A.N. Styled after Bury Your Dead. I was so upset at every ones reaction to him being dead, I decided to pull a similar stunt but Ziva's the doing the dying. This is going to be a Bones cross-over.

This story is dedicated to true love.

Tony's POV

"Tony, I am going to return my Mossad papers to the Israeli embassy today. Please tell Gibbs." Ziva said ponytail swishing as she got up from her desk.

"Okay Zee-vah, see you tomorrow," I smirked, eyeing her sexy but.

"Do not google me, Tony," Ziva said sauntering into the elevator.

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"DiNozzo, McGee, grab you gear," Gibbs said grabbing his gun and his vest from behind his desk. (A.N. OH NO I rhymed.)

I strapped my gun to my belt and shruged into my vest.

"Why?" McGee asked as he did the same.

"Dammit, no time for questions." Boss said walking in to the elevator.

"On your six, Boss," I say as I jog to catch up, Probie on my tail.

Inside the elevator, Gibbs pressed the button for the garage. Probie was odviously scared to ask anything more, as we silently got in the van.

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The building was smoking from the terrorists bomb. A limp white and blue flag with the star of David was hung on a make shift pole. Next to the gaping hole in the side of the building. At 01:07 a terrorist suicide bomber Realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Ziva," I whisper as I ran to the police line.

"Sir this is a crime sc-" The LEO started to say.

"Federal Agent NCIS," say flashing my badge and ducking under the tape.

"ZIVA," I yelled running around the smoking, derbies filled hole getting chastised, and yelled at by fighter fighters and rescue workers.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs said motioning me over to where he was squatting. I ran over what I saw would make me wish I hadn't. I charred skeleton next to a melted green blob and the remains of a gun and badge near its hip.

"Ziva," I say fighting the urge to hurl at a crime scene for the first time in ten years. Ziva, Sweet, Kick ass, Caring, Ninja, Sexy, Assassin, My Ziva, was dead. I never had the courage up to tell her, that I loved her.

"DiNozzo, Call the Jeffersonian tell them its Gibbs. I need to borrow Dr. Temperance brennan and her team," Gibbs said softly. I nodded my head blankly and called the museums number.