Breaking rule 12.

recovering

"Is it painful to walk?"

Tony looked across to Tim "no. Not at all Probie. It's not like I have burn marks all across my feet"

"I was just asking"

"Can you walk Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked, waiting for a reply.

He stood slowly holding onto the wall, I placed my arm around his back to help him as he transfered his weight to my shoulders.

Slowly but surely he took a few steps forward; granted he was placing all of his weight to me but he was walking. If slowly.

"You will not be able to run Tony" I said, helping him back down into his chair.

He sighed heavily looking down at his feet then slamming his hand against the chair violently.

"Surely I could go out and get some cream Jethro." Duckie suggested.

"you would stick out like a sore thumb Duckie." Gibbs replied.

I thought for a moment, then deciding I lifted my scarf from the table and headed out.

"Stay here!" I called back

TONY POV

"How come, boss, that she doesn't get Gibbs slapped?" I asked rubbing my hand that had turned red a little.

"Because Dinozzo, she doesn't do stupid things like getting her feet burnt off." He sighed, sticking sheets of paper to the wall and writing on them.

"She just ran off."

"To get something for you."

"How can you-. I'm not going to ask"

"Ok." Gibbs stepped away from his 'paper tv' "we deffinetly know the two at the beach worked for NCIS. Then they turned. We need to know what they did in the US and what could have provoked the transition."

"I'll start searching" Tim said, moving across to his computer.

"Then we need a link to tie them to Ziva..."

"I'll see if they came into contact with her father" Abbs said, going to her laptop beside Tim.

"And now the Sigtons." Gibbs passed me my laptop, I straighten up and took it.

"On it."

"Good."

Half an hour of sifting through records, Abby had drawn a blank. Tim too. Me Not so much.

"Boss," I swiveled the laptop to face him. "Displaying here is a photo of Alex Sigton leaving a night club with one of our NCIS/Mossad agents. Kain Jeffreys. And here. His brother. Ian. Being interviewed by Simon Stewart. In NCIS interrogation."

"So Ian was involved in a case. A different case to Zivas?" Probie said

"Different to my what?" Ziva entered with her scarf covering her face, she pulled it down as she placed a bag on the side and handed Gibbs a coffee and Abby a Caff - pow.

"Thank you ziva!" She said beaming.

"Thanks." Gibbs nodded.

"What have you got then?" She asked looking at the laptop. "That's Stewart."

"You know this guy?"

"Yeah he showed me around my first day."

"Did you say anything to him?"

"I took his job Tony."

"What?"

"Well he was a liason to the middle east. He sort of got knocked down a peg when I arrived"

"There's motive" Palmer said. Causing us all to stare at him "Oh. Sorry. No one of you can say it."

"So we have motive. If they got into trouble while they were fighting in Afghanistan. Could it be possible for Mossad to be sent to eradicate them?"
Ziva nodded pulling up a chair "if they became a threat to an opperation"

"Let's assume our two Mossad agents were the ones sent to clean up" Gibbs said

"Alright. So what? They recognised each other from America, got chatting, realised they both had a hatred for Ziva or Eli and decided to kill them?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Or maybe when they realised they knew each other, to settle past differences or because the two parties both didnt like Ziva or NCIS that much." Probie shrugged.

" Mossad because of their jobs that Officer David took and perhaps the Sigtons because of the case they testified at and needed some deeper sense of security..." Duckie interjected.

"Then the deal went sour when they failed to kill me a few weeks ago when i got jumped coming out of my apartment?" Ziva sighed.

"Mossad killed the Sigtons then" Palmer finished, again we all looked in his direction.

"Good work team" Gibbs nodded, drinking his coffee.

"Campfires always work a charm boss."

"How is this a campfire Tony?"

I rolled my eyes "can I have whatever you went out to get me please Ziva?"

She sighed, smiling a little, and passed me the paper bag.

"What is it?" I asked, pulling out a silver container, showing it in the direction of Duckie.

"I believe it says 'foot cooler cream' for when you've been on long walks and have aching feet"

"Or when you've been in a fire." The boss said.