Game's on

A/N: Hey there! So, I said to NCISTotallyFan that I would post this tomorrow, but I'm not doing anything today due to a bad weather, so why not? This is the sequel to super-soaked, but will be more like a multi-chapter, so buckle up. This is the first chapter, but it will be like a week before I write the other one, so don't freak. Enough of this, and on with the story, espero que les guste! (I hope you like it!). Oh, flashback is in italics. Also don't hesitate in review ;)

Disclaimer: (shuffles papers at desk and sighs) Nop, I don't own NCIS, but my birthday is in a couple of weeks, maybe Bellisario will please me…

Chapter 1

Payback

It's been a week after the super-soaker vs. paintball incident, who seemed now long forgotten. Or so Ziva thought. The truth was, Tony had been planning his revenge, and already had a prank that was fool-proof. It had taken him a week to set it up, and some calls to his buddies at Baltimore PD, but it was all set up to happen tonight. He had the order to keep the mess out of the office, after a not so nice confrontation with Gibbs the day of the 'incident'. He still could feel the pain of that headslap…

They had been quite for a while now, the mess of their little prank war forgotten. It was peaceful in the squad room, the tree of them actually working in their respective paperwork. Suddenle, Gibbs rounded the corner, his ever-present coffee in his hand. However, he stopped when his shoes made a funny squashing noise and looked down to see a puddle of water in the carpet.

The tree had stopped working and were now looking everywhere but him. Gibbs sighed and assessed the damage in the squad room: a toy water gun lay on the floor in the middle of the four desks (DiNozzo), and in front of it an army knife stuck in the carpet (Ziver). A sort of rifle in Ziva's desk and DiNozzo's clown suit completed the disaster of the scene.

"What the hell happened in here?" Thundered Gibbs leveling all of them with a hard glare. McGee looked absolutely horrified (so McGee wasn't in), Ziva braced herself and lifted her chin up in defiance and Tony gulped and looked afraid he'd get punished (oh, the two guilty parties). None had spoken, so he looked at Tony, "Well?"

"Boss, I…" Tony started, but Ziva interrupted him.

"Tony soaked me with his toy gun, and then I shoot him with paintballs, Gibbs".

"Is this a freaking playground?"

"Uhh, I think no, Boss…" Tony winced as a hand smacked to the back of his head, hard.

"Ya' Think, DiNozzo?"

"Sorry, Boss. It won't happen again".

"The hell it won't. clean up this mess, now". Gibbs growled walking to his desk, and then added, "you too, David".

"But Gibbs, I…" she closed her mouth as Gibbs turned to stare at her. She stood up. "Right".

Gibbs nodded and seated on his chair sipping his coffee. "And DiNozzo", Tony stopped walking and turned to his boss. "So much color doesn't look good on you". Gibbs hid a smirk as Tony grumbled with a pouting face as he passed Ziva in search of the janitor's closet.

Now all he had to do was to wait for the hour to come. Finally, around seven, Gibbs ordered them to go home, and Ziva packed her things and after shouldering her backpack and picking up her car keys, looked at him, and noticed he had not done a move to go home. She approached his desk and stood in front of it.

"Tony, Gibbs said we can go home".

"Go ahead, Zee. I have some stuff I have to wrap up before I leave".

She looked obviously doubtful of his lame excuse, but he had to play it well. She had to be alone tonight. "Oh, then I will wait for you".

Damn, go home, woman. If Tony looked at her face once more, he'd sure give up his revenge and go home to have dinner and a movie curled up in the couch with her. So he looked at an interesting dent in his desk, and shuffled some papers around to appear busy. "I prefer not to, I know you're tired, and I could be here for hours. Go, Ziva, I'll be there after a while".

She looked at him a little more, and sighed and decided to do as he told her. "Okay, so see you later then".

He looked up and smiled sincerely, "I love you".

She leaned in and placed a butterfly kiss against his lips, for Gibbs had vetted them to 'grab-ass' in the office after that little episode a while ago that she would never mention under any circumstance. She smiled, "I love you too". She then straightened again and left the squad room in direction of the elevator.

