Hello all! I managed to write another chapter. I know you hate me that I haven't updated in such a long time, but I hope that it would be easier from now on to write this story. Even though you probably are extremely angry with me I hope you would read, review and enjoy.

xoxo LT

Fragments

She was frenetically hitting her keyboard hoping to get her computer to work faster, yet the blasted device seemed to mock her. Frustrated and full of anger, Ziva David hit her computer yet again and when the monitor suddenly died out she swore loudly in Hebrew, causing both Tony and McGee to look at her.

"I hate this stupid thing, Windows is useless. Am going down to Abby's." she spoke while walking towards the elevator.

Apart from the dead marine, something was bugging her the whole day. That message, the killer had left in the victims closet had been stuck in her head; like a ghost it came back to her every time she tried to focus on the case.

She kept on running through her head the exact words of the phrase and asking herself every time why it sounded so familiar to her. A shiver went up her spine when she thought about it, and somehow she had a feeling that this was a bad sign. She shook her head and started to run the case through her head again. There had to be a clue that would tell them who the killer was, or what his point was in killing those two men.

The doors finally slid open and what she saw took her by surprise. The usual so hyper Goth was sitting in the middle of her lab, inside a candled circle. Ziva stepped out, more confused by the second, but at the same intrigued by the unusual sight of her friend.

"Abs, what are you doing?" Ziva asked.

"Ziva!" she shrieked, jumping out of the circle. "I'm trying to summon the ghost of our dead marine. I mean John Doe. Maybe he could tell me who did this." She answered serious.

"Abby, is this a joke?" The Mossad office asked, careful not to enrage her friend.

"No, I'm dead serious. I read a book about this kind of stuff. Apparently, dead spirits still hover around their body for a while, trying to separate themselves from their former life. They are highly responsive to mystics so I am trying my luck with our poor fellow."

"Right! But have you gotten anything useful about or John Doe, like a name, or at least could you tell me what the words on the wall mean?" she asked, hoping deep inside that Abby could give her the answer she needed; to reassure that this had nothing to do with her or Tony.

"Tony and me!? Where this thing popped up into my head. It has nothing to do with Tony and me." She said to herself, hoping that it will calm her nerves somehow. Unfortunately I didn't work, she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter.

"Snap out of it David! Don't be an idiot. This has nothing to do with you or with Tony." She said to herself again.

"Nothing yet on our guy. I'm still running his prints through AFIS, but my baby hasn't been able to pick up anything." She said, compassion plastered on her face.

"Ziva, something is bothering you. Are you in pain? What's wrong with you?" The Goth asked concerned.

"I'm fine Abby, just a little bit tiered and still hoping to find out why this guy is after these marines." The assassin responded.

"But that's not all, isn't it? You are worried about something and I can bet you a Caf-Pow that the words written on the bedroom wall still bug you." The hyper active woman spoke.

"No…Yes…No…I mean kind of." The brown haired woman began…"Yeah, it kind of bugs me and I don't really know how. It sounds so familiar to me and I don't know why. I have something that tells me that something is not right."

"Maybe it's our ghost that tells you that." Abby spoke.

"Abby, come on. You can't be serious." Ziva rolled her eyes.

"But Ziva think about it…" the Goth began.

"Bye Abby!" Ziva cut her off and stepped inside the elevator.

Once Ziva was out of sight, Abby stepped inside the candled circle once again.

"Oh mighty spirit of John Doe, speak to me, tell me what happened to you, so we can catch you killer." She began, but nothing happened.

"John Doe, communicate to me, I can help you, I have the power of forensics on my side." She trailed off.

Suddenly the lights went off and on of her computers made a growling sound.

"Hhhello..."Abby said nervously.

The computer made a cracking sound, and Abby jumped out of her circle. Again a loud ping was heard and Abby sprinted out, screaming. "GIBBS!!!!"

The doors slid open yet again, and she could hear his soft voice talking to the dead marine.

"My dear boy, you had to enrage somebody. Now you got yourself killed and I am here dissecting you like a fly. Did you know that Leonardo Da Vinci started dissecting people so he could find out more about how the human body works. I find it fascinating. He used to…" he trailed away but Ziva's voice made him look up from the corpse he was dissecting.

"Ducky, do you have a minute?" Ziva asked shyly.

"Why of course my dear. What can I do for you?" the Scotsman asked whit his soft voice. Ziva's eyes told him that she wasn't feeling too well, and he was concerned.

"I need you to check my bandages please. I think I am bleeding again." She spoke quietly.

"Right. Let me clean up and I will attend you bandages. Just hop on that free table and I will see what I can do." He said and walked to the autopsy sink to remove his gloves and sterilize his hands. He took his blood stained gurney and put on a fresh pair of gloves.

"Now, pull up you shirt dear and let me take a look at you." His voice reassuring her that she would be fine.

She was right, the bandage was bloody and he grew increasingly worried. After such a long time, Ziva's wound should have been completely healed and not bleeding.

