Author's Note: PLEASE READ: It's getting harder than I expected to find a Beta Reader, but I really feel bad abandoning you on my search, so, at least for now, we'll have to depend on me and my own editing skills. I'll check over extra carefully, using the tips I've learned in Language Arts so far (I'm about to enter 8th grade, and it's usually advanced, but I'm only a kid so my grammar and stuff like that isn't perfect) I will still try my best, though, and if you see anything that I did wrong, please let me know. Thank you so much!

Alice's POV

Washington DC FBI Building

I am the leader of my team. My team is a group of very bright, talented, and dedicated people, and we have solved so many cases. We care for and look out for our teammates, and they has supported me since this whole thing with Tony started. When they heard that Tim told me to get out, they were equally as outraged as me. When they said that I should've stayed, I explained that I'm just trying to do what's best for the people Tony cared about. I miss Tony, and I want the person who killed him, but I wouldn't get in the way of Tone's team when he was alive, so why should it be any different now that he's dead?

We were working on a case when I was called over to Agent Fornell's office. I've only seen Fornell a few times, and no encounter was what you would call, "good".

After I entered Fornell's office, I was actually greeted pretty nicely.

"Oh, Alice, thank you for coming so quickly, and on such short notice."

Interested in what is causing this unexpected kindness, I shook the hand that he had offered me.

"It's just 15 seconds away, and we're just working on cold cases, so really you did me a favor. What can I do for you, Agent Fornell?"

"Please, call me Tobias. You are aware of Special Agent DiNozzo's ca-"

"Very Special Agent. Yes, I'm filled in."

Tobias nodded.

"So, you know that out Director has instructed us to arrest Agent DiNutso's boss, Special Agent Gibbs, for the murder of DiNutzo, right?"

Okay, that shocked me.

"He's been framed, Tobias. I haven't met him, but I've seen his team. They stick up for each other, and would never hurt each other. There's just no way."

Tobias sighed.

"I know, Alice, but we have to arrest him. We've been given 24 hours to prove his innocence, and if any more evidence points to him, we have no choice. That's the best that I can do. Now, I know why you are here instead of looking for your friend's killer. Think about this; you save his boss and McGee is bound to like you."

Very willing to do anything to help Tony, I accepted.

"Let's do it." I declare, grinning.

Abby's POV

Washington D.C Abby's Lab

What do I keep doing wrong? I have tested again and again, but it always says that Gibbs did it. There's just no way. The fact that I believed it for even a second sickens me, and I really feel like I'm betraying Gibbs

In the middle of thinking about new approaches, I heard the elevator ding, and Vance stepped in. He looked exhausted.

"Miss Sciuto, the White House does not appreciate how you're consistently waisting their money by running the same test the same way numerous times, just to prove a man, who, may I add, all the evidence points too, innocent. Now, if you have a new, and preferably cheaper way, tell me. If not, you're done, and I want you and the rest of your team to head home, and report showered, fed, and rested in 10 hours."

Sickened by Vance's attitude, I begin to shout.

"You're kidding right?! Do you really not care about what happens to Gibbs? He's your friend, as far as I know. About Tony, I don't know why you hated him so much or what he did, but he deserves so much better than you! He deserves someone who would actually care that he died. That, along several other reasons, is why you will NEVER come close to comparing to Jenny! She actually cared about her team, and that's a vital trait that you definitely lack."

Vance then began to give me the death glare, and I returned it.

"You remind me of my mother, Miss Sciuto. A feisty, annoying, needy, pushy, yet lovable pain that you just can't get rid of. I didn't hate DiNozzo, but I didn't care for him either, and next time you snap at me like that, you're fired. There. You have a verbal warning. Now get out of my building!" Vance responded.

Hurt, I left my equipment, and a huge sense of loss overcame me. I really did fail them. I let them down, and that causes so much pain.

Knowing that for now I can only do one thing for Gibbs, I decide to call Ziva and Tim to my apartment so that we can discuss our plan to save Gibbs.

Alice's POV

Washington DC FBI BUILDING

"Kayla, you got anything on David's phone?"

"Not yet, Alice."

"Well, keep looking, then."

After looking Tone's teammates up, Ziva automatically became my prime suspect. A trained Mossad assassin, who is known for working off of instinct, that just had her boyfriend killed, would surely hold a grudge against her friends killer, even if it was an accident or self defense.

That's the problem with love- you trust the people you love to much, and eventually they use that to their own advantage and to your disadvantage. It's really a natural law of nature, at least with my family.

5 minutes later

"Alice, David is going to Abigail Sciuto's apartment to meet up with Abigail and Tim."

Nodding, I write down the address to Abby's apartment complex and her room number.