After he heard the doors opening and closing, he let out a breath of relief, thank God. He loved this woman, and wouldn't doubt it for a second to put himself in front of a bullet and her. He had her six, always, she was his world. But sometimes the competitive side of him got the better of him, and he just couldn't let the paintball pass without notice. Sure, he had started with the super-soaker, but he'd always have the final say in anything related to pranks. He'd just learn to sleep with an eye open, for self-preservation purposes. Of course today he'd have to run home at midnight to have a shower and come back to sleep at Abby's Lab. He had already asked Abby's permission, to which the goth only raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms defiantly. He'd pleaded (after assuring her nothing was wrong) her to keep her mouth shut, and he thought she did. Ziva would be royally pissed, he just knew it. God only knows what could Ziva come up with, but eventually she'd have to give up, he knew that.

-NCIS-

Around 11:30 pm, Ziva was exhausted and worried. She had come home at 8 that night, had run a bath and laid in the warm water with a book for almost an hour, had made some dinner, saved half of it for Tony, who had not come home. With nothing to do, she had cleaned her gun, backup revolver and knife. After that, started cleaning the house, with was unnecessary, for it was all as shiny as it could get. She had kept her phone with her always, her mind uneasy about Tony, but they had texted every hour, and he was still at the office.

So, now, tree hours and a half after being home, she got another text from Tony, that said Got a case in Baltimore. Gear up. Meet you there. Ziva almost ran to get some clothes plus her NCIS windbreaker and cap. She clipped on her badge, guns and knifes, and with her car keys in hand and backpack in shoulder, was out the door in less than five minutes. She got another message from Tony detailing the address of the crime scene. Also added Hurry up. Gibbs is already grumpy.

Ziva sighed, slid the phone in her windbreaker pocket and the backpack in the passenger seat, and after starting the engine, took off like she was being chased. On the highway, she decided to floor the gas to make the trip in half the time, and the lack of traffic was better anyway.

In the outsides of Baltimore, red and blue lights started to show and a police siren blared in the night air. She sighed and cursed in Hebrew, but slowed the mini and stopped in a side of the road. She pinched the bridge of her nose, I do not have time for this. The patrol stopped behind her, and the sirens stopped their wail, but the lights were still on. Gibbs was going to kill her.

A police officer came by her window, "I'm gonna need you license and ID ma'am".

Ziva contained her anger. Ma'am? She exhaled through her nose and handed her license. "I am a federal agent", she explained, showing her badge and NCIS ID, "I am on my way to a crime scene in Baltimore".

"Do you realize how fast you were going ma'am?"

Ziva again refrained to reach for her knife. "I know I was going at a high-speed officer. I'm on a rush to get to a crime sc-"

"I am sorry, I need your ID too".

"I am a Mossad liaison officer in DC. I am an Israeli citizen. I only live and work here". She did not add she was on her way to become an American citizen.

"So residence then".

"I do not have one. I told you I am Israeli".

"Sorry ma'am. You'll have to come with me to the central".

"WHAT?!"

"Step out of the car, ma'am", the officer asked.

She turned the engine off and got out of the car about to jump the man and strangle him; Abby surely would help her to hide the body. But stopped herself before she reached for her knife; she had to respect the laws now, even if they worked against her. She killing a police man wouldn't look good for her ongoing citizenship application. "I am a federal agent, officer", she looked at the name in the uniform, "Michaels. I have somewhere I need to be right now. So write me a ticket, hand me my license, and I will get going". She even showed her badge at the guy! Was he stupid or what?

"Sorry, ma'am".

Ziva snapped, "Do not call me ma'am!"

"Have you been drinking?" Asked the officer now wary.

"What?"

"Answer the question".

"No, I have not".

"Please walk along the line ten feet and back".

Ziva, closed her eyes grasping at straws her self control, and did so.

"Now say the alphabet backwards", the officer continued.

Rolling her eyes Ziva recited the alphabet from z to a. "Can I go now?"

The officer had a stoic expression and then changed to serious in seconds. "Hands to the car, now", she put the hands in the roof of her mini, counting her breaths to not explode. The officer started patting her for weapons, and he found them all, luckily for him. If he had left the knife, he would not have lived to tell. "You're under arrest for driving under the influence of alcohol at a high speed and possible in documentation".

