into his computer and the photos appeared on the large plasma screen. McGee, Fornell, Gibbs and especially DiNozzo huddled around the screen. "Look, the photos of the blood Timmy took…"

"There's not much of a tail from that spot." McGee speculated.

"That's right, this blood has defiantly been added to the scene. Now look at this…" Abby used the clicker to reveal the next photo. "Look, these are the glasses you collected from the crime scene." They all stood looking at a photo of the poker table with 2 identical glasses sitting on it.

"Yeah. So?" Fornell asked.

"So look at this photos." Again she swapped the photo over for another.

"What are we meant to be looking at Abs?" Gibbs said as he studied the photo trying to work out what he was meant to be looking at.

"Look." She clicked some buttons and zoomed in on a small portion of the photo. Behind the bar were mirrors and in the reflection the glasses racks could clearly be seen.

"They're different glasses." Tony pointed out.

"So where have the glasses we've got down in evidence come from?" Fornell asked.

"well, that's a problem. I've tracked them down to the producer, but they supply those glasses to hundred of places in the city alone. They're a relatively cheap glass that a lot of workplaces purchase in bulk. They aren't traditionally used in many bars because of their quality. Problem is, there's no distinguishing features that would tell us when they were made or why they were distrabuted to."

"So someone planted the glass and the blood there, I'm assuming the hair as well." Gibbs suggested.

"Yeah, well that's what I'm thinking, but who would do this? Who has something... anything against Ziva?"

"As far as I know she hasn't really annoyed anyone here, but overseas? Who knows, she doesn't really talk much about her past. So I wouldn't know who has it out for her." Tony said.

"Well someone does and we better work it out soon."

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Ziva closed her book, again she'd finished it. Of course, it always ended the same way, but that never mattered to her. She never understood how to Tony hated reading. She sat there for a few minutes reflecting on her book, wishing it didn't have to end. Finally she picked up the remote sitting next to her on the bed. She pointed it at the screen and was about to turn it on when she again heard the front door opening. She waited a second for Tony to call down the hall. "I am awake Tony. I thought you'd be working on the case late tonight. I was just going to heat up some of that soup you made." There was no response. With each footstep that came down the hall Ziva started to worry, her heart started to beat a little faster as she wondered why he wasn't answering her.

"Tony?"

Still no reply.

She heard the footsteps getting closer, they were nearly at the door to enter the bedroom.

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"I don't get this Abs." Tony said as he paced back and forth in her lab.

"I know, I mean, how would anyone have gotten all those things to frame Ziva? and who would want to?"

"I don't know. Man, I wish she were here to help. Okay, we just need to think about this rationally, now, what evidence do we have."

"Okay. Where could they have gotten a sample of her hair from?"

"Anywhere. I find her hair all over the apartment."

"and these glasses? Have you ever seen these before?" Abby asked, holding up an evidence bag with the infamous partial finger printed glass in it.

"Never seen them before."

"right, and what about the blood? It was pretty fresh and there no skin or impurities, it's not like it's from a bandaid or something."

"So it would have to be something like someone drawing blood."

"either that or a major slash that's made her loose a hole lot of blood. Any gashes lately?"

"Nope. None. I haven't noticed any large bandages on her body lately. Just a small piece of cotton wool held down by that white tape they use when you get a needle."

At that moment, the lab phone rang. Abby pressed the button to answer the phone. "Abby's lab, you're on the air."

"Miss Siuto, is it true you picked Miss David up from the hospital yesterday?" Fornells voice came through the loudspeaker. Tony grimaced at the name Miss David, but let it slide while he tried to keep his thoughts to the mystery confronting him. Abby glanced at Tony, he rolled his eyes.

"arh, yeah." Abby asked slowly and suspiciously.

"What time would that have been?"

"Well, I was running the Major Maspectrometer had just finished solving Johnson's case,and…"

"Abby?" Fornell tried to steer her back on track rather then going on a long rant. "We can do this the easy way, or I can take you into an interrogation room."

"Right. I guess I got the phone call at 2ish, I was at the hospital by 1430."

"And where did you find her."

"In the waiting room in the maternity ward."

"Was she by herself or was Dr Benoit with her at that point?"

"Benoit?" Tony instantly snapped his head to face the direction the fornell's voice was coming from. "Jeanne Benoit? As in the woman who tried to send me to jail for killer her father?"

"DiNozzo?" Fornell asked, a little surprised to hear his voice.

"yeah, it's me, now answer me, Jeanne Benoit saw Ziva yesterday?"

"I believe so. That is the name she wrote down for me, and I've rung the hospital to check that. I was a little surprised that you'd let her have anything to do with your pregnant wife."

"Did you know about this Abby?" Tony questioned. Abby's face turned guilty.

"Maybe." She said shamefacedly.

"Ziva had blood taken"

"Yeah, at the hospital yesterday, they needed to check her iron levels and stuff." He saw Abby's confused face. "Why?"

"So where do you think that blood ended up?"

"Jeanne doesn't hate Ziva does she?" Fornell weighed into the conversation, "Maybe you DiNozzo, but Ziva?" Fornell stated.

"I don't know about that," Abby confessed, her guilty look hadn't left her face. "I think she resents Ziva, and maybe she thinks that if Ziva's out of the picture, you'll go back to her."

"That's crazy."

"Yeah, but she has already tried to frame you for her father's murder, do you really think she…" Before she could finish Tony ran from the room. He didn't stop for the lift, he ran the stairs. He didn't even go through the squad room he ran as fast as he could to his car. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started to dial.

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