Jul 14, 2010 19:15
"You know, Ziva," Gibbs grunted as he pushed the dead body of a suspected terrorist into bed of an old pick up truck. "Typically the call it a safe house because it's supposed to be safe."
Ziva shot a glare at her old boss before climbing into the cab of the truck. "It was a safe house," she grumbled. "I told you Eschel blew up the one in Paris."
"Yeah. After we were inside the house!" Gibbs growled back as he got into the driver's seat. "For a minute there I wonder if you screwed up one of your idioms again."
"Very funny," Ziva scowled. "What now?"
"Well. We got to get the body to someone who can identify it," Gibbs said as he started the truck up.
"And who would you suggest for that?"
"Ducky," Gibbs replied as if the answer was obvious.
"I thought we weren't going to involve NCIS," Ziva protested.
"I said you can't involve NCIS," Gibbs countered as they drove off. "I'm a different story."
Ziva let out a small snort of amusement. "It's good to have you back, Gibbs."
"Well... don't get used to it," Gibbs said with a small smile. "I'm still retired."
He paused before adding: "But it's good to see you again."
"So... About this woman you married?"
Gibbs let out a small groan. Later on when he dropped off the body, Tony was getting such a head slap.
[NFI. Just a cut out of a scene we might have seen in Shalom if there was time.]