He brought her hand to her back as he cuffed her and recited the Miranda rights. She said nothing as he hauled her in the back of the patrol, only opening her lips to say, "You are making a big mistake". He had no idea she could get out of the cuffs if she wanted to, but held back for the sake of her citizenship.

She kept quiet the entire ride to the central, and once there, the officer registered her, and the one behind the desk raised his eyebrows at the number of guns she had in her possession. She had caused a bit of a commotion in the central when she arrived, everyone ogling at her. Pigs. She was now in a cell with two bikers, a junkie and a hooker. Great.

She kept her distance, leaning her back against the bars, looking at the wall but also keeping tabs on all of the cell habitants. A couple of hours later she was allowed to a phone call, and she called Tony, who didn't pick up. Fantastic. She dialed then Gibbs, who answered grumpily after a few rings. "What?"

"Um, Gibbs".

"Ziver".

"I think I'm in trouble and I need your help".

"Where are you Ziver?" he asked, and some shuffling was heard on the other side.

"Baltimore PD".

He didn't press more for information, or demanded explanation. "I'm coming". With that the line went dead.

She hung the phone with a dangerous smile at the officer who was with her as she realized this department was about to experience an enraged Gibbs in, hopefully, a short time. The officer looked warily at her, afraid of her confident smile. He escorted her back to the cell, and she started pacing inside. Gibbs would give this people hell.

After two hours, she was bored, tired, frustrated, and angry of the leering and calls from one of the bikers. "Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you", she hissed clenching her fists. She could tolerate the incoherencies of the junkie, the babbling of the hooker, and the drunkenness of the other skinny biker, but this giant asshole was grating her nerves.

The biker stood up and smiled crookedly at her. He was like six feet tall and a good two hundred pounds of mass, and was approaching her. Oh well. She was already in a cell. The man attempted to put a nasty hand on her, and she snapped moving faster than a lighting (ninja, indeed, Tony would affirm). She elbowed his nose breaking it, and twisted his arm so painfully behind his back, that he fell to his knees screaming of pain. The other biker stood to defend his partner, and Ziva knocked him on his ass with a few kicks. She was interrupted by the door opening and an officer entering, followed by Gibbs voice, "Ziva!"

She straightened her clothes and followed the officer out of the cell. "They attacked me".

She looked around the bull pen, and the few officers present were all staring at her like she was alien or something. The officer guiding her kept his mouth shut after looking her up and down. Those guys were 5 times bigger than she, and she had them on the ground in no time. What a firecracker. Not less than the older man who had come to get her. He had stormed in demanding why a federal agent had been arrested. With the glares and verbal lashing he had received, now he couldn't even look at him in the eye. NCIS had some really scary people.

In the front desk Ziva received her guns and clipped them to her body with a glare at the officers. "I'm sorry, ma'am, for the inconvenient we caused you", said officer Michaels sheepishly. "Here are your car keys. It's parked outside".

Ziva looked him and decided not to say anything for now. It was six am and she was exhausted. She just took the car keys and turned to Gibbs. "I'm sorry for not making it to the crime scene, Gibbs".

Gibbs looked at her like she had grown a second head. "What crime scene?"

At that second a detective she had seen before entered the building and spotted her NCIS windbreaker. "Hey there, NCIS! Tell DiNozzo Jackson sends his love to his useless self!" and with that he passed them and kept walking.

Ziva suddenly realized: Baltimore PD, Tony's reluctance to go home with her. Damn it. "Fuck you, DiNozzo. I will kill him Gibbs". She was fuming.

"Just no permanent damage, Ziver, and not in the office". Gibbs smirked. Oh, DiNozzo was so in trouble. He'd headslap him into oblivion for this one, but better left Ziva to avenge the prank played on her.

They walked out of the central and in the way to the parking lot she pulled her phone out and called Abby. "Abby, it's me Ziva. Yes, it's all alright. I was wondering… do you still have that itchy powder you used on McGee last year? Yes? Excellent".

Gibbs smiled and kissed her forehead in goodbye and mouthed 'go home'. Ziva smiled back and whispered 'thank you' before getting in her car still talking to Abby. Gibbs shook his head as he entered his own car; DiNozzo had just met his match. He was about to get payback…

A/N: So… tell me what you thought!

Shalom,

B&T