NCIS: The Unexpected Greeting (Tiva Love Fan Fiction) ON HOLD

Part 4

Tony's POV

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"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby walked in the bullpen.

"What is it, Abbs?"

"Most of the blood found at the knife belongs to Petty Officer Leanne Coldwell. But! There was another!"

"Name?"

"Marlon Ables.." she finished.

"Mcgee." Boss called.

"He's phone is active. He's located at... Lieutenant Arthur Coldwell's address, 142 B Street, West Virginia..." Mcgee updated. We grabbed our gears and headed off to catch the guy.

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6:47 pm 

"Finally we got him..." Bishop sighed while eating her favorite food on her desk.

"Well, Marlon Ables wasn't hard to get..." I shared as I sat on my desk.

"Lieutenant Arthur almost die though..." she trailed off.

Mcgee walked towards his desk, getting his things.

"What's the hurry about, Mchurry?" I teased.

"I've got to meet Delilah." Mcgee hurried to the elevator. I chased.

"Why?" I asked as he pressed the button waiting for it to open.

"She's in my apartment." he answered with a problematic face.

"How come you so sure?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I traced her," Mcgee paused. The elevator dinged and he went in pressing the button.

"Without telling me..." Mcgee finished as  the elevator doors moved.

"It's a prank, Mcgee!" I exclaimed before the elevator doors closed.

     "Don't forget to take pictures!" 

I smiled at the memory and went back to my desk.

"C'mon.. Go home.." boss said as he walked to his desk. Bishop stood from her desk and walked in front of Gibb's desk.

"Well.. Gibbs, Uhm.. Can I talk to you? Uhm.. Privately?" I can still hear Bishop whisper. Boss looked at me.

"Leaving now, boss... G'night!" I bid goodbye and headed to the elevator.

 Privately? That's strange. I wonder. I went in the elevator and pressed the button. I looked up at the squared-shape ceiling. Bringing back the memories, when Ziva and I were trapped inside the elevator. She sat on my shoulders. I miss those memories.

If I could drag her back, I'll do it in a heartbeat. 

     Ding!

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 I walked through the halls of the apartment. I searched the key from my pocket. As I touched the doorknob, it was warm. Someone has recently touched my doorknob. Good thing I locked the door.

As I opened the door, I was startled to see someone sitting on my couch. I almost drew my gun when she stood. Then I realized...

     Hardest 180 of my life. 

"Hello, Tony..."