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8 hours ago...

The day had started, quiet swiftly in Tony's account. Receiving a call at 0500 hours from his boss, usually made him cranky, but something about that day made him want to get up. Getting ready as quickly as he could, he drove to the address Gibbs had given him, with an unnameable feeling on his guts.

Arriving at the scene, he noticed that Ziva's car already parked next to his. He turned the engine off and walked towards the house and fellow NCIS agents.

"What do we have Boss?" he asked the white-headed man.

"Retired marine agent, he was meant to be staying with friends this weekend, but his wife found him cut into little pieces in the garage's closet." Gibbs stated.

Tony's face crunched with disgust. "What would you like me to do boss?" Tony asked as he looked around the room. "Help Ziver with gathering the evidence, before you speak to the wife".

Tony nodded and made his way towards Ziva, who was snapping numerous of pictures of the victim and crime scene.

"Good Morning Probie" he grinned. She rolled her eyes. "Tony, could you gather up all the related evidence for me please, I know its not really want you do, but Cindy's at church at the moment so..."

"Who's Cindy?" he asked.

"The wife!" she shook her head in disbelieve. "Oh" he flicked a light switch on and glanced at the room; hands on hips. "What exactly am I suppose to be looking for Zi-Vah?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Just sit there and wait for her, she'll be here soon"

He grinned and sat on an old metal seat and stared at her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Ziva snapped her head at him. "Could you stop looking at me, it's very annoying"

"Sorry—Probie" he chuckled.

~*~*~*~**~*~*~

Fourty minutes later, the relevant pieces of evidence were gathered; and the victim's wife, questioned. With a truthful alibi, the team came to a rapid conclusion that she was not involved in the crime, and made their condolences clear.

Driving to back to the office, Tony still had a wrong feeling in his guts, pushing the feelings away he smiled at his beautiful partner, without her noticing it.

"Wanna go get a cup of coffee?" he asked her.

"Sure, I need some caffeine in me"

He pulled up into the car park of a coffee shop. "Come on Zee" he smiled at her. He thought she looked beautiful that day, and wanted to let her know. His lips parted but no sound came out of them. 'Maybe it's not the right time to tell her yet' he thought.

Coffee ordered, they decided to sit on the chairs the shop provided, for a while anyway.

"So Probie, how was your weekend?" he asked her.

"Stop calling me that Tony! And my weekend was just fine"

"I will stop calling you that—eventually" he grinned. She glared at him. Which made his grin widen.

Just as she was about to protest, his phone started buzzing in his coat pocket, he flipped it open and answered.

"Is this agent DiNozzo?" asked a muffled voice.

"Er...yes. Who's this?" he asked, and looked at caller ID. (Anonymous)

"My name is not important, what's important is for the killer of your latest case to be brought to justice" the man said.

"And how you'd you know about that?"

"I'm his partner—well was his partner. I can tell you his whereabouts"

Tony glanced at his partner who was mouthing at him, for information on the strange caller. "Okay—why would you want to rat him out, if his your partner?"

"I'm all for the stealing, but murdering—not so much" the anonymous called stated.

"Where would we find him?"

Long pause. "At the old abandoned offices, on Marylyn Street, North D.C"

"I know where it is" Tony declared. "Good—but you gotta hurry; he won't be there for long"

Tony ended the call and glanced at Ziva, with confusion. "Let's go" he pushed the chair out and stood up and began to walk towards the exit.

"Where to exactly?" she asked as she followed him out.

"We got an anonymous tip"

"Okay, I'll call Gibbs..." "NO!" he exclaimed and took her phone from her hand.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Give me my phone back!" she ordered.

Knowing he would get his ass kicked if he did not do as he what he told. He handed the small piece of technology back to her. "But don't call Gibbs! I want us to be the ones to solve this crime Ziva. To prove to Gibbs that we are a good team together"

"What if it's a trap Tony? Let's at least trace the caller"

"We don't have time for that" he rapidly drove towards the directions the caller gave him. If he were to admit it aloud, he too thought it was a little strange, but his ego needed some praising.

~**~*~

"We're here," he said. He turned the car off and opened his door to step out. Feeling a hand on his wrist, he stopped and glanced at him partner. "Tony I don't think we should do this, something just don't seem right"

"Come Ziva, for god sake, you were an Assassin; I think turning you into a NCIS agent has made you soft"

She angrily glared at him and opened her own door.

They walked inside of the building, quickly looked at each other, and silently indicated, that they were going in different ways.

"Be careful," he whispered. She was still glaring at him.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she looked around; gun in her pocket, she silently walked.

Lack of light caused Ziva to squint her way further in. Stepping on a piece of glass, she turned her gaze towards it. Just then, her eyes moved to a small object on the ground. It was a newly fired bullet. She squatted down and picked up the small piece and studied it. Not finding a lot of information, without Abby's help, she placed the object onto her pocket and stood up.

"You must be agent David" a short bold man, not older than forty-five said.

Her eyes widened, her stomach tying into knots.

"What if I am?" she spat.

"Ooooh feisty" he laughed. Gun at hand, he moved closer to her. "You wanna know what I think about feisty agent?" he said through gritted teeth.

She did not move. "I hate them!" he spat.

Trying to keep it unnoticeably, she reached for her gun. However her actions did not got unnoticed.

"You know agent Da-vid, marine agents really do piss me off! I mean, I gave my damn life to them, serve the country—and what do I get? Dismissed by one of my own buddies!" he spat.

She took a deep breath. Her fingers now touching her gun, she tried to distract him. "Why—why were you dismissed?" She asked.

"Do'ya think I'd tell ya" he chuckled. "You'd find me right way".

"I know what you look like, I can have your face drawn—"

"Go ahead and try. I bet you won't find me" he murmured, irritation was now evident in his voice.

She sighed and rapidly took her gun from her pocket. However, he knew her actions and before she knew what had happened. A gunshot had fired. Her hand crawled up to the place the bullet had wounded her. She looked at the grinning ex marine agent and triggered her gun, but having the advantage of not being hurt, he rapidly kicked the gun out of her hand and before she knew what had occurred, her head collided with the corner of an old office desk.

"I really didn't want to do that" the unnamed man said, "but you gave me no choice" he glanced at the new pool of blood that had formed on her white blouse. He shook his head at her "such a shame. Such a pretty lady wasted—"

"You bastard" she spat.

~*~*~*~*

"ZIVA!" they heard Tony's screams, as he searched for her. "Oh gotta go before your partner shoots me!" he said and then ran off as the frantic sounds of Tony, got closer to them.

~*~*~*~*~*

~ Present time ~

The loud sounds of electrical shocks ran through the room, as the doctors tried to keep Ziva alive.

"Come on Ms David! You're a strong young woman you have to fight for this" the doctor ordered her lifeless body.

"She's not responding" the doctor cried.

"Clear" another bolt of electricity. The line on the heart-monitoring machine started to straighten and beep as the numbers reduced.

"Doctor Davison, she's not responding," they kept repeating, but he just could not give up, not after he made a promise to the five people in the waiting room.

"Let's try again," he ordered as another bolt of electricity ran through her body.

"We can't do it anymore," one of the young doctors said.

The senior doctor nodded sadly and sighed with frustration. "Time of De—"


A/N: Okay now I did this on purpose, I am seriously sorry but how else will I get your attention? *laughs evilly*

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