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Okay. So this is the start of the sequal to 'Fix This'.
You really need to read 'Fix This' to understand this.
Bare with me. Tell me what you think of this chapter and tell me If I should continue. I'm not really sure.
This is just short so you can get an idea of where this is going.
And please review so I know what to do.
"Got a case, boss?" Tony asked hopefully. There had been nothing for over three weeks now and deskwork was really getting on Tony's nerves.
"No." Gibbs said, "I guess its deskwork again today, DiNozzo."
Tony groaned. "Why don't McGee and Ziva have to do deskwork?"
Ziva laughed from over at her desk. "Because, my little hairy butt," she said, "we finished ours a week ago."
Tony banged his head down on the desk. "Great. Just great," he looked up suddenly, "what have you been doing for the last week then?"
Ziva shrugged. "Laughing at you. Occasionally looking over cold case files. Laughing at you. Helping other teams with interrogations. Laughing at you," she counted them off on her fingers, "you know, the usual."
"Oh. Ha ha." Tony said bitterly and banged his head on the table.
"You know, Tony," McGee put in, "if you actually did the work, you might have free time like us."
"Nah, I'm actually okay, Elf Lord."
McGee sighed. "Are you ever going to let that go?"
Tony grinned. "Not in this life time," he said and then quickly put his hand up, "but wait, Elf Lords have several lives don't they. Okay, I'll stop in life three." He said decisively. McGee was about to retort when Ziva's desk phone rang, interrupting him.
Ziva picked it up. "Offic… Special Agent David." She answered. She was still not used to answering as 'special agent' and not 'officer'. After a moment she said, "Yes, okay," and hung up. Tony looked at her questioningly as she stood up.
"Director wants to see me." She answered Tony's unspoken question.
Tony looked up quickly. He didn't like the new director. He was young and Tony had to admit, rather grudgingly, quite good looking. He didn't like the idea of Ziva and the Director in a room alone together. "Be careful."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "I do not know what you have against him, Tony, but I assure you that I will be fine."
Tony shrugged and tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice. "Okay."
"What do you have against him, Tony?" McGee asked as Ziva walked past Tony's desk and toward the stairs.
"Who?" Tony asked absent-mindedly.
"None of your business, McNosy."
McGee was about to push the point, but decided against it. I'll ask him later.
Ziva made her way up the stairs and walked along the 'catwalk'. Only seconds later, she felt her hair yanked back and the cold metal of a knife pressed against her throat. A voice rang out over NCIS headquarters.
"Stop everything or I slit her throat!"
A/N: So. What do you think? Please review and tell me. Should I continue?