Forenote: To those who do not know, "Jaws" is and action/thriller film about a savage great white shark that starts killing swimmers in a small coastal town. Warning for any who haven't seen "Jaws" and want to this chapter contains spoilers so I advise watching "Jaws" first.

If you didn't figure from last chapter's title this is the final chapter

A Federal Agency Acronym (4)

McGee waved frantically on the deck.

"Tony! Tony behind you! "he yelled with all his might.

The winds blew his warning in the other direction.

"Its no use, he can't hear you McGee," Ziva snapped.

She began to bite her nails. Sharks; Tony and Fornell were goners unless….unless…She charged up to the top deck. The dust on the deck fled the ship like rats and the planks of wood groaned under the fast pounds of her feet. The brine stung her face; she ignored it. There was a way to save her colleagues. Colleagues…she hadn't called them…him that in a long time. Had she forgiven him? Where did her loyalties lie? Forget about it she thought focus on the task ahead. Once on the top deck and leaning against the wooden barrier she fumbled for her knife and desperation found it in seconds. Then with the small pocket knife, given to her by Gibbs, she sawed the ropes holding the lifeboat frantically. She didn't even pause to wonder why they had a lifeboat on a pirate ship. The ropes creaked and fizzed as the knife chewed them apart as one chews beef. They she realised why there was a lifeboat. She gasped in shock.

"Gibbs," Ziva called uneasily.

Under the navy tarpaulin several thin strands of apple coloured wire peeped out. She could see the flashing red timer below.

Tony turned round, that piece of wood reminded him of that classic film" Jaws". The driftwood looked exactly like the…it was a! Panic gripped; what should he do. He checked for blood, the red mist pooled around him and Fornell. Not good. What did they do in "Jaws"? Fuel and gunshot. He didn't have any fuel and he didn't have a gunshot. What was a gunshot anyway? He cursed at his absentmindedness it was a gun he needed, a gunshot was when you fired the gun. Fuel+gunshot=explosion. Perhaps if he just made an explosion?

How to create an explosion? What were the chances Fornell had a grenade or explosive device in his pockets? Slim but it was his best shot. He fumbled in the FBI agent's pockets for anything remotely of use: a pistol-too small-, packet of pistachios- obvious reasons-, lighter…An idea began to formulate in his head. Hadn't Abby once said naked flame and pistachios had the same effect as naked flame and wind? How to put the plan into action though? It would involve the flame being in contact with the pistachios' packet and in the sharks' mouth without him holding the lighter? He brainstormed but it proved fruitless. All this time the sharks loomed nearer…

"What Ziva? Gibbs bellowed from the lower deck.

"Explosive device in the lifeboat!" she hastily replied.

He ran up to the railing on the top deck, beside her, and peered down onto the lifeboat. He swore.

"What chance do we have of deactivating it?" he queried.

"I need to see it properly to know Gibbs"

"On the count of three we pick up the tarpaulin, one…two…three! "he ordered.

They lifted the tarpaulin up with great caution and flung it onto the deck. Ziva studied the bomb and then noticed the timer.

0:03…0:02…

They turned and threw themselves further into the deck with leopard reflexes.

0:01…0:00…KABOOM!

"Steady, steady," Tony murmured as he aimed his shot.

He had thrown paper balls and basketballs accurately at McGee plenty of times before; why should this be any different? Because these were sharks, he was throwing a packet of pistachios and he only had one shot the pessimist within him thought. He drew his arm back being careful not to let go off Fornell (who he held in his other hand) and threw. The shark stopped in surprise as the pistachios hit their target. Obviously an unexpected lunch. Tony opened the lighter, re-steadied his hand and when he saw the amber spark of hope flung it into the shark's mouth and…nothing happened.

The shark closed its mouth in bewilderment and swam nearer eager for its lunch. Had the saliva of the shark doused the flame before it reached the pistachio? Or had he been clasping at straws? Either way he and Fornell were goners. He grabbed Fornell's pistol and when he felt the stench of rotten fish from the shark's breath, he pulled the trigger back and…KABOOM!

Gibbs expected his back to be in pain from the splinters but there was none. He looked around; the boat was intact. He cautiously stood up and peered into the lifeboat. The bomb hadn't exploded. He was bewildered then he realised the explosives were neither connected to the tangled mass of wires nor the timer. So what had caused the noise? He saw Ziva slumped by the cabin with blood trickling down her jet black hair presumably because she hurled herself into a wall. She staggered upwards.

"You okay? "he asked.

She was about to reply when she was interrupted by a joyous yell from McGee,

"Boss, Ziva. Tony's blown up a shark!"

Gibbs pondered this for a moment. How the hell had DiNozzo blown up a shark? He peered in Tony's direction. There was blood everywhere and the other sharks were swimming away in terror. And there were Tony and Fornell completely in shock. The pirate ship drew nearer and nearer to them till Gibbs was near enough to call, "Having a good swim DiNozzo?"

"Why am I out here in the first place anyway Boss?" he yelled back.

"You have amnesia!" Gibbs told him as a cool breeze picked up.

"No, Fornell, "Tony replied a little taken aback, "I don't have an Aunt Teresa, Boss!"

Gibbs sighed before roaring "NO! I SAID YOU HAVE AMNESIA DINOZZO! I KNOW THAT'S FORNELL!"

Tony nodded as Gibbs threw him a rope. He grabbed the coarse end with one arm while Gibbs, Ziva and McGee hauled the sopping agents onto the deck. Tony was full of relief at his rescue as he shivered on board. Gibbs felt Fornell's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief before beckoning two men to take him in to the cabin till he woke up. Tony smiled before looking at Ziva who now wore a white bandage over her glossy black waves. He looked astounded before stating

"I thought you stayed in Israel Ziva."

McGee, Ziva and Gibbs burst into laughter while Tony stared at them in complete oblivion. Gibbs pulled out his phone and said

"Vance, we've got DiNozzo."

Meanwhile…

"Anything interesting happen in this Noah's ark of a sea while I was asleep? "the deep American voice called from below deck with a hint of sarcasm.

"Mossad attacked a speedboat and a pirate ship, blew the speedboat to pieces and after exploding the sharks the pirate ship picked the survivors up and guess who was on the pirate ship…your dear friends from the Navy Yard" his companion replied his voice as mellow as a deep cello.

He was laid back under a canopy on a deck chair. His eyes were firmly glued to a pair of binos amd a newspaper on his lap. He had a scruff of black hair, neatly combed and was wearing a leisurely black top and jeans. The sun hit the canopy and whipped him; he ignored it. The sky was peaceful from the previous banshee of battles five minutes earlier. He wondered how the hell had his partner slept through that.

"Good one Ray, where did that come from?" the American joked.

"Trent, it happened five minutes ago."

The skunk faced Kort (Trent) appeared on deck from the blue stairs descending to the belly of the ship. He wore dark sunglasses and a khaki bucket hat to protect his bald head.

"Ray, please be serious. It's a dull enough already and your jokes don't help,"

Ray stared at him. Trent knew that stare; he cursed.

"What the hell are NCIS doing out here? Sigh…Never mind what were you going to say about that phone call?"

"Barrett has a new lead on Port-to-Port," Ray replied casually before dropping his binoculars and picking up a newspaper.

He opened up to the crossword.

Across

A federal agency acronym(4)

He picked up a black pen and on the faded brown paper wrote N-C-I-S into the small boxes.

Then he laughed…