Ziva's POV

Washington DC Abby's Apartment

I must say that the strange gothic creep has caught my attention. She seemed pretty convinced that Gibbs did it, and now she's trying to prove his innocence. What up with the change? What wasn't believable? Was it the way I planted the evidence or the logic in general? Probably the logic.

Who could blame the goody-two-shoes boss that is perfect in every way?

Who cares that he murdered a man in cold blood? Who cares that his way of getting rid of pain is drowning himself in beer and his boats? Who cares that he's a dull and rude man who works his agents to the bone a day-to-day basis?

Nope, he's Sally Sunshine.

After getting everyone's attention, Abby started,

"Guys, we've gotta find out who killed Tony. We've already lost our glue. We can't lose our leader, too. We need to save him. Gibbs has been placed in a holding cell, and we have twenty one and a half hours to get him out. If we don't, he'll be in jail or maybe-"

Pausing, refusing to let herself cry, she waited until she whispered,

"Maybe he could be sentenced to death for murdering a federal agent."

I try not to smirk at the idea. Imagine it. Gibbs and Tony are both dead. At this point, so is Abby. All that's left is Tim and I. We get two more decent agents and a normal Forensic Scientist.

Hmm. Tim and I. I and Tim. Or is it me and Tim? My English is not perfect.

Anyway, us together sounds good. He wouldn't betray me like Tony did.

"First things first. Who may do it? Ziva, would anyone at Mossad kill Tony? What about Abba? Could he have killed Tony, Ziva?"

Instantly infuriated, I shot back,

"Why do all Americans go by this dimwitted stereotype that all Isreali's are set on revenge and murdering people? Abba called Tony Agent Meatball because even though Tony was the dullest knife in the cabinet,-"

"Drawer. Dullest knife in the drawer. Although, he wasn't the dullest, Ziva."

Rolling my eyes, I continued.

"Abba still liked and respected him. The answer is no, Abba could never hurt Tony in a million years. Look, perhaps it was Gibbs."

Everyone looked outraged at my statement.

"You! You are so, so wrong! Gibbs would never do it!" Abby shot back.

"Well, you accused my Abba of something he did not do! You know how Gibbs is a father figure to you? You know how much it hurts to have your father figure accused? Imagine how hard it is to have your own father accused, and for no apparent reason! Just because of his past and stereotypes. Hey, your father is muscley, and in Hollywood movies, the strong one tends to be the murderer. Maybe your father did it."

Abby narrowed her eyes.

"My. Daddy. Is. Dead." She growled.

"Well, I was ignoring the obvious because of how the public viewed him. That is Deja Vu, yes?"

Abby and I shouted some pretty, violent things to each other, until we heard a knock at the door.

Tim, looking absolutely petrified, answered the door, and a woman was at the door.

"Uh, hey Alice." Tim greeted.

Alice? Could she be Allison Foster?

After studying the women carefully, I realized that she does look like someone Tony would like.

"Hey, Tim. I'm sure that you're aware of the 24 hour window that you were given."

Smiling at the glares that we shot back, she continued,

"Okay, then. Didn't have to ask that question. Moving on. Uh, may I come in?"

After Tim sighed, Abby jumped in.

"Yes, Ally. You can come in."

After thanking Abby, she walked in and immediately got serious.

"Alright, Tobias is working very hard to keep the twenty-four hour window, but it's getting increasingly difficult. We need to take action now. I know you were, but I figured that you could use a fresh pair of eyes. Guys, I want Tony's killer, too, but you've gotta let me in, and you've gotta trust me."

I don't know why, but I'm getting extremely annoyed by this woman.

"Well, I was just contemplating that perhaps Gibbs was, in fact, the killer."

Alice immediately looked suspicious of my statement.

"I take it that you're Ziva?"

I chuckled.

"You have heard the gossip spreading, no?"

Alice made a kind of emotionless smile.

"Yeah, and I doubt that he would do it. I have numerous contacts who have seen them interact, including Agent Fornell himself, and all have denied any possibility that either man would harm one another in any way. Even so much as a screaming match was rare. They had a parent-child relationship that many, including myself and my daughter, would look up to."

Now that Alice is questioning me, I realize how foolish my plan is. With this, she may have the twenty-four hour window expanded, or, if she plays her cards right, he may be set free.

Or, maybe that could be my plan.

This woman is trying to get me thrown in jail. Gibbs would try to avoid that. If Alice can get Gibbs out, then I can kill her and frame Gibbs for her death, too. In two cases, all evidence would point to Gibbs. No way someone can protect him then.

He'll go to jail for my crimes, and anyone that hurt me would pay right there.

I could do that, or I can kill Gibbs afterwards, and make it look like a suicide.

One of the two. Benefits and consequences come with both.

