Paloma Reynosa stepped into Jackson Gibbs' general store, flipping the store's open/closed sign to the closed position. Jackson pulled away from the candy that he was putting out on display and looked up at the woman, "May I help you?"

She took a step towards him, "Yes, Mr. Gibbs, I think you can."

He smiled at her, "What do you need, Miss?"

"You."

The smile on Jackson's face quickly disappeared as Paloma crept closer to the counter. Suddenly the door opened, a frantic Tony walked in, making his way past her.

"The store is closed." Paloma called out.

"Please tell me you have kosher salt, Sir." Tony blurted out, his hands pressed to the counter, his fingers tapping feverishly.

"I said the store is closed." Paloma raised her voice.

Tony turned, "Look, we're having a dinner party and my wife, you see, she's Jewish and I'm still trying to, you know, fit in and I really, really need some kosher salt, so please, just stay open just long enough for me to get some or she's going to kill me." He turned back to Jackson, "So, do you have kosher salt? Please."

Jackson nodded and pointed, "Yeah, over in the corner."

"Toda! Whatever that means, you're a life saver, Mister!" Tony hurried over to the corner of the store. Paloma stood there, she half-heartedly smiled as Tony turned around holding up a box of salt, "Got it!" He placed the box on the counter, "How much do I owe you?"

"That's three dollars."

"Wow, what am I paying for, the salt or the kosher, huh?" Paloma cleared her throat, making Tony turn his head slightly, "Your wife doesn't have a sense of humor, huh?"

"I am not his wife."

"Oh, I know who you are." Tony proclaimed, turning to look at her, he smiled at her, he slowly started to unwrap a piece of the candy and popped it into his mouth. He fell back, leaning against the counter chewing the candy very slowly, "Gibbs was right, this is pretty damn good."

Paloma squinted hard at Tony, her arm moved behind her, the door flung open, Mike Franks stepped in, his 45 pointed at her head, "I wouldn't do that if I was you."

"You're suppose to be dead."

"Sorry to disappoint you. Probie, you have a visitor."

Gibbs stepped out of backroom, walking over to Paloma taking the handgun from the back of her waistband, "You okay, Dad?"

"I'm fine." Jackson tugged at his shirt, "Can I take off his vest now?"

Paloma just smiled at Gibbs and he smiled back, which drew an odd look from her.

"They're not coming lady." Tony called out, "Not the two bodyguards outside, the three in a van just outside of town or two guys on the plane at the private airport. Sorry, you're kinda shit out of luck, like your brother."

"Alejandro?"

"That's his name? I've been calling him asshole, Boss."

"You killed my brother?" An enraged Paloma yelled.

"Well, I dunno, he kinda, sorta, maybe...fell out the back of a c-130?" Tony shrugged his shoulders, "But we were over the Gulf of Mexico at the time, so who knows, he could be alive, I doubt it, but I guess he could've lived. Hey, look on the bright side, maybe he landed in oil and the sharks haven't eaten him yet."

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Paloma screamed at the top of her lungs, she lunged at Tony, but Gibbs grapped her from behind, grabbing his arms around neck, tightening his grip until she became unconscious.

"You know, she may be right, Boss, Ziva might kill me for missing her ceremony."

"You aren't the only one." Gibbs said, laying Paloma on her front, pulling her arms behind her back and cuffing her, "I guess it was your idea to have Alejandro 'fall out of the plane,' huh, Mike?"

Franks smirked, "I wanted to, but your probie wouldn't let me."

"For the last time, I'm not your probie and I'm not Gibbs' probie, I'm so un-probie, it hurts!"

"Whatever, Probie." Mike's grinned widened, making Tony roll his eyes.

"So, what's the plan, Boss?" Tony asked.

Gibbs looked at Tony, but didn't answer.

Tony didn't see any sign of vengeance in Gibbs' eyes, he saw calm and yet he knew Gibbs had to have something planned. Something brilliant.


Ziva sat at her desk, clinging hard to her cell phone, she had called Tony at least 15 times with not one answer. She just shook her head as her latest call went straight to voice-mail, "He promised."

"I'm sure he has a reasonable explanation...well, maybe not reasonable." McGee said, catching Ziva's ired look, "I mean, it's Tony...and besides, Gibbs wasn't there either."

Ziva sighed, "I know, he's not answering either. Where could they be?"

"Agent DiNozzo was on an assignment." Director Vance announced.

Ziva looked up at the balcony, "What assignment? Did you say, 'was'?" She asked, standing up.

"Yes." Vance answered and started down the stairs, making his way into the bullpen area, laying a small square case on Tony's desk, "He was successful in his mission."

"What mission, Director?" McGee asked. Vance glared at McGee, he quickly apologized, "Sorry."

