After handing in their badges to Director Vance, resigning from their jobs to save Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David and Tim McGee headed out of the building their separate ways, having not spoken a word since walked out of Vance's office.
When they arrive back at their separate homes, they each find a small brown jiffy bag waiting in their mail, each with their name written on in thick black sharpie pen. They each open the bag, Tony ripping it open using his fingers, Ziva with a knife and Tim carefully breaking the seal. They empty the contents into their hands. Out of each falls a single object, a Samsung U600 cellphone (not the most modern i know, but stick with me). When they turn it on, they find a single saved voice message waiting. They simultaneously play it. An unidentified male voice plays.
"I know the sacrifice you've just made is great. But there is more to this story than meets the eye. I can help you prove Gibbs innocence in all this, and end this madness before it gets more absurd. But I can't do it alone. I'll need help. If you're interested, follow the instructions on this phone, and bring it with you. I'll be waiting." The message ended. As they hung up, the phone bleeped. A new text message had been unlocked. 'Alley at the West end of 187th Street. 10:30pm. Tonight.'
That night, the clock on a nearby bar read 10:27pm. The street sign read 187th. Ziva walked up the street, and found the only alley. As she walked down the narrow route, she saw another figure leaning in the shadows against a garbage bin. Ziva reached into her lower back for her small pistol, and stealthily approached the figure. Just beyond there the mystery figure stood, the alley widened to a larger area, with another exit to the right, but a general dead end in darkness. Ziva slowly approached it, and when she was ten feet away, she called out. 'Come out of the shadows of I blow your head off!' A familiar voice eminated from the figure. 'Ziva?' 'McGee?' Ziva put her weapons away as the figure moved more into the light. It was Tim. 'What are you doing here?' She questioned. 'I was about to ask you the same thing.' As they looked into each other, another figure rounded the corner from the other entrance to the alley, with a distinctly cocky tone which could only belong to Tony DiNozzo. "My, my, a secret rendezvous in a dark, musky alley. I'm looking at it and I still refuse to accept it." Ziva then aimed her questions at him. "Why are you here DiNozzo?" Tony approached them and came into the light. "I think we all know the answer." He pulled out the phone he received, the others then pulled theirs out, 3 identical phones. "3 phones, 2 messages, 1 rendezvous." Tony summarized. Tim then finished for him. "But who are we meeting with?"
What none of them had noticed was at the far end of the alley, hiding in the shadows of the wide end, the outline of a car could be made out in the faint light which managed to shine down. The car's headlights suddenly powered on on full beam. Blinded by the light, the three started moving towards it until a voice echoed from the car on a loud speaker, the same voice as on the phones.
"THAT'S FAR ENOUGH!" the three stopped, but had their hands up covering their eyes from the blinding light. "ANTHONY DINOZZO JUNIOR, TIMOTHY MCGEE, ZIVA DAVID. PLACE YOUR WEAPONS AND CELLPHONES ON THE GROUND NOW!" Ziva called out. "Tell you who you are." "I GIVE THE ORDERS. WEAPONS AND PHONES, NOW." Facing little choice, the three placed their pistols, and both cellphones in a small group in front of them. Tony made the next move. "What do you want?" "IT'S SIMPLE. ILAN BODNER WAS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF ELI DAVID'S POLITICAL FRIEND. BUT YOU ALLOWED YOUR SELF TO BELIEVE THAT. AND YOU BECAME PAWNS IN A MUCH LARGER THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL, BUT THIS WAS ONLY THE FIRST MOVE. THERE'S MUCH MORE GOING ON HERE THAN YOU KNOW."
"What are you talking about?" Tim shouted. "THE CIA WERE RESPONSIBLE. THEY KILLED HIM AND USED YOUR REVENGE ESCAPADE AS A COVER. THEY WANTED THIS TO GO AWAY TO NOT INTERFERE WITH THEIR OPERATIONS, AND LET YOU AND AGENT GIBBS TAKE THE FALL. I'M HERE TO CHANGE THAT." Ziva spoke. "What do you want?" "THE TRUTH. I WANNA CLOSE THE BOOK ON THIS STORY, MAKING SURE IT ENDS FOR GOOD. BUT I'M GONNA NEED YOUR HELP. I'M HERE TO OFFER YOU SOMETHING." The three looked at each other. Tony then called out. "Who are you?!"
"SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE BETRAYED BY YOUR OWN. SOMEONE WHO VOWED TO NEVER LET THE VOICE OF THE INNOCENT BE DROWNED OUT IN A LARGER PLAN." The mike ended, and a figure walked in front of the lights right in front of the car, then started walking towards the group. "Someone who aims to bring down the CIA and make them pay for their actions. I work for a private organisation, who have made it its mission goal to bring balance and peace to those without it, to make sure that in the end, every crime is paid for." The figure came into the light, allowing himself to be seen. He was a blonde male with short spiky hair, who didn't appear to be more than in his young twenties. "I'm offering you a job, the chance to get back at those who have done harm, and repair the damage that has been done." He then tossed a wallet at them which tony caught. He opened it to reveal a badge they didn't recognise. Inscribed was an acronym. 'V.S.S.E.' The man spoke up. "My name is Michael Knight the Third. And I am your one chance to save Gibbs life." The three looked at him, and each other. Michael Knight spoke up. "The question now is, where do you wanna start?"