Sorry that it took such a long time to upload because I haven't had so much time the last few days. I hope I'll find more time to write because it makes me feel free and open my mind (and thoughts) ;)

Chapter 2

'Where's Tony?' McGee asked. 'It's already twelve o'clock.' (in the morning)

'Don't know', Gibbs said and sat down.

He looked at Ziva's empty chair. Then he looked at Tony's empty chair.

'He's got a tough week. Perhaps he takes another day out', McGee said more to himself than to Gibbs.

'Any news from Ziva?'

Gibbs shook his head. 'The Israeli embassy isn't listening. Obviously Eli has some influence.'

'Vance doesn't seem to want something done either.'

'He only cares for his fucking job', Gibbs cursed.

'Any dead marine?' McGee changed the subject.

'No.'

'No crime scene?'

'No.' Gibbs took another sip of his coffee.

Abby went in. 'Hey, have you seen Tony?' she asked carefully.

'No, why?' McGee asked.

'Well, I miss him. I haven't seen him since the…' She didn't want to pronounce it. She didn't even know what to say, wedding attempt? Failed wedding?

'I tried to call him. Five times', she said.

'Me, too. I start to worry', McGee agreed and hopefully looked at Gibbs.

He nodded. 'Drive to his house. And bring him in.' He threw the paper cup into the bin. 'Bah, I can't drink anymore of this stuff.'

Abby looked at McGee. Gibbs not drinking coffee anymore? That looks like it was going to be a hell week.

McGee took his rucksack and the forensic scientist and the special agent went to the elevator.

Abby rang the doorbell. They waited for a minute or so.

'Nobody in there', McGee said looking through the windows. The house looked abandoned.

'Perhaps he's out. In a bar or something similar', she proposed.

'Getting drunk at twelve am? No, even Tony doesn't do that unimportant how desperate he is', he said worried.

He walked toward the door and opened the doors with the best agent's technique.

'You're breaking in?' Abby asked surprised.

'He's our friend, Abby', he reminded her and stepped into the house.

They entered the hallway. Abby closed the door behind her.

'Tony' McGee shouted.

'Tony, are you here?' 'Tony, please answer' Abby screamed.

No answer.

Abby and McGee searched the rooms.

No Tony.

'Come over here', Abby shouted and McGee entered Tony's bedroom.

'Exactly what I expected', he said when he saw the two Playboy catalogues on the night table.

'No, here's a letter', Abby said and pointed toward the bed. McGee reached to the piece of paper and unfolded it.

Dear McGee, Abby, Gibbs, Ducky, Jimmy,

When you read this, it means that you went to my house after I didn't show up for work. It also means you know that I am up to something. Don't worry, I can look after myself. I need to get Ziva back as far as she still lives. I am not stupid enough to travel to Israel.

But I am searching for an alternative. I am going to travel there illegally, I suppose, so you won't be able to pull me out this time.

Believe me or not, I do have a plan.

I hope to find someone to help me to get to Israel. I just hope that I can count on them but I am not absolutely sure why I am even trying. You will find a hint in the same room where you found this letter. Please, do not search me.

Do not tell Vance or any responsible person (like Fornell) that I am trying to rescue Ziva. I don't even know if she still lives.

But I have to find out.

I hope we are both going to return and that we later can laugh about this.

You can always count on me, Tony

'I don't think we're going to laugh about this', McGee murmured.

'There must be a hint somewhere', Abby said and started searching.

McGee helped her. After ten minutes McGee opened the night table.

'Haven't he once told us that he would keep his gun in here?' he asked Abby. She nodded.

There was no gun. Abby looked shocked. 'He is doing something stupid, I know that. Something very stupid.'

'What's this?' McGee picked up a postcard.

'Hawai'i', Abby said. 'Sorry 4 what we did. Hope u r having a nice time' McGee read.

He looked at Abby. 'Who wrote that?' he asked.

'I don't know', she answered. 'But I can try to run recognition software', she took the postcard and they both headed back to the car.