"My dear, you really should go and see your doctor. The bleeding is not good for you, and not normal. He began while taking off the old bandage.

He took a clean one and some disinfectant and cleaned the spot where she had been shot. She winced, but did not say a thing.

"I am terribly sorry my dear." The examiner spoke, while applying a clean bandage on her skin.

"It's fine Ducky. You don't have to worry." She moaned, while trying not to wince under his careful touch.

Just at that moment the autopsy door slid open, only to reveal a tiered and angry looking DiNozzo.

"Ducky, Gibbs sent me…" he began but his sentence remained unfinished when he saw Ziva on the autopsy table. She did not raise her head from the table, so the first thing that ran through his head was that she was dead. His face became white as chalk, and he moved swiftly towards the autopsy table, thousands of thoughts running through his head.

To his relief, she turned her head towards him and gave him a tortured smile.

"Zee, are you ok?" he asked, his heart still skipping a beat.

"Yes, I am fine. Ducky was checking up on me." She replied looking at him, softly caressing his hand.

Tony noticed the bloody bandage that once covered her abdomen.

"You are bleeding again. Why didn't you tell me anything?" he asked concerned.

"Don't worry!! She said but Ducky cut her off.

"Anthony, take her to the hospital as soon as possible. It's not normal that this wound should still be bleeding." The doctor spoke.

Tony only nodded, Ziva tried to stand up in the mean time, but Tony pushed her back down.

For the third time in last hour the autopsy doors opened, revealing an enraged Gibbs.

"What the hell are you all doing here?" he barked

Tony was about to answer him, when Gibbs cut him off yet again.

"Is everybody gone mad today? McGee has problems with his computer, something about a crashing thing, Abby is screaming in the bull pen that her lab is haunted, Ziva lies on an autopsy table and DiNozzo does nothing! We have a dead marine, and a serial KILLER!" he screamed.

"Technically we got to dead marines." Tony spoke.

Gibbs gave him a deadly glare.

"Shutting up boss." Tony said shyly.

"Tell me you have something for me Ducky?" Gibbs turned his attention to the Scotsman.

"My dear Jethro, I can tell you that our marine died of arsenic poisoning, due to ingesting it through chocolate chip cookies. This marine was not stabbed like the other one, his intestines had been cut open and ripped out of his abdomen post mortem." The examiner concluded.

"Any tattoos?" he asked.

"Yes, he has a name tattooed on his forearm. Right her!" the examiner pointed to the marines arm.

"Elzira. What the hell is that?" Gibbs asked annoyed, not really knowing if it was some sort of code or the name of someone.

The autopsy was silent, until Ziva spoke softly.

"Elzira is a Jewish name and it means devoted to God."

"So we can presume our John Doe has a Jewish mother, wife or girlfriend?" Tony concluded.

"Still this doesn't help us to much. Elzira is just a name and nothing more." Gibbs spoke, but he couldn't conclude his thoughts, the annoying ringing of his cell required his full attention.

"Gibbs" he spoke and the team could see his facial expression change with every passing second.

"Gear up" he barked, slamming his phone shot.

Once in the garage, Gibbs gave Ziva the keys to the van and the address they were heading to. During the hallucinating ride, Gibbs had not spoken a word. Once in a while, the agents could hear him swear under his breath.

Almost an hour later, the van pulled up next to an abandoned shooting range, mere seconds later, the M.E. van arrived as well.

An angry looking man came up to Gibbs and slammed some sort of file into his hand. Gibbs looked puzzled for a second, but he quickly recovered.

"This is all yours. I had enough of this. I think it is time to retire. Just so you know, it's very messy. Poor gal, I have no idea what she did to end up this way." The elderly cop spoke.

The four agents walked up to the shooting range, the M.E.'s quickly followed. Pinned up to the shooting target was the disfigured body of a brown haired woman.

Her face bore the marks of beating, her clothes had been ripped off , her stomach had been sliced open, just like in the other two murder victims. Scattered on the floor were the belongings of her purse. Ziva walked up and picked up a small card.

"Gibbs! We found Elzira Steen." She spoke, her voice a little bit shaky.

Gibbs walked up next to her, and saw that something had been pinned to her right breast. It was a chain that ended in a dog tag.

"Lt. Alberto Rossi." He said and swore under his breath. Now they knew the name of the second murder victim.

Ziva lifted her eyes and her gaze fell on the victim's body. Her right breast was exposed, but her left breast was partially covered, and Ziva could make up scars, or so she thought they were scars. She removed part of Elzira's ripped blouse and could see a sentence carved into her breast.

"The children of David will be punished" she read.

Gibbs, who was standing next to Ziva, saw the shock on her face. Gently he tore her from the vicinity of the victim and called DiNozzo.

"Take her away, Tony!" he said softly.

It was clear to the gray haired agent that their murderer targeted Jews and Italians.

"This is not good." He muttered.

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