This has nothing to do with the last chapter! I hope everyone is starting to get what I'm doing here with this story full of mini stories, I really do hope!

NCIS is not mine.

Rule#1-Never Let Suspects Stay Together

Tony stared at the plasma looking from the victim's picture, to the wife's, then to the girlfriend's. The victim, Kevin Sullivan, had been shot nine times. It was such an over kill, which led the team to believe it was a crime of passion. Which led Tony DiNozzo to suspect the wife, and now that they discovered her, the mistress. He figured Gibbs was having the same idea because he, McGoo and Ziva were out collecting the two women right now.

Cases like these always made him go wild. He liked the drama, the emotion and the attitude behind every love triangle. Well, he liked the drama and emotion behind anything really, but love triangles, in a case? He felt like he was in a movie when stuff like this went down. He anticipated the arrival of Gibbs with the wife and Ziva and McGee with the mistress.

That was usually his favorite part. He would always stand in the observation room with two interrogation rooms on either side just watching the two women. Gibbs would talk to them one at a time, slowly making them break. Tears would be shed, screaming was inevitable and Tony would be there to see it all.

The elevator ding awoke him from his thoughts. Tony switched his attention from the plasma to McGee in Ziva who were escorting Kevin Sullivan's mistress to interrogation. Ziva left the girl's side to go join Tony while McGee further escorted her. Tony smiled at Ziva. They both turned in unison to face the plasma once more.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Tony asked after a moment of silence, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"What? The case?" She looked up at him. The case was really no big deal.

"Yes the case! We have a man, the victim," Tony made his voice go deep so he would sound like some one out of a movie, "caught between his high school sweetheart, who is now his wife, and a young girl, who he has accidently fallen deeply in love with." He tipped his head to the side, gave Ziva a cocky smile and said, "What more could one guy ask for?"

"I think you like these 'love triangles' so much because you like to play it out to see what it would have been like for you." She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one foot.

"What do you mean?"

"Think about, Tony. You like living this out. You like to be a part of something you know you could have never done."

"Oh, so you think I couldn't be able to have two girlfriends without either one knowing about another?" Tony laughed. "Oh Ziva, you have so much more to learn."

"Maybe you have had two girlfriends in the past," She held up her finger to his mouth so he wouldn't interrupt, "but you have never had a wife and a girlfriend, which we both know you would not be able to handle."

"You don't think I could handle the married life?" He looked down at her and their eyes instantly connected. Their flirtatious banter was suddenly broken up from another ding coming from the elevator. Gibbs and Sullivan's wife stepped out. She was crying, which was no surprise.

"Get her a glass of water." Gibbs mumbled to DiNozzo before sitting the distress women in his desk chair and calmly whispering words of sympathy to her. Still, the wife remained to be a suspect. Tony rushed off to get her a glass.

Ziva, who was feeling a bit uncomfortable around the crying woman, started off towards the bathroom. She didn't even make it out of the bullpen when something; or rather some one caught her eye. Ziva watched Kevin Sullivan's mistress casually walk past the bullpen, most likely heading for the bathroom as well. Unfortunately for her, the wife just happened to look from her sobs to see her strut by.

"Is this her, Agent Gibbs? Is this the bitch that killed my husband?" She stood from the desk chair and pointed at the young women who instantly shot a look of hate and disgust towards the wife. "Don't look at me like that!" She screamed and began charging towards her husband's girlfriend.

"You are Kevin's wife?" The lover asked, looking like she was in shock.

"So what if I am?" The devoted wife shot back, now fully sprinting towards the 'other woman.' Ziva was too in shock to step in between them. Once she fully realized what was actually happening, it was already too late.

The two women pounced on each other like animals. They both reached for each other's hair and began pulling. One of them began kicking while the other used her free hand, that wasn't tangled in hair, to hit. They exchanged a fair amount of insults, threats, and other words to one another. Finally Ziva snapped back into her right mind to pull the two women off each other. She huffed thinking their actions were rather juvenile. Of course, she could take out a full grown man in a matter of seconds let alone another woman. In the end, both women were left with a fair amount of bruises, scratches, ruined outfits, and a little less anger out of their systems. Ziva noticed McGee fully running down the hall.

"Oh wow." He exclaimed as he reached the bullpen, breathing rather hard.

"What the hell happened, McGee?" Gibbs yelled walking towards Ziva to assist her with the two angry women.

"I…uh…don't know," Tim stuttered looking from Ziva to his boss then two the suspects.

"What ever happened to rule number one?" Gibbs grumbled, obviously angry and frustrated taking the wife by the wrist and dragging her away.

"Sorry boss, I let her go to use the bathroom!" McGee called after him. Gibbs didn't acknowledge his apology. Ziva sat the girlfriend down in a chair, said a few words to her, and then turned back to Tim.

"Rule number one?" Ziva asked, forgetting a very important rule.

"Never let suspects stay together." McGee mumbled. He was so disappointed in himself. It was a common 'probie' mistake. Ziva nodded then noticed Tony sprinting back to bullpen with a glass of water in his hand.

"I heard screaming!" He acknowledged, looking around the room to investigate. He noticed Kevin Sullivan's girlfriend sitting quietly at Ziva's desk. Her hair was ratted, she had a bruise on her cheek, and her shirt was pulled down far enough to expose her bra strap. "What happened?"

"They had a…" Ziva snapped her fingers in the air to look for the right word, "a dog fight."

"Catfight, Ziva." McGee selflessly corrected. Ziva made a mental note of the term. Tony's jaw drop, along with the glass of water. He looked from McGee, to Ziva, then to the beaten up young women sitting down. He had left during his favorite part of the case, the part he was anticipating the most for.

"And I missed it?"

Btw, I do fully ship Tony/Ziva, TIVA, whatever you want to call them. I do know there are two rule #1. I don't know if the writers didn't keep track of all of them but I am fully aware. I think there are two rule #3 too, so watch for that. Thanks too Both Artemis and Athena and Honeydust9251 for reviewing! I'll stop putting an Author's Note at the beginning and end of every story next time! As always, thanks for reading(:

-Sam