Vance let out a small smile, "Mike Franks."

"He's alive?" Ziva asked.

Vance nodded, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to take care of."

"See, told ya, Ziva." McGee smiled, but he glanced back towards Vance, "What about Gibbs, Director?" But it fell on death ear, Vance had already disappeared into the elevator.

Ziva moved out from behind her desk, walking over to Tony's, she picked up the square case, inside was a DVD labeled, "US Citizenship Ceremony, Washington DC, May 26th 2010." She ran her thumbs over the top of the case and just smiled lovingly at it.


Paloma Reynosa awoke, her eyes blinking rapidly. She turned her head seeing that she was on an airplane just landing, she turned her head, her brother was shackled and gagged sitting in the seat to the right of her, "Hermano?" She tried to move to him, but she was also restrained by her wrist and ankles to the floor below.

Alejandro mumbled through his gag.

"I have a deal for you." Vance declared, sitting in a seat behind hers.

Paloma turned her head around as much as she could, "I'm sure my government will be thrilled to know that the US government has kidnapped two of its finest citizens."

The plane came to a halt, "So you don't want to hear about the deal?" Vance inquired.

"What deal?" She groaned, struggling to get free.

"You and your brother will be set free from this plane, if you agree to leave Agent Gibbs and anyone associated with him alone."

Paloma buried her chin into her chest, trying to hide her crooked smile, "You have my word."

"Good." Vance said. The doors to the plane opened, two men stepped on, "Would you please escort these two off my plane, please."

"At once, Sir." One of the men said, moving over to Paloma, unlocking her restraints as the other unlocked Alejandro, "Right this way, Ma'am."

Alejandro stopped, looking down at Vance, "She was lying."

Vance tilted his head up towards him, "Adiós, Mr. Rivera."

Paloma and Alejandro walked down the steps of the plane. Two men in marine fatigues walked up to them, their weapons drawn, "What is the meaning of this?" Rivera demanded an answer.

An older marine in sunglasses walked out from behind the two soldiers, "Welcome to GITMO. Enjoy your stay." He raised his hand, giving a nod to a smiling Vance as he watched from the window of the plane.


Gibbs, his father, Franks, his daughter-in-law, her daughter and Tony stood inside an elevator, "What are your plans, Mike?" Gibbs asked.

"Don't know, probably stay with you until we can rebuild."

"You're going back to Mexico?" Tony questioned.

"It's our home, DiNozzo...you have some kind of suggestion otherwise?"

"Yeah. Not, Mexico."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, they all shuffled out of the elevator into the squad room. Ziva and McGee stood, she was staring at them, her armed folded across her chest, "Oh crap, that is not a good look, Gibbs. How pissed do you think she is?"

"Why don't you go and find out, DiNozzo."

"Good one, Boss." Tony grinned, but Gibbs kept quiet, "Wait, you're serious?" The group broke away from Tony, leaving him standing in front of the elevator.

"We'll talk later, Ziva." Gibbs said, walking past the bullpen heading for the conference room.

Tony walked up behind them, quickly moving to behind his desk. Ziva turned, looking at him. He could feel the burn of her stare. He looked up, looking into her eyes, "What can I say, I suck."

Ziva relaxed her arms and was about to speak when Tony interrupted her, "Look, Ziva, I'm sorry."

"Tony..."

"No, let me finish, I promised and I broke it and I..."

"Director Vance told us, Tony." McGee interjected.

Tony tilted his head slightly, looking at McGee then back at Ziva, "Huh? Told you what?"

"About your assignment." Ziva stepped out from behind her desk.

Tony retreated behind his desk.

Ziva laughed, "I am not going to hurt you, especially not until you make it up to me." She smiled, "Yes?"

"Heh. And how could I possibly do that?"

"Well, I have a movie we could watch."

Tony laughed, "As long as its not Sex and the City 2, I'm game."

"Deal." Ziva nodded in agreement.

Tony's phone started to ring, "Is it okay I answer my phone?"

Ziva softly chuckled and shook her head at his silliness.

Tony grinned picking up his phone, "Oh, hey, long time no talk, Dad...it's really not a good time, can I call you back, I...what?" He leaned forward grabbed his mail from the corner of his desk, he rifled through them, he stopped, letting all the mail fall except for one envelope, "You're kidding, this weekend?"

"What is this weekend?" Ziva whispered. Tony turned the envelope around showing her a wedding invitation, "I'll go with you."

Tony covered the phone receiver with his hand, "Really?"

"Sure, it might be fun."

"Really?"

"An American wedding for a new American and who knows, you might get laid." The receiver fell from Tony's hand, his shocked face frozen in place. A hearty chuckle bellowed from Ziva's lips, "I love to dance."