Rule 12

The case

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The case.

Tony’s POV

Sighing softly to myself I watched as Ziva walked slowly into the bullpen. The way she was rubbing the back of her head made me chuckle softly to myself as I realised she must have bumped into Gibbs on the way up. I was just about to go over and talk to her when I realised where she had just been.

Shit.

I hoped against hope that Abby hadn’t said anything to her. Although this being Abby made it very unlikely as everyone knew that Abby was not very good at keeping secrets. Instead of continuing my route to her desk opposite mine I changed direction to walk over to McGee’s desk. I needed to know exactly what he had told Abby. Hopefully he hadn’t told her who it was but I wasn’t so sure that this would actually be the case. If he had told Abby everything that I had told him I may as well leave now and get as far as way as possible before Ziva kills me.

“What did you tell Abby?” I growled in as menacing a voice as I could manage, acutely aware of Ziva’s eyes following me.

Swallowing slightly McGee raised his eyes to meet mine before replying in a voice even quieter voice than mine, “I didn’t tell her who don’t worry DiNosy although I could if you don’t keep to your side of the bargain. I still have more I want to know.”

Satisfied with this answer I gave him one of my famous DiNozzo stares before turning to walk back to my desk, “Let’s keep it that way McGeek.”

I could feel Ziva’s eyes on me as I made my way back to my desk and I knew then that Abby had indeed repeated everything to her that McGee had said. As long as he was being honest when he said he didn’t tell her it was Ziva I needed the rule broken for I knew I would live, but I had no way of knowing if he was. The first I would know of him telling Abby that I liked Ziva would be the split second I would have between her starting to kill me and her killing me. Not something I was particularly looking forward to happening if I was honest with myself.

Trying to avoid her gaze I sat down on my chair and started making a dent in the pile of paperwork in front of me. I was very aware of the hole her eyes were burning in the top of my head as I stared resolutely down at the file in front of me. Just as it was getting too much Gibbs walked in, saving me like always.

“Dead Petty officer. Let’s go.”

As always we headed to our desks and grabbed our gear before all making our way towards the elevator. I was slightly behind the others due to being slightly out of it when Gibbs called us but I wasn’t complaining. I honestly had no idea why I hadn’t walked behind the others before. The view was amazing! Quickening my pace I remembered why I didn’t like to hang back. The others were already inside the elevator and I could see the doors closing.

Made it

Panting like a mad man who had just run a marathon I glared at the others daring them to laugh. I could see a small smirk forming on McGee’s face and Ziva’s shoulders were shaking. Hell, even Gibbs was trying to hold back a smile. Sighing to myself I realised that this was probably going to be a long day- we hadn’t even made it to the crime scene yet.

Making it down to the car park I noticed that I hadn’t seen the keys yet which could only mean one thing- Ziva was driving both me and her to the crime scene. She’s like a woman possessed when driving and my sprint to the elevator earlier obviously hadn’t done me any favours. One, I had already been laughed at by my team, and two, Ziva was about to kill me whilst driving. I dragged my heels in order to savour every last moment of my life which was about to be cut short but I couldn’t avoid the car forever. I also received a Gibbs slap for my troubles.

“Stop stalling DiNozzo. Get in the car.”

I hurried towards the car whilst rubbing my head and grumbling under my breath. Hoping against hope I would actually make it alive and in one piece I turned to Ziva who was sitting, staring out the window looking rather bored.

“Do you think you could sit down so that we can drive to the scene?”

“Yes, yes. I’m coming.”

“Good.”

Driving the way only Ziva can we arrived at the scene to find Gibbs and McGee already there.

“About time you two turned up. DiNozzo photographs, David bag and tag, McGee, with me.” Ha I thought to myself that means I get the camera. Time for a few sneaky shots. Grabbing the camera from the back of Gibbs’ car I followed the others towards the body. Turning around I noticed that Ziva was yet to move from her spot by the car.

“Coming Ziva? Or were you just planning on standing there all day?”

“Huh, oh Tony, yes I am coming” and with that she grabbed her stuff and caught up with me. Together we walked towards our victim- a young petty officer. She was in her uniform still which was a little bit odd and from what I could see not bad looking. Lifting the camera from where it was placed around my neck I started snapping photos of just about everything.

‘Flash’ That’s her face for identification.

‘Flash’ Followed by her wound from all sides.

‘Flash, Flash, Flash’ I kept snapping photos until I spotted my perfect opportunity.

‘Flash’ Checking the screen I realised I had the perfect image for any possible blackmail of Ziva. I managed to get her right in the face just as she looked up and the look of shock and anger on her face was just too much for me to handle. I started chuckling under my breath. Eventually, after Ziva had finished threatening to kill me with anything and everything, I convinced her to look at the photo. To my complete and utter surprise she couldn’t stop the smile that spread on to her face and soon that turned into a little laugh. God how I love that laugh.

Soon we were both laughing a lot harder than the situation warranted- the picture wasn’t that funny. Ziva was starting to bend over and I knew that she was just about to lose it. I managed to stop chuckling for long enough to creep up behind her and she jumped about a foot in the air. She was ready for me this time though and the next thing I knew was being flat on my back with Ziva pinning me to the floor. She was close enough for me to smell her shampoo and I really did not want her to move. Not that she was attempting to get off anyway.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.