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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 stopped running when she reached the end of the staircase and found herself in the lobby area of the apartment building. The cops that had been sitting on the porch when they'd entered were no longer there, which she was thankful for. Ziva needed to be alone when she was overly emotional- it wasn't for anyone else to see. Grumbling under her breath about Tony's behavior she started to pace, anger fuming her steps. There was no way she could have told him just this moment that she felt something for him. She wasn't sure what she felt. Sure, Ziva had enjoyed how close they were getting. The sex was great. But she was in the middle of the worst break-up anyone could have, what with her ex possibly being the one killing every male she had contact with.

"Damn it, Dinozzo." Ziva's voice was harsh but low. Her fists were clenched and slightly shaking at her side. This wasn't a good place to get this pent up frustration. She wanted something to punch and the wall, the elevator door, and the front door didn't seem like great options to her. "A girl has to be ready…granted, I am not your typical girl and I am normally on top of things like this…" Mossad is not everything that I am. I am a woman, too. Her thoughts returned internal in fear that she would be overheard and deemed insane from this caseload. She really couldn't believe herself that she was standing down here, throwing a fit like an emotional teenager. Over what? One little sentence, one little gesture of trust.

Be honest with yourself… She liked Tony, a lot, that was for sure. So why couldn't she just say it? He was so careful with her through all of this, giving her just what she needed almost every time. As much as the two of them had been through, she was noticing one very important pattern- Tony Dinozzo was at her side to help her through everything, no matter how she treated him.

Sighing and sinking to her butt on the bottom step, Ziva grabbed her hair in tight fists and shook her head slowly. "Think, Ziva David. Just go up and apologize to him." Sucking in another deep settling breath the NCIS agent sank back further, letting go of her hair. She wasn't quite ready to go up and face him just yet. She had been an ass running out on him like that. It would take more than a quick apology to set things right. Also, she still wanted to just yell at him and beat on him.

Making a quick decision before she talked herself out of any sense what so ever, she pushed the anger aside and jumped up, pulling herself up the stairs with the handrail. She made it to their floor and stood staring at the door for a brief few seconds before barging back in. "Tony, look I am-"

Tony was digging his own path in the carpet of the living room, mirroring her angered pacing downstairs. "Ziva just drop it. I get it if you don't like me. What we had was fine. It doesn't have to go further, so let's just forget about it."

That sent her right over the edge, for reasons she would only fully understand after looking back on all of this. Moving quickly, her legs eating up the space between them, Ziva landed him a rather hard punch to the shoulder. "Tony Dinozzo, shut up and listen to me. I do like you, a lot. I am just not the type of person who can say that so easily. And with this case I am under a lot of pressure. I do not want to say something unless I know that I mean it, all right?" Her fists hit his shoulders a few more times, emphasizing her words perfectly.

To his credit he stood and took it pretty well. He was gritting his teeth and trying not to cringe at each hit, but he remained quiet, those hard eyes looking down at her warm brown ones. "Well, I hope you figure it out soon, Ziva. You know the kinda guy I am." His narrowed eyes and tone of voice made the sentence sound self-deprecating. He was attacking himself more than her. "Who knows, that lady cop down there was awful cute. She might figure out her feelings first."

Even though Tony looked like he was speaking out of emotional overload, Ziva couldn't help but attack him back. "Fine! She would probably put up with your asinine attitude better than I would anyway." Ziva turned her back on him, intending on shutting herself away in a room for the rest of the time they had to be there. She could go a good week without food or water.

Tony snatched her wrist, jerking her back. The only reason she stumbled and was pulled back was that Ziva hadn't expected Tony to do something so stupid. She caught her footing quickly and put a hard heel of her palm to the center of his chest. "Back off, and let me go."

"No, this is ridiculous. You're just going to let me walk out?" he snapped sharply.

Ziva looked into his eyes again, keeping her hard mask up to gage the situation. They were getting loud. She didn't care at the moment though. "If that is what you want to do, I cannot stop you."

Tony rolled his eyes and his head and growled out a very male grunt. "You've gotta be kidding me. After everything I've said you can't tell I'm trying to get you riled enough to yell something out of character at me, to lose control on those tight-lidded emotions?" he shook his head and let her go, looking angry once more. "What ever. Obviously you're not going to tell me anything so lets just drop this."

"What do you want to hear, Tony?" she yelled at him as he finished his sentence. Her body was tight, arms snapped to their sides, restraining.

