McGee and Ziva discovery that a couple of hours of peace and
quiet stolen while on the job comes with a price. Second
warning: If you like McGee and Ziva, you might want to pass on
this story.  Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for a little fun.
Second story offered up for what I hope is your enjoyment.
Unlike the first story, this one isn't quite finished yet, so it
won't be updated as quickly. Thanks to Scousemuz1k, Binky, and
SASundance for feedback, suggestions, and encouragement. All
booboos are mine.  Chapter 1  A sharp tapping on both car
windows sounded loudly in the peaceful quiet.  Jerking awake
from a half doze, Ziva dropped the book she'd been holding then
stopped her reflexive reach for her weapon at the sight of a gun
barrel pointed straight at her head from a couple of feet away.
Next to her, McGee was slower to respond, engrossed in his
technical journal, but as his eyes opened wide at the sight of
the handgun's barrel taking dead aim at him from the other side
of the closed car window he dropp