Crossing The Line

NCIS/Criminal Minds Crossover

Pairings:

Ziva/Gibbs

Prentiss/Rossi

McGee/Abby

Rating: M for Language.

Author Note: Please R and R! I hope the characters aren't' OOC. BTW this is a work of fiction all NCIS and Criminal Minds characters do not belong to me. If they did you would know! ZIBBS!

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Ziva . . .

Ziva David liked to think that Mossad had trained her well for any type of situation. Though there were many occasions on which she wished she had not followed her father's rules and joined Mossad. Looking back on it she knew it had made her the cold and seemingly heartless demeanor that she displayed at work.

The only upside, apart from learning self defense, was the friends she had made at NCIS. She'd found a younger brother to protect in McGee, a sister in Abby, an annoying older brother in Tony, an uncle in Ducky and Gibbs? Well when it came to office hours she and Gibbs displayed a mutual friendship. After hours, she and Jethro were lovers. The first time he had kissed her, she had been shocked.

'What about Rule Twelve?'

'Rules are meant to be broken Zee-Zee'

'Yes but the all important Rule Twelve, the biggest rule yes?'

'Zee-Zee'

'Yes'

'Shut up so I can kiss you again'

Now as Ziva walked out of the coffee shop, plastic cup in hand, she smiled at the memory of the night before. It had been a steamy one yet again. She wondered what Tony and McGee would think if she knew what Gibbs could do with those hands of his.

She started the car and as she turned up a side street she noticed a little boy run out in front of the car. She braked and the car screeched to a stop, she leapt out. Ziva's hand automatically went to her side, where she had strapped her gun. The little boy was nowhere to be seen. Ziva cursed in Hebrew, quite loudly.

A whistling noise reached her ears and she threw herself flat on the bitumen, grazing her left forearm as she did so. She winced and then looked up slightly. Ziva cursed as she saw the Mossad throwing knife embedded in a steel bin a few feet away.

A deep voice floated out of the darkness. 'Ziva David, as of today you are a mark. The countdown to D-Day has begun'

Ziva cried out in Hebrew. 'Who the fuck are you?'

When no answer came Ziva got warily to her feet and sprinted back to her car. She climbed in, dead locked the doors and started the car. The road flew past beneath her tires as she sped away from NCIS. She pulled over into a shadowy alley and flipped open her phone.

'Emmy its Zee. It's begun, please listen to me. You know what to do' Ziva said then hung up. Tears welled in her eyes and she banged her hand against the steering wheel.

'Damn it. Why now? Oh Jethro, Tony, Abby, Tim, Ducky. What am I going to do?'

--TBC--