A/N: WHOO-HOO!!!

UD! Hmmm, can anyone remember what happened in the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, I do not own Trap Door. Bummer.

Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee and Daniel stepped from their cars. Tony's tip-off had led them to a typically dark, grimy warehouse. Gibbs motioned Tony and Ziva round the side of the building, Daniel and McGee charged the front with him. Tony glanced around, spotting a door on the ground thirty feet round from where they had left the others.

"Zee-vah, 'but that's nothing compared to the horrors that lurk beneath the Trap Door. For there is always something down there, in the dark, waiting to come out'."

Ziva raised a single eyebrow and walked over to the trapdoor kicking downwards, it fell away beneath her. Tony scratched his head, "I'll stay up here, and follow the moral of the song."

"What song?"

" 'Don't you open that trapdoor, You're a fool if you dare.... Stay away from that trapdoor, 'Cos there's something down there....'" Tony bobbed his head along. "You must know "Trap Door"? -You don't know Trap Door?!"

Ziva shook her head despairingly as she stuck it down the hole, flashing a torch up and down the tunnel. Tony looked at her in disbelief. "Zee, did you have a childhood?" He laughed.

No, Ziva pointedly kept her head in the hole as she dropped below, No, Tony, I did not have a childhood. I did not watch television, I did not laugh. I looked after my sister, I helped my father. No, Tony, I did not have a childhood.

As she dropped out of sight Tony noticed the silence, the lack of a smart-assed answer. He dropped down beside her, doubling over automatically in the 5 foot high tunnel. "This is gonna do nothing for our posture, Zee."

*

Jordon kicked Paula. She did not stir at first. "Not so brave now, are you Kate-y?"

"Not so brave now, Kate-y." He repeated himself, mocking, leering over her as she twitched round painfully.

Paula struggled to her elbows, gasping for air. "Don't- call-me-that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Katlyn." He spat out the name.

"My name- my name is Paula Cassidy. And- I- am already dead, - Jordon. You don't die- twice."

"Wetten dass. I don't really care for your life story. We were telling me where the drugs were."

"No, we were distracting you."

Jordon turned on his heels, grabbing Paula and holding a gun to her head he looked Gibbs in the eye. Gibbs held the gun steadily upright.

The two men said in unison, "Drop the gun."

Neither followed the others advice, both fired.

*

Tony and Ziva dashed into the room, two bodies lay on the floor. One, barely breathing, the other stone dead. Gibbs knelt beside Paula. She smiled in recognition.

"Gibbs, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"What would you do if I hit Ziva?"

"I would give the two of you a lift to the emergency room."

Paula choked as she tried to laugh, "Don't bother."

Tony started forward, but Paula interrupted him. "God, some people are bastards. I did burn the drugs by the way. They're not stashed anywhere… And Tony… I need to say goodbye."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, because this time, I doubt I'll luck out."

*

Tony looked down at Paula's still face, lying at peace in her coffin. Her hair was splayed out behind her head, she looked beautiful. Ziva lay a hand on his shoulder, before following McGee and Gibbs towards the gates. Tony kissed her cold forehead, "Goodbye."

I'm sorry this was short and abrupt and a really bad ending, but I'd lost my flow and I didn't want to drag it out. It would have been too painful, and I really want to work on my West wing stories (sorry, Emily), I'll keep on writing NCIS but probably OneShots and stuff from the earlier seasons, like CSI (actually like all the CSI's) and Law And Order, the writers seem to be fizzling out and heading in directions I really don't like, go Seasons 2-4.

Thanks for reading.

Cheers to YouGottaSingAlong for the quotes from "The Trap Door". And Tiva4eva, OutCold anf YouGottaSingAlong, for irritating me into completing this.