'At least we know where he is, now', he said. Abby looked at him. 'Hawai'i', she said. 'What on earth should he search there?' she asked puzzled when she opened the door of the car.

'I have a bad news', Abby turned around when Gibbs and McGee entered the lab.

'No good news, too, Abbs?' Gibbs asked.

She shook her head. 'I analyzed the two sentences, they are from two different persons.'

She displayed two licenses on the screen.

'Caroline and Katarina Montebello. I think Tony is looking for them on Hawaii.'

Gibbs went out of the lab.

'Gibbs', Abby shouted after him. 'He wrote us not to look for him!'

'Yeah, he also told us that he knew what he does. But I don't believe him. Come on, McGee. We're flying to Hawaii', Gibbs shouted back.

McGee nodded to Abby who gave him a concerned look.

It was a sunny afternoon. The sky was light red and it was as hot as Tony has never ever experiences in Washington. He wore a light shirt and left the airport. He had booked a small room in the cheapest hotel he could find.

He hoped, McGee and Gibbs wouldn't expect him there. He left the airport. It had been hard to fly under wrong name but he managed it with the help of a little friend in Washington. He had never thought to ask this person for help but right now, it didn't matter.

What did matter, was that he was on Hawai'i and took a Taxi to drive to his hotel. On the way there he noticed, that he must have really booked the cheapest hotel when he looked outside at the neighborhood. It seemed to be the poorest part of the island but at least, nobody would search him here.

Tony got out and paid the Taxi driver who then tried to get out of this district as quickly as possible.

Tony checked in the hotel that could rather be described as a ruin and went into the room. It wasn't very clean and he was far away from the tourist locations of Big Island. Tony went out again as soon as he could.

As there were no Taxis or any busses or similar in this district Tony walked back the direction he came. He didn't want to take the risk to rent a car. It has been wrong enough to fly under false name. He arrived at a much more crowded beach and look at the setting sun.

He walked to the next good-looking restaurant and dined.

He knew that he would only have a chance to find the two sisters if he looked for them during the night. When the underworld was awakening.

The sun went under the horizon and at ten pm Tony stood outside again. To be honest, he had no idea where to go and where to start looking. Caroline and Katarina were not that kind of small mobsters but it was obvious that they were going into the dangerous kind of professional killing.

Tony walked through the streets. The night life has begun and he saw teenagers running to the discos, tourists trying to catch the latest hula-hula show. Tony ignored them all. He saw Hawaiians on the street, gathering to party and to drink.

The buildings got smaller and the tourists got less.

I need a plan, he thought.

It has always looked so easy when he sat on the plane. Go to Hawaii and find the sisters. But what if they weren't here anymore? They had sent him the card weeks ago. What if they had moved on with the time?

And on the other side, Caroline once had nearly killed him and she would have done so if her boss hadn't altered the plan in the last second.

Katarina had been nice, she was the one who had told him to escape. And they both had sent him the postcard. They have together saved his life when they helped him out of the hospital.

He saw the teenage junkies injecting themselves far too much. He saw the under-twenty-one-year-old drinking too much.

He sighed. It was like in the bad districts of Washington. He looked at his watch. Three pm.

He decided to return to the hotel. He walked back.

Suddenly, an obvious Hawaiian-looking man jumped in front of him. He had a knife in his hand and showed it Tony. There were people on the street but Tony doubted that they would care if this slashed him or they were too high to react.

'Would you please follow me?' the Hawaiian man, Tony estimated to be around twenty-five, said.

Tony cursed himself because he had been so careless. He followed the man who led him to a small side street and a few stairs down a stairway. He opened the door to the basement of this house.

'Go in', he said and Tony stepped in first. He entered a small room with a big table and a bar in the corner.

He looked around. There were only three people.

Caroline, Katarina and a man sat at the table and talked to each other.

Caroline noticed Tony and said something to the man. They were neither talking English nor Italian.

The man nodded and passed Tony.

He went out of the door together with the Hawaiian who had brought Tony here and closed the door.

I'm already writing chapter 3...let's see if the evil sisters like to see Tony again ;)