"Allison, your case is that Gibbs could not kill Tony because they did not act homicidal towards each other, but you never saw them together. I, however, have seen them shout at each other, and have witnessed the several head slaps that Tony has received. Perhaps Gibbs reacted violently towards Tony for murdering Michael, lost it for two seconds, and now regrets his behavior. It would not be the first time that he did something irrational and then regretted it. Now, if you deny the possibility of Gibbs being the murderer, who do you propose did it, Nancy Drew?" I question.

Alice looks me square in the eyes.

"You, Miss David. The Mossad video footage is erased from approximately five minutes before the estimated time of assault to Tony lying on the ground, and Gibbs trying to comfort Tony."

Not liking where Alice is going, I fight back.

"Well, clearly, Gibbs erased the footage."

Smirking, Alice shook her head,

"Nope. Mossad has footage of YOU entering the building, and you talking to your Abba."

I shrug.

"I was going through an emotional time. I needed comfort from Abba. Is that so bad?"

Alice shook her head again.

"If it were an innocent conversation, then no, it wouldn't be bad. However, although you can't see what is on the screen, your Abba appears to be doing something to the security footage. Now, how would you explain that?"

I shrug.

"Perhaps it was not the security footage."

Alice chuckles, and I continue,

"So, your reasoning is that Tony's death was not recorded, and I was speaking to my Abba. You are pointing fingers at the little Israeli girl. Look at you, appearing right after Tony's death, accusing me at first sight. Perhaps you were the murderer, Alice!"

Alice smiles. I instantly realize my mistake. She set a trap, and I foolishly allowed myself to be lured into it.

"Nope. It would take a fourteen hour plane ride for me to get from D.C to Tel Aviv, and it's been quite a long time since I traveled via plane. I have a rock solid alibi. Try again."

Suddenly, Abby stepped in, sounding shaky and small.

"Ziva, why? You couldn't have killed Tony, could you? Why have you accused all of these people? You accused Gibbs, my dad, and now Alice. Why, Ziva?"

I scoffed.

"I am simply trying to find out who killed Tony. You are, too, yes?"

"Well, everyone, I hate to break it to you, but the guilty tends to point fingers the most, and most of the accusations turn out to be, irrational." Alice adds.

Suddenly, Alice's eyes turn cold. All expression leaves her face, and her eyes glue to me.

"Okay, you have an explanation for everything. Now explain this: Gibbs's hands were covered in blood, so he clearly tried to stop the blood flow. Now, why would he do that?"

Trying to talk smoothly, I reply,

"Like I said, he regrets his actions."

Alice smiles coldy and shakes her head.

"No, Ziva. Not his actions. He didn't kill anyone. I'm gonna ask you a question. Footage of you merely an hour before Tony's death shows you in a white shirt and black pants, yet after his assault, you have on a purple shirt and jeans. Now, where did the original clothes go? I'll answer that: the dumpster. Very original. There was quite a bit of blood splatter on your clothes, Ziva. Now, who's blood could that be?"

After giving me an agonizing second to rack my brain for a good reason to have blood on my shirt, she continued,

"Oh, don't worry, I already have the answer to that. Gibbs doesn't have blood splatter on his clothes. He was just on top of Tony's pool of blood, which means that when Gibbs arrived at the scene, Tony had already been shot! Our Forensic Scientist analyzed the blood on your clothes, Ziva. Tony's blood is all over your shirt. Explain that, Ziva."

Speechless, I finally gather the agonizing truth.

I'm busted. I've gotta get out of here, fast.

"I can explain that, too, Agent David. You're under arrest for the murder of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, and attempting to frame a Federal Agent."

As Alice takes out her weapon and cuffs, I attack.

After striking Alice in the temple, she falls to the ground with blood exiting through her skull, I race out the door, not knowing if I killed Alice or not.

"Abby, stay here with Alice and call 911." I hear Tim shout.

All I can do at this point is run.

Tim's POV

Washington D.C Abby's Apartment Building and Parking Lot

Astounded at how wrong I was, I desperately hope that Alice will be alright.

How? How could Ziva do this? How could I be so wrong?

Tony, Gibbs, and now Alice have all suffered from my blindness long enough. I've gotta end this here. I've gotta catch the woman that I've considered a close friend for three years for killing the person that I've considered a brother for six years.

In other words, I've gotta make Ziva pay for murdering my big brother in cold blood.

"Freeze, Ziva!" I call.

Suddenly, she turns, and I react to slow.

I'm punished with a sharp pain, and the feeling of warm blood coming out of the bullet hole in my abdomen.

I collapse to the floor, and realize how badly I failed as I watch Ziva run away, and hear the sound of a car starting and speeding off.

Author's Note: Yep, there's that chapter. I'm going to ask someone else in my family or a close friend to review my work and correct errors, but I just haven't gotten to it yet. If you find any mistakes, please let me know.