"To know that I'm not alone in this. To know that what I'm giving you, you're enjoying and wanting. That you like me, too." Tony ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want this to be a waste of time."

Ziva narrowed her eyes and watched him for a moment before doing anything. He was relaxing- no sagging in defeat. He wasn't in any way comfortable with this situation. He just didn't have much of a choice in it. Closing the space between them once more, Ziva wrapped her arms quickly around his neck and pulled him down to her for a hard kiss. Talking obviously wasn't working and they did the physical so well together.

Tony kissed back and Ziva was glad for it. Perhaps things could be worked out. She was so concentrated on the feel of his lips and hands on her back that she missed hearing the door open. She only opened her eyes when she felt the reverberating smack from the back of Tony's head. Gibbs was standing behind Tony, hand slowly falling back down. "I got a call from the agents here. Said there was a lot of bullcrap going on between you two." He was frowning. "Fortunately for everyone, I was already on my way over. Grab your gear and let's go."

"Yes boss," said Tony jogging back to the room immediately. He was well trained to Gibbs' commands.

Ziva on the other hand stood there for a moment and looked at Gibbs questioningly. "What have we got?" she asked narrowing her eyes.

"A name and an address." Gibbs turned away from her and headed for the door, holding up a slip of paper for her to glance at. "Come on David, get your gear."

Turning and following after Tony, Ziva met him in the hallway where he handed Ziva her gun, badge and jacket. "Here," he said gently. Once his hands were clear he slipped on his own jacket.

The two trotted after their boss, Ziva relaying the very short amount of information Gibbs had given her. "He did not say the name or the address." She was wondering, in both relief and fear, if maybe Tzabar wasn't actually involved in this. She was so sure, after his stalking and the letter…

"Hmm," Tony murmured and as they caught up to Gibbs tapped his shoulder ever so slightly. "Who's the target?"

Gibbs glanced back at them and pointed at the SUV. "In, then I talk on the way over." He climbed into the driver's side and waited for the other two, only long enough for the doors to shut, before he took off in a hurry. "His name is Ronald Emeret. He's ex-navy, let off for bad conduct. Didn't get very high in rank before they let him go. He's been getting some pretty pricey checks from the initials T.F."

"Tzabar Farah…" Ziva breathed out and felt her head get a touch lighter. So he was involved. "Wait, did you say Emeret?" she asked, her memory pounding trying to dredge up some image of the familiar sounding man.

"Yeah, you know 'im?" Gibbs asked glancing in the rear view mirror at her. Tony was turned in his seat to watch her twist her lips in thought.

Ziva squished her eyes close trying to pull the memory forward. "Yes, just a few days after I broke-up with Tzabar a man by that name approached me at a diner. He came on to me but I had a bad feeling so I brushed him off and went home. I think I remember seeing him a few times after that but he never approached me again." Something else flashed through her mind. "Gibbs, I think he was at the first crime scene. I saw someone, at first my mind flashed to Tzabar but I believe it was Ronald Emeret." Her eyes were slightly wide and her mouth a little agape. She couldn't believe she hadn't placed that earlier.

"Did you question him?" Gibbs asked in a stern voice. Tony's eyes were apathetic as he'd come over to talk to her after she'd gone running after someone.

"Couldn't catch him." She shook her head and sagged back against the seat. Her fight with Tony seemed so far away already and she was ready for the comfort he'd been giving her lately.

The rest of the ride was silent but for Gibbs explaining the whole situation. They had their warrant, a good amount of evidence which Abby was finishing up, and their infiltration plan. A quick bust of the door, the two agents flanking their boss and hopefully a quick round up of Ronald Emeret. Pulling up to the house a few down from Emeret's, the agents climbed out and palmed their guns. Moving up to the house carefully, the warrant in Gibbs' pant's pocket, they peeked through the front windows to find the t.v. on and lights towards the back of the house. Taking up their positions, Gibbs knocked on the door.

The television went off and there was a moment of silence before the bursts of feet sounded over the floors heading for the back. "Now!" Gibbs said yanking open the door and watching as Tony shoved his gun inward. They followed the nozzle of Dinozzo's gun and headed quickly yet carefully for the back. The place seemed empty but for the sound of those footsteps. A rummaging sound came from the back and as they rounded the hallway there was the all too familiar sound of a gun cocking. All three paused, lifting their guns higher and waited, listening carefully.

"Ronald Emeret?" Gibbs spoke up. "We have a warrant for your arrest. Put down what ever is in your hand and come out with your hands in clear view."

