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The Gun's Lust: Chapter Three

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Tony sat in the back of the SUV, having been manhandled quickly out of the way by Ziva for the front seat. He was perturbed until he remembered he had a pen in his pocket. So, for the fun of it, while Gibbs drove them to wherever they were going, Tony slowly reached around with the pen in his hand watching it head, inky point first, right for the side of Ziva's face.

She snatched his wrist in her hand quickly, twisting it to the point of being painful. Tony yelled and lurched in his seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position as the pen fell from his hand. "Tony, do not make me break off your arm." Ziva gave him a hard stare with pursed lips.

"Knock it off you two, and Dinozzo you'd better keep your head on right…" Gibbs' hard eyes looked at him in the rearview mirror, telling more than he was saying. Just past that stony gaze was concern for his senior agent's life with this new case.

"Right boss," Tony said pulling his arm back from the loosening grip of the Mossad agent. "So there Ziva. You should be nicer to me since I'm a dead man walking." He sat back into the warm leather seat, rubbing at his wrist.

Ziva turned in her seat, gripping the edge of it and glowering. Her lips twisted up into a smile. "It is not the first time you have been walking dead, Tony." Her hair was spilling around her face, kept down today.

Tony couldn't help but smile as he noticed the locks of warm brown hair out of a pony tail. "You look nice today, David. Did I mention that? Almost like the kind of woman I would take home with me. Maybe I could come stay at your place instead of Geekdom." The grin he gave her was the same old womanizing-one Tony gave every attractive woman that passed his way.

Ziva let out a bark of laughter and turned around in her seat. "I will not be another name in your dirty little book, Dinozzo."

"Are you done?" Gibbs snapped pulling up to the curb outside of the local news station. He threw the car into park and shut off the ignition, yanking the keys from it and looking between the two. "We have a job to do. It could save your life, Tony." He pushed open the car door without waiting for a response and slammed it shut. He did the Gibbs-stride towards the door passed the small crowd of uniformed officers and fearful looking news casters, looking like he owned every place he set foot. People moved for him easily scared off by the furrowed brows and intense fire in his eyes.

The two agents got out and jogged after him, flashing their badges to get past the crowd of people. Gibbs was standing talking to a woman with puffy red eyes, gripping tightly to a box that was dripping a suspicious looking red substance from a bottom corner. Tony cringed and slowed his progression, looking to Gibbs for confirmation of what nasty thing could be in the box.

"…a hard thing, yes. It's okay, you can hand me the box, Mrs. Renolds." Gibbs held out his hand, voice and look on his face soft and comforting as he spoke to the obviously spooked woman She handed it over with shaking hands and Gibbs took it steadily. He pulled it around so that he was profile to the woman and the two approaching agents. Flipping open the top so that the woman didn't have to see it again, Gibbs looked down and had a hard mask placed on his face almost immediately.

Ziva gave a low whistle. Tony stared and then frowned, starting to reach inside. "That's my house key…" he said just as Ziva slapped his hand away from the box.

"Gloves Tony." She looked in the box. "The first thing that you notice is your house key, not the bloody heart?"

Tony shrugged and looked back in the box. "Hey boss, what's written underneath that?" he asked pointing to the watery ink that lay beneath the detached organ.

"Don't know Tony. Get the heart to Ducky and the box to Abby and maybe we'll find out." He shoved the box towards Tony then stopped. "Gloves Dinozzo. Didn't Ziva already say that?" he asked turning his wrist to hand it to Ziva. "You go with her and stay with Abby until I get some answers, Dinozzo. Don't want your heart in a box next."

"Uh…yes boss. Can I get something to eat first? Abby's back on her health food binge and I couldn't stomach another spinach leaf and alfalfa sand-"

"Tony." Gibbs looked at him with a slightly gaping mouth.

"Right, never mind." Tony turned to follow Ziva back to the car and paused, looking over his shoulder. "What about your ride Gibbs?" he asked.

The ex-marine just smiled and shook his head. "Go, now." He turned back around and placed a gentle on the woman's shoulder, talking in a low and easy voice to her. Despite all his hardness and tough-guy intimidation, the man was sucker for a woman- beautiful or in despair it didn't matter. Tony shook his own head and climbed in, looking over at Ziva.

She was putting the key in the ignition and Tony grabbed his seatbelt quickly. "Oh, this was their plan. Death by Ziva's 'driving', as she likes to call it." He chuckled to himself watching her shoot him a glare.

"You Tony, Abby asked me something interesting last night." She had her own smile on as she pulled out and headed back for the office.

Tony eyed the road, hoping his suspicions were wrong. He was going to kill his Probie if they weren't wrong. "Mmm," he was tight lipped and glaring hard. "What was that, Ziiivuh?" he asked trying not to grit his teeth.

The Mossad agent shrugged her shoulders and put her foot down further on the gas pedal. At least they weren't in her mini-cooper. That was a death trap on wheels with this woman driving. Though, this truck was a bigger target for whatever she thought she could zoom around or past. "Oh, just wanted to know if I'd seen you and McGee hanging out after work hours."

