A/N: 81 days since the last update... Ouch^^ I'll try my best to be faster with the next one^^
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'Go and get into position.'
"Let's park the car somewhere next block and then go and make an apartment available." The sidekick told the men on the backseat coolly.
(Inside of Tony's Apartment)
"Yeah Abs?" Tony asked sleepily, sitting up in bed.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," she stood uncertainly in the door frame of his bedroom.
"C'mere," he scooted over to the left side of the bed and patted the spot next to him.
Willingly Abby went to him, hugging him before she settled into the free place.
"I'm sorry, too. I should have told you or at least left you a message," he winked at her.
"I would have tied you up if you had told me, but a message would have worked," she agreed with him.
"Gibbs would scoff at us for apologizing," giggled Abby after a while.
"And he would head-slap me," corrected Tony, "Luckily I don't see him anywhere."
He looked around, checking, "At least I hope he's not."
"Gibbs is magic! He'll probably know anyway," grinned Abby widely.
Next to her Tony groaned, "Not very encouraging Abs," sending his friend into another fit of laughter.
"I brought you something from the office."
Ziva looked at him questionably.
"The file," she coughed as she spotted the familiar manila folder.
"Yeah, wanna tell me what sets you so off about it?"
"I thought I should not talk." She smiled cheekily at him.
Gibbs returned her smirk, "What is out of place?"
"High Mossad officers are rarely at the same place together - that openly. A safety precaution, as you would call it. Also if they come together, the place and time is a need to know basis only. And now they get killed just the moment they are all together? The file said that there was no meeting planned. Them crossing path that morning was filed away as coincidence," she sighed, pausing every so often as a cough treated to come out.
"I don't believe in something like coincidence."
"Me neither," whispered Ziva her eyes fixed on the file, "But I cannot see anything else wrong with the report. It is unnerving!"
"If they would false a report they would do their best to make it as believable as possible, right?"
"So we need to find the one thing they oversaw to cover."
"How?" She asked him as he stood up and left the room momentarily.
"Write the names of all officers down. The time of the attack and where it was. I'll get McGee to check if they were supposed to be there in the first place." Gibbs told her as he handed her a notebook.
"Is McGee not too injured for that?"
"He can write on his book, so he can type."
"He is writing another book?" Ziva exclaimed, her voice breaking under the stress and sending her into a coughing fit.
"Easy," Gibbs handed her a glass of water, "Already told him that he's signing his own death with it."
Ziva scoffed raspy, "He knew this too when he published his other books."
"Yeah," smirked Gibbs, "Said he's bringing his dog to work when he'll publish it."
"Will not keep me from murdering him," yawned his agent, the effects of the medication kicking in.
"No bloodshed during work. Means too much paperwork."
"Okay," Ziva replied yawning, her eyes drifting shut as sleep claimed her.
(Opposite Tony's Apartment)
"Electric company! We need to check your power supply."
"I don't know of any repairs!"
"We sent a mail to all residents last week."
"I didn't got anything!"
"Sir, the sooner you let us in, the sooner we'll be gone again," the team leader replied, smirking evil-minded at his sidekick as the door buzzer was finally heard.
"Childplay," whispered the sidekick as they ascended the stairs.
"Knock, shoot and done?"
"Go ahead," the team leader motioned to the door of the apartment which lay right across Tony's.
Straightening his clothes the bulky sidekick approached the door and knocked.
"Electric company." the man replied, rolling his eyes in direction of his leader.
"No, you don't look like someone working for an electric company!"
The sidekick raised his eyebrow, "Sir, please open the door," he nicely tried again.
"Go away scum," screamed the man agitated.
"Why why why. Always those mistrusting old people," the team leader shook his head and motioned for his two goons to break down the door.
~ /crack/ ~
"Go aw.." The man screamed in fear as he backed against a wall in his apartment.
Before the old man could say anything else the sidekick had placed a bullet neatly in the middle of his forehead.
"How about you go away," laughed the sidekick.
"Repair the door," the leader ordered, looking around the small apartment. "And make sure no one noticed us."
(A few minutes later)
"Needed to kill an old lady across the hall. She was spying on us the whole time. Since we cut the phone line and I didn't found a cellphone, it's safe to say that she didn't called the cops. Rest of the house is empty."
"Sometimes I envy those who have normal working hours," laughed the leader.
"Boss, the curtains of DiNozzo's Apartment were just pulled close!"
"Damn, we'll wait then."
(Across the street)
"Thanks," Tony whispered after Abby had blocked the sun from streaming into his apartment.
"No problem, can't have you suffered. Is the headache already fading?"
"A bit, yes."
Abby walked into his kitchen in order to get the popcorn, "You still up for a movie?"
"Abs," he smiled at his returning friend.
"Right, don't answer that."
(Next Day – Flu: Day 5)
"Gibbs," whined Ziva, "I feel better!"
"David, you go back to bed. Right NOW!" barked Gibbs.
"But..." defeated she made her way upstairs.
Gibbs felt bad. As he went upstairs a little while later to check on his sick agent, he found her playing with the hem of her blanket. Her cellphone lying on the covers not far away.
Gibbs signed, "Ziver," but she refused to met his eyes and kept staring at the wall in front of her.
The older agent smiled at her behavior but the look in her eyes made him become serious again.
"What is it," he quietly asked as he took a seat on the bed.
"I feel... lonely, yes?" she quietly told him, unsure of her confession she looked out of the window.
"So that's why she came downstairs."
"Ziver, I like your company. But the basement is too cold for you at the moment. You know that."
His agent nodded gloomy.
"I could make your comfortable on the couch, watching TV?" suggested the team leader carefully.
"You do not have cable," smirked Ziva, "Or DVD's or a player." A frown lined her face.
Gibbs huffed smiling, "You could use your notebook to watch films."
"Unlike Tony I don't like to watch movies again and again."
"Read a book?"
"My eyes are still hurting."
"Calling DiNozzo, then?"
"Abby answered his phones. She told me that he cannot speak, cause he was -quoting Abby- 'A bad bad DiNozzo.'"
"Sounds like Abby," laughed Gibbs, regarding his female agent again. "What has he done now?"
"Something about sneaking out to the grocery store for snacks ..."
The gray-haired agent snorted, highly amused by what he had heard, "So his stomach got the upper hand again. I'll think of something to occupy you. Maybe I'll even ask Abby if she let's Tony from the hook," he tried to brighten her sullen mood.
"Why don't you sleep for a bit?"
"I don't feel like sleeping. That is all I did for the last few days," complained Ziva.
"No wonder she didn't start to feel bored earlier."
"Clean your guns?" smirked Gibbs.
"My cleaning kit is at Tony's."
"That's something easily changed," commented Gibbs and disappeared out of the room.
Once back, he held his guns and cleaning tools out to her, along with his second weapon, "Here."
Confused she took them and placed them carefully on the towel he had brought, too.
"While you're on it," said the agent casually, referring to his weapons.
The 'And that you won't get too bored too fast' hung unspoken over them. Nonetheless, Ziva smiled.
As Gibbs turned to leave the room, he stood in the doorway for a few moments, watching as his agent produced her own gun out from under her pillow and then carefully begun to disassembled it.
Sidenote: Facts about a certain Israeli Agency aren't in accordance with reality. It's fiction. So no flames =P (or knives...)