"Fuck you! Take one more step and I'll blow your damn head off!" the man from inside said.

Ziva nodded to herself. "That is him, I recognize his voice." Her voice was merely a whisper for her two partners to hear.

Gibbs nodded and took slight step closer, not yet able to see around the doorway. Ronald sounded like he was towards the back of the room but nothing obscured his voice. Gibbs would have a clear shot if he needed it. "Listen up, Ensign, we need your cooperation on this." His voice was hard and commanding- Gibbs could have easily been a drill instructor. "Step out of that room with your hands free. I'm not in the mood to be dealing with bullshit, you got me?"

The man's breathing was quick and heavy. "Ziva out there?" he asked.

The three froze, Tony looking worriedly from Ziva to Gibbs. When his boss just looked at him, Tony decided to speak up. Better that he knows there were a few of them and his chances were slim. "Yeah, Agent David is out here. Why, you want something from her?" he asked taking an involuntary step closer to Ziva.

"Not really. She wasn't my hit." Ronald sounded lower to the ground, like he was crouched now. His breath was still heavy.

Ziva took a step forward and projected her voice, not able to mask the anger. "Who asked you to make the hits? Tzabar?" she questioned and Gibbs put out a hand pushing her back slightly. She shot him a quick look but allowed herself to be moved.

"Ha! You already know. What can I offer to get out this now?" he asked sounding more and more panicked by the minute. "He down there blabbing about it? That pussy couldn't even do it himself. I told him he should deal with the bitch himself! You can always work over a bitch and it's cleaner than what he had me do."

"You didn't do a very good job, either," Tony said shifting his weight but staying put. "That bomb was a bit off its mark, wasn't it?"

Ronald scoffed and shifted back into something that clunked heavily. "Yeah, well, Tzabar gave me the stuff. I told him I didn't know nothing about it. He gave me the instructions, I followed orders, that's all. It's his mistake."

"Following orders, you know, we could work with that." Gibbs stepped closer and took a very quick look into the room. He pulled back as Ronald raised the gun and fired.

"Stay out!" he shouted in a hysteric voice.

Gibbs turned to his agents and whispered, "He's tucked down on the left side of the bed. Dresser behind him- nothing blocking our view." He watched the two agents nod and turned his attention back to huddled man. "If you were just taking orders, you were just doing what you were taught. Once you're military you're never anything else. We all know that."

There was silence for a long moment and Gibbs was about to speak up again when Ronald's voice sounded again. "Yeah…yeah, I know. I was following orders." He took a few audible gulps again and spoke up, "Ziva, I'll give Ziva my gun. I didn't do no harm to her. Right? You understand Ziva…it was Tzabar. I can tell ya everything he planned. Okay?" he asked.

Ziva swallowed, closed her eyes and tried to force the images of the dead men she'd met from her mind's eye. She tried to forget Tony's near death. "All right. I want you to put your gun on the ground and slid it out towards us," she said stepping up as Gibbs let her. They heard a loud thunk and a harsh skidding over the wood floor. "Do not move, Ronald, all right?"

"Yeah okay, I won't move," he responded.

Stepping into the room with her gun raised, Ziva looked at the gun a few feet away and the huddled Ronald. He looked frantic, really young, and ready to do anything. She moved quickly, putting a foot over the fun and kicking it back further for Gibbs or Tony to grab then tucked her gun at her back and grabbed a hold of Ronald. She pulled him onto the ground and wrestled his arms behind him, slamming on the cuffs. She heard her partners move in, Tony grab the gun and Gibbs stepping up beside her.

"Good job Ziva," he said putting a hand on her shoulder and offering a tight smile.

She nodded two quick times and moved out with Gibbs and Tony back to the SUV. Pushing the man in, she breathed out a deep breath and shut the car door. "I think I will get a cab back to the office," she said looking at her boss.

He nodded and moved around to the driver's side. "Tony, go with her." He didn't wait for a response before he climbed in and took off.

Ziva raised an eyebrow and looked over at him. "Well…" she looked down the road to the street with shops and diners where they could hail a cab.

"Come on, let's get back over there before Gibbs has another reason to head slap me," he said with a cocky grin.

With a nod, Ziva followed after him and glanced over. "How are you feeling?" she asked looking at him. He was walking pretty tall and proud despite the recent injuries.

"Ah, I'm a Dinozzo. I'm just fine," he said squinting into the bright day. "Wish I had sunglasses though."