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My Death, It Is Yours

MDIIY: Chapter One
MDIIY: Chapter Two
MDIIY: Chapter Three
MDIIY: Chapter Four
MDIIY: Chapter Five
MDIIY: Chapter Six
MDIIY: Chapter Seven
MDIIY: Chapter Eight

Ziva walked into work the next day with her hair pooling around her shoulders in waving curls and her cheeks were a healthy pink. Though still not herself, she seemed much more with it today, if not a little ephemeral. Timothy stared at her as she pulled her chair out and sat down in it, tight black shirt and jeans hugging her curves like most of her clothes did not. "Uh, Ziva…" he watched her curiously as she turned her head to look up at him.

"Yes, McGee?" Her voice was as strong as normal, offsetting this odd feminine feel she was putting off.

Tony strode in, button up shirt untucked and hair ruffled slightly. It was not like him to look like that unless he'd stayed the night at the office. He'd obviously not done that. Timothy looked between the two of them and shook his head. "Mm, never mind," he murmured. If his two co-workers had done what he suspected he certainly didn't want to know from the ex-Mossad agent.

Ziva glanced over at Tony as he took his seat across from her, riffling through a stack of papers on his desk. She really wished last night had been a bit more talking and less…no, last night had been amazing and she wasn't the talking type anyway. Tearing her gaze from him she looked at the letter sitting on her desk, marked with just her name. She picked it up tenderly and looked it over carefully. She knew their mail was checked but things had slipped through before; the plague before her time there. The handwriting looked familiar and Ziva felt her heart clench tightly in her chest. Him. He'd gotten a letter into her work place. Of course, Tzabar didn't have the smarts to get anything hazardous into a letter.

As she opened the letter she kept picturing the murdered Marine in his backyard, the man she'd talked to before Tzabar had showed up at her home. How she hoped he wasn't working with someone who could potentially get something past security. The envelope peeled open slowly and there wasn't any substance falling from it. So far so good. Gently tugging a letter from inside she flipped it around to see her name at the top.

Al-Hiib,

I know you are more than likely busy with your new case but

we need to talk. I saw you with him, Agent Dinozzo, at your

apartment. Don't you know a warning when you get one? You

belong with me, Ziva David, and you always will. Meet me today

for lunch at the café down the street. Noon is when you normally

go correct? I'd better see you there.

Tzabar

Ziva wasn't sure what kind of emotion was piercing past her iron-cast mask, but something sat there. The look she was getting from Tony told her so. She stared into his eyes for a beat then shook her head as she looked down, shoving the letter back into the envelope and stuffing it into the desk drawer. Ziva wasn't stupid enough to throw away potential evidence but she was not ready to share this with Tony. A warning. If that murder was what he was talking about Ziva should be going to Gibbs or the director right now. So why was she just sitting there staring at the drawer she'd shoved the letter in?

"You ready to talk yet, Miss David?" Tony asked, hip resting on the edge of her desk.

Ziva looked at his hip and glared. "I am ready to break a bone if you do not get your rear end off of my desk."

"Your heard the woman, Dinozzo. Get your ass off the desk and to yours. We have a murderer to catch." Gibbs sat down at his desk, picking up the phone and dialing some number. "Yes, hello Mrs. Hark? My apologies, Ms. Stevens. Is there a time I would be able to stop by and talk to you concerning Mr. Hark's passing?"

Tony kept looking at Ziva, smirk diminished and real concern in his eyes. "What are you hiding?" he asked softly so that Gibbs or Timothy could not hear.

The female agent stared up at him and remained tight lipped.

With a frown Tony turned away to get the information he'd found yesterday. There was a slight lead he wanted to look into not figuring it would get too far but far enough to take his mind from Ziva. Last night had been strange and wonderful for both of them; at least, he hoped he wasn't alone in enjoying what they'd done.

Ziva flipped through her notes she'd taken yesterday, looking at the picture of the man sprawled in his backyard. It was too much coincidence that she'd met the man not long ago, that it had been a love interest and that now Tony was being mentioned. Tzabar really didn't have murder in his blood. He was a laid back guy with a computer office job, someone so far drawn away from the world she surrounded her working life in that she could get away from it all with him. At least, that had been the point before she'd left him.

Shaking her head she watched Gibbs hang up the phone and immediately have to turn to his cell phone as it went off. "Gibbs…yeah. Got it." He shut the phone without a "goodbye" and snatched up his gun and badge. "Got a second body, let's move."

The three agents grabbed their stuff quickly, following with quick feet after their boss on the way to the elevator. Ziva wasn't sure she was going to like what they would find at this crime scene. If it was someone else she knew, there would be no way she could keep it from Gibbs and the team. Please let this blow over as a heavy imagination. You are soft after leaving the Mossad. Any woman gets upset over a bad break up…

Sitting in the back of the car with Tony was something new to Ziva. Timothy looked at him oddly and carefully climbed into the front next to Gibbs. He looked around for something that would spring out at him and over at Gibbs with obvious thoughts of Gibbs wanting something from him that he didn't have…like coffee, or answers.

The drive to the scene was short with Gibbs's horrendous driving but that wasn't what sat stirring her stomach. The feel of Tony's hand over hers warmed her. The cool leather of the car seat beneath it was a drastic difference, but not unpleasant. She felt protected with him so close and open as of last night. Ziva was not used to needing protection or help but it seemed every time she did, Anthony Dinozzo was there to do the saving. She resisted scooting closer to him needing to pull her strong outer layer back around her, place that wall between the two of them again after last night.

They all climbed out of the car and Ziva looked around. The park. It was very open here so definite possibility of witnesses. They walked through the glaring yellow tape, flashing badges and looked on at the grisly scene. A man rested against a tree, head tilted at an impossible angle, blood running from his lips. His eyes were open like the last and glared right into Ziva's. At least, that's how she felt about it as she looked at the man.

