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In one of the evidence rooms, Ziva and Sarah began to empty the boxes of evidence collected from the meth lab onto the light-up table. As the evidence bags cluttered the table up, they worked the items into organized areas of which they were collected from. Ziva had been a little on edge since her and Nick's ordeal and had become slightly mesmerized by the swift movements of Sarah's hand as she dusted for prints. Goosebumps ran up Ziva's arms and she tried to rub it away but her touch wasn't enough to relieve the uneasiness. She moved ever so slightly and felt the radiating heat of Sarah and sighed as she watched several finger prints form on the utensils.
Ziva held a bag of broken glass that once held the chemicals and examined it carefully. She looked at Sarah and ushered her step closer.
"Tell me Sarah, what seems odd about the glass?" Sarah picked up a magnifier and scanned it.
"It's perfectly clean," said Sarah. Ziva, nodded.
"So, I'm guessing these guys must have just set up shop. I'm going to need to have brass canvass the area for any science supply stores in the area of meth lab."
"Why canvass, when we have the stores name," Ziva smiled at Sarah's confused look.
Ziva put on fresh gloves and emptied the shards of glass onto the table and spread out the pieces. Sarah hung over Ziva's shoulder and got a slight whiff of perfume. Sarah studied Ziva's neck and felt the itch to kiss it. The perfume drew Sarah in closer which opened her senses to the body heat of Ziva's. With a fear of alerting Ziva, Sarah gave her head a slight shake before continuing to watch Ziva arrange the glass. After several swap outs, the name, Leading Science Depot, was spelled out.
"Leading Science Depot, I think there was one around the corner?" She looked at Sarah who had placed her hand on Zivas while she leaned to look at the name.
"Yes, I remember driving by it on the way to the scene. Hopefully they have security footage of the perps who bought the vials," said Sarah.
Both of them smiled at one another and their eyes wandered down to their hands that lay upon one another. Sarah began to delicately rub her hand up Zivas arm and looked at her.
"Ziva, I don't remember if I told you, but I really appreciated you shielding me from the explosion," Ziva smiled as the small contact of Sarah's hand began to soothe her a little.
"It was the least I could do," Sarah lightly pressed against Zivas back.
Ziva sighed as Sarah pushed firmly up against her ass. Ziva watched as Sarah's hand came to rest on her breast. She began to maul Zivas breast through her shirt and was quite pleased at her perky breast. Sarah leaned in and lightly kissed Zivas neck which extracted a small gasp from her. Her heart raced as her body became more aroused from this sensual touch. She never had this interaction with a woman.
Sarah dragged her hands back to Zivas shoulder and resumed a light massage of Zivas shoulders. Sarah was still doing light bumps up against Zivas ass. She closed her eyes as her shoulder relaxed. Catherine walked into the evidence room and came to an abrupt stop to when she saw the massage.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" asked Catherine.
"I was only giving Ziva a massage, her shoulder were slightly hurting," Catherine didn't believe it, but carried on with she had come there for.
"Whatever, so what did you two find?"
"Well Ziva discovered some of the broken test beakers were quite fresh, so who ever set this up must have just done so."
"Hmm, any suggestions as to where they bought the supplies from?"
"Well we were able to reassemble some of the beakers to form a name:
Science Depot".
"Okay then, Sarah you'll come with me to this place and Ziva if you just head down hallway, you'll find Tim in the room on your left. It appears you guys found a break in your case," Ziva nodded and exited room as Catherine stared at Sarah.
"You have to be careful Sarah, if Conrad were to have walked in at that moment, it would have been a whole different story, but we'll just forget his happened." Sarah just nodded and followed Catherine out of the evidence room.
Ziva entered the room McGee was in and noticed some video, Archie and he were looking at. She stood next to McGee and analyzed what they were looking at. McGee had been caught off guard by the sudden aroma of Ziva's perfume. He gave her a confused look.
"Are you wearing perfume?" She ignored his question.
"So, what exactly are we looking at?" asked Ziva looking at McGee who didn't want to bother anymore.
"Well, when Catherine and I went to Mrs. Jefferson's hotel room, a maid had been cleaning the room, which in return probably cost us valuable time to get proper evidence. We let her go and didn't bother to question her. Rookie mistake. Turns out we should of held her." Archie played the video of their entrance into the room and the maid leaving.
She had seem to walking at fast pace. Archie switched to another feed. It showed her entering the elevator. As the doors closed, she quickly discarded her clothing and revealed some other clothing. She had hit the lobby button and when she turned her face towards the camera, Archie froze the video and cropped her face. Opening up the captured face into the facial recognition software, he began to scan the database. They stood there waiting until the software came up with no match.
"Looks like she's not in the database," said Archie as he went to exit out of the software.
"Wait, I think I've seen her before," McGee punched something into his phone and held up against the screen. "There, her name is Violet Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's daughter. Is there way to trace her movement?" asked McGee.
"Yeah I can, let see where she goes."
Continuing the footage, they followed Violet through the casino. In a brisk movement, she was soon outside and into a waiting taxi. McGee took down the Taxi cabs number and called the number to the service.
"Hi, my name is Agent McGee, I'm with CSI, I need to find where cab number 1947-3 took its passenger it picked up at three pm?" asked McGee. As he waited Archie printed out some photos of her. "Alright, thanks sir. Well, she was taken to the Air Port, apparently the driver had a conversation with the Violet, said she was going to L.A," McGee hung up his phone.
"Well then I guess we're headed to L.A then," said Ziva, heading out of the room.
