Title: To Have and To Hold?
Category: Romance, Action/Adventure, Humor
Pairing: Timothy McGee/Ziva David
Summary: This was going to be quite an adventure.
Spoilers: General season 4, but pretty minor.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for McGiva challenge at NCIS Fanfiction Addiction. Story is completed and will be posted one chapter a day, for 7 days.
Gibbs zoomed into the squadroom, headed for his desk, and called out, "New case. McGee, David, grab your gear."
McGee and Ziva shared confused looks, then turned to Tony's desk, to find the other agent . . .
"Where's Tony?" Ziva asked, flicking her head back to face Gibbs, who was removing his gun from his desk drawer.
Gibbs shrugged half-heartedly, then said, "Ask the Director. She seems to be in control of my team lately."
Ziva turned to McGee again, giving him another concerned look.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Gibbs barked, momentarily stopping in his trek to the elevator. "Come on!"
"Sure thing, Boss," McGee said, holstering his gun and jogging to catch up with the older man.
Ziva nodded and followed the men into the elevator, letting out a breath she had been holding. This was going to be quite an adventure.
"So, what's the case?" McGee asked once the elevator doors closed.
Gibbs remained staring ahead as he answered, "Serial killer. Four naval officers have been found stripped, bound, and slashed from throat to stomach."
Ziva grimaced. "Sounds pleasant."
"Well, Officer David, now is not the time to get squeamish, because you two," he finally turned to look at them, "will be getting to know this case . . . intimately."
Neither Ziva nor McGee had time to ask questions as the elevator stopped at the garage level and they headed for the truck.
Thirty frantic minutes later, after Ziva had nearly drove the truck into a sprinkling of roadside vegetable sellers, they arrived at the crime scene. McGee stumbled blindly from the truck, eager to escape what would surely one day be his deathtrap. Ziva smirked at his reaction and wandered over to him.
"Feeling a little beneath the weather?" she asked, and he looked up at her, a "you're unbelievable" look on his face.
"Under, Ziva. It's under, and you have to ask?" He shook his head. "I don't even know how the hell . . ."
"Hey!" They looked to Gibbs, who was standing at the house, waiting for them. "You two can chat later, assuming I don't kill you first!"
They walked quickly up to the house, where Gibbs opened the door and presented them with the crime scene in all its grisly detail. The three of them carefully treaded the blood-spattered floor, attempting to maintain the scene, and arrived at a set of bodies.
Ziva nodded as she surveyed the victims. "I now understand what you meant when you said we'd be getting intimately involved with this case."
The set of bodies was a man and a woman, their hands joined together.
"Our vics," Gibbs stated, turning to face Ziva and the shocked McGee, "were married couples."
Ziva raised her eyebrows and mumbled, "Till death do they part." McGee turned his shocked look to her. "Look at it this way, McGee: This will be a lot more fun than sitting in the office all day." She chuckled softly at the worried look on his face and squatted down by one of the bodies.
"Gibbs, you can't possibly be thinking . . ."
"Yeah, I am," Gibbs replied, still observing the scene. "Undercover work is part of the job, you know that."
"I do, I guess I just wasn't expecting . . ."
"That you'd have to fake a marriage to Ziva?" McGee turned to look at Ziva, who blew him a kiss and winked. He turned back to Gibbs, who was now looking at him. "It'll be easy. Just fight all the time. No one will be the wiser." He smirked and bent down to the bodies again.
"Yes, I'm sure I can get very used to this," Ziva said, sidling up to McGee and suddenly grabbing his ass.
"David! Less play, more work!"
"Of course." She withdrew an evidence bag from her coat, shaking it open and winking again at McGee, who still registered a look of shock on his face.
No, this was going to be the adventure.