"Gregory Standish," Gibbs read off of the I.D. he was handed. He lightly glared at the local cop for having searched the body before Ducky could come look at it.

The sound of someone else saying the name Ziva already knew made her heart stand still for a moment. She knew the petty officer. They had coffee together every Thursday morning like clockwork. He'd be getting done with P.T. and Ziva would be not quite ready to head into work. They had great conversations together and nothing had every really gotten beyond a friend level, as the man had a fiancé. Her gut clenched at the thought.

"Gibbs," Ziva spoke up between gritted teeth, eyes still stuck on the man. "We need to talk." There was no way this was just coincidence now. If she didn't say anything now and Gibbs found out on his own, her ass was bread…er, toast….or some sort of bread product!

Jethro turned on the woman and cocked an eyebrow. "Right now?" he asked with annoyance heavy in his voice.

"It is pertinent to the case, Gibbs or I would not be asking." She gave him a look and took a few steps back, turned and headed for a place off by the cars where they could have some privacy. She could feel Tony's eyes on her but didn't look at him, not wanting to lose her emotions with him again.

Jethro stood in front of her, staring and waiting for an answer- ever a man of few words. "It is just…" Ziva sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "I knew these men who have been dying and I received a letter early this morning that may have been a threat." She was finding it difficult to look Gibbs in the eyes but wouldn't dare pull away and make herself look weak.

Gibbs nodded slowly and cautiously opened his mouth after a few moments of thought. "Ziva, do you know who is doing this?" he asked. Jethro wasn't sure how he was keeping his temper in check with her but knew she would come clean to him.

"An ex, Tzabar Farah." Ziva glanced back at Tony who was not so subtly staring at the two of them. "He has been stalking me for a few weeks now and somehow got a letter into the office this morning." She pulled the letter from her bag and handed it over to Gibbs. She'd figured at needing it so soon, had been hoping never, but had put it there so that Tony couldn't get a hold of it from her desk.

Gibbs read over it briefly and looked back up to Ziva. "This threat would include, Dinozzo." He narrowed his eyes. "Were you planning on sharing this with me at any time, David?"

Ziva pursed her lips and thought out her words before answering. Unlike the boys, she knew how to be political about things. "Only if it was absolutely necessary. I did not want my personal life getting dragged into something else work related. It has yet to end well."

"Point taken," Gibbs said and turned to look at the crime scene again. "Well, you're officially off the case and in it. You'll stay here with us for now and then we're going to have to have a more detailed talk about Tzabar and how you know the victims."

Anger boiled inside of her but Ziva nodded and leaned against the medic van that pulled up. Ducky and Palmer climbed out, heading for the crime scene. The man knew well enough when Gibbs did not want to be disturbed. "David, stay here." Gibbs walked away, marching up to walk along side Ducky. The doctor, after a few words from Jethro, looked back at Ziva with a sad look on his face…pity maybe?

Ziva didn't need anyone's pity. She didn't need this stress. She should, and easily could, take out Tzabar on her own ending the problem right there. She grabbed the handle of the van and yanked it open, climbing into the front seat and flopping down into the seat. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail she looked back out to where Gibbs was talking to the rest of the team, most pointedly Tony as he was included in the threat.

This was not going well.

She was going to go crazy.

Ziva didn't go crazy.

Tony was heading over now as the rest of the team got down to looking for evidence. His brow was furrowed and lips were pursed. He didn't give that look often, this serious concern. Ziva watched as he pulled open the door next to her and stepped up onto the edge of the van, drawing himself close to her.

The first thing Ziva noticed was his warmth- flashes of the night before rushing her brain. She closed her eyes for a moment as his scent washed over her and she felt her stomach clench. How could it be she was craving him so badly after one night? Then again, she'd been craving him for a while now, just not like this. "Tony, I am sorry I did not tell you-"

Anthony stopped her with a gentle kiss. One hand moved around behind her neck, fingers slipping up into her bound hair. He pulled the band out, freeing her long locks, tongue tracing the lines of her lips in a gentle caress. "You're absolutely stunning with your hair down, Ziva." He pulled back giving her that cocky grin and ran his finger tips over her jaw line. Leaning back in to find the vicinity of her ear he whispered just for her. "I told you I'd help you through this, just trust me." Pulling back again he stepped out of the van and looked up at her briefly before heading back to the crime scene.

Everything Tony had done since she'd joined the NCIS crew had ranged from enraging to mildly perturbing. The sweet kiss and offer of help sent her head reeling and thoughts twirling in a mad abyss. She felt around for the hair tie and realized he'd stolen it completely. Damn him.

Sinking back into the seat she waited, contemplating all he'd said and done while the team worked without her on the case that could prove deadly to her.

Tony headed up the walkway to his house, keys in one hand and phone in the other pressed to his ear. "Are you sure you don't want to come here, Ziva? I mean, he knows where you live…"

"Tony, I am not running out of my house like a little girl," she argued as she stretched on the couch. She was in nothing but an NCIS t-shirt and panties, enjoying hearing Tony's voice. "You could come here." Maybe she was just hoping…

The sound of rich laughter on the other end made her pause. Tony took a breath and smiled, stuffing his keys into the lock of his door. "Yeah, give me just a few moments. I need to get a few things first." He was excited at the thought of going to see her again.

Pushing the door open Tony pushed the door inward and walked through heading for his stairs. Something felt wrong to him and he paused carefully looking around. Taking a step something pulled at his leg and he looked down as he watched his leg pull a wire. A loud bang and a flash of light sent him flying backwards. His eyes flickered as he watched his house going up in flames before darkness overtook him.

"Tony?" Ziva asked to the dial tone that suddenly consumed her phone.