"What could Mc-Elf Lord and I possibly have in common enough to hang out after hours?" he asked reaching for the radio station and turning on some hard rock. It was enough to drown out what Ziva was trying to say to him. He was surprised she didn't try to turn it off and continue the conversation. Instead he was able to pull out his air guitar and jam with his feet on the dashboard on the short ride "home".

A couple hours after Abby received the box from Tony and Ziva, the machine beeped down in Abby's lab. She turned around right after the computer beeped with a smile on her face. "What have you got Abbs," she said in the "Gibbs" voice. "Well…Uh, Gibbs?" She looked around, spinning slowly and came up Gibbs free. Quickly she ran to her phone and picked it up. "Aaaaahh-nd, ring!" It remained silent. The pout on her face was truly pathetic.

"Abby!" came a voice from the elevator into her lab.

"Gibbs! Er…Tony and McGee." Abby's pout turned to almost utter horror.

Tony stopped and looked at her, giving her a frown. "We're not that bad are we?"

"Where is Gibbs? Is he okay? He's not here because the killer got him, didn't he?" Abby was near hysteric but the two men were used to that.

Timothy rolled his eyes and moved around to look at the computer screen bearing the results her blood test. A match already. That meant it was somebody already in the system. He looked at the name and bit his lip.

"Yes, Abby. Gibbs is dead and I am boss now." That landed Tony a punch in the arm.

Timothy turned around and looked at Abby. "Gibbs is in the field talking to people at the news station. He told us to call when we got something." He offered her a smile and handed his phone across the space to her.

"Thank you, Timmy." She smiled and snatched the phone, calling Gibbs.

Timothy moved to stand next to Tony. "You didn't terrorize her earlier did you?" he asked under his breath. "I told you I didn't talk to her. I don't know why Ziva is getting in on this as well."

Tony gave him a flat stare. "Because McClueless, they're girls. That's what they do."

Timothy looked over at Tony and shook his head. "You're not worried about this at all, Tony?" he asked but didn't get an answer. Abby was back over, handing the phone to him and speaking up.

"The blood was the FBI agent's from Washington, the one that helped on the case, Tony. And I deciphered the message." She was biting her lip and clasping her hands in front of her, slightly twirling back and forth in her large combat boots.

"Oh, we're done freaking out now that Gibbs is okay?" he asked folding his arms over his chest. He didn't look all that concerned for a man that was being hunted by one of the most powerful drug lords in South America.

"It was your address written on the box, Tony. They know where you live, Tony you can't go home!" Abby was pre-hysterics again and the guys were not ready for another break down so quickly.

Tony quickly put an arm over her shoulders, pulling her up against his side. "Abby, my Princess of all of things Goth and Vampire, I'm going to be stuck in Geekdom, you don't have to worry about me. The most that could happen is I go into boredom overdrive and my brain gets fried. That or McGee tries to shove some Star Wars crap into the DVD player and my head explodes."

Abby's hysterics took a quick turn. "You're staying at McGee's house. All night? You two, alone?" she asked with a grin that had Tony letting her go and backing up.

"Abby, stop that thought right now." Tony shook his head and headed for the elevator. "I don't even want to know what is going through your twisted black mind."

"There is nothing going on between Tony and I." Timothy moved back over to look at the name on the screen. It was the FBI agent. That agent and Tony had practically taken out the group of drug dealers single handedly. By the time their backup had gotten there they had just run out of handcuffs for those still alive. Timothy shook his head. This wasn't good and Tony wasn't scared enough for his own good.

Abby just looked between them and shook her head. "Okay, and I was cheerleader in high school."

"You weren't a…oh," Tony looked at her and turned back, pressing the elevator button a few more times, as if it'd actually get the machine down there faster. Timothy moved after him and nudged him.

"That's not going to help, Tony just stop." Timothy looked at him and worked his mouth wordlessly for a second. "Um, so what are you going to do, Tony? I mean, this is pretty serious."

Tony looked at McGee and smiled. "Let you worry and enjoy some time house hopping. Maybe Abby would let me crawl in her coffin with her."

Abby laughed. "Not even close to being big enough!"

"Me, or the coffin?" Tony asked furrowing his brows. If he could keep this conversation up maybe he could stop blushing. So far the other two hadn't noticed.

"The coffin, Dinozzo." Abby turned back around and started marking times and names on the baggies that she was putting the evidence into.

Tony gave out a breathy laugh and nodded. "Ah, okay I was just making sure because I've heard from some people that I'm a bit too big-" Thwak. Tony's head moved forward from the head slap and he looked around, expecting Gibbs. He saw nothing but a big grin on Timothy's face.

"Probie, that's dangerous grounds, you know that don't you?" Tony growled and glared at him.

"You know Tony, I'm not that concerned about it." Timothy smiled and climbed on the elevator as it finally dinged and the doors opened to allow them on.