It'd been almost twenty-four hours since Tony received the package, and the team was getting anxious. Every moment that went by was a moment Ziva did not have. Although ordered by Vance to go home for a few hours, no one left, and they did not plan on leaving until Ziva was safe.

"Gibbs!" Gibbs and Tony heard Abby yell as she ran towards their desks. "I found something, well McGee and I did," she said, sliding to a stop in front of Gibbs' desk. "We looked back at the coded emails we found. Something seemed hinky about them. Ziva would have known I could trace her email easily, she wouldn't have used it. At least not that bluntly," Abby rambled.

"Your point, Abs?" Gibbs sighed. He needed coffee.

"We hacked into Ziva's actual work account," McGee spoke up. "She never received emails from Rivkin. So, we traced the emails again. It was tricky, the used this high-tech decryption algorithm to mask the true destination," McGee explained, earning a Gibbs' stare from Gibbs and Tony this time.

"They were sent to Israel," Abby told the two men whose minds began reeling.

"He knew more than he said," Gibbs said, headed to the Director's office. There was something that needed to be figured out "Keep looking, find out where she is," he yelled back at the three.

Director Vance' Office

"Ready to fill me in?" Gibbs said, walking into Vance's office.

"Fill you in on what?" Vance asked, placing his pen on the desk in front of him and looking up at Gibbs.

"I know about your little secret mission," Gibbs said. "You've been investigating Mossad's true intentions for who knows how long now. Any of your contacts know about Ziva?" he asked.

Vance looked at Gibbs for a moment, not all that shocked that Gibbs knew. There did not seem to be a lot of stuff that got past the grey-haired agent. "I haven't found anything concrete yet," Vance admitted. "There have been murmurs, but I haven't been able to find any evidence to back them up."

"You could have told me, Leon," Gibbs said. "We're wasting time and aren't getting any closer to finding her. I have an agent being held somewhere and being tortured for reasons unknown, and another who can't think straight because the woman he loves who knows where getting beaten to a pulp and he can't do anything about it. You tell me what the hell I am supposed to do? Sit back and do nothing while they suffer? Or go against all odds and get my agent back safe? What would you do?" Gibbs tore at Vance. "You best decide whose side you are on, Leon," Gibbs added before leaving the office.

In a Room Somewhere

Ziva suppressed yet another groan. She was exhausted; she did not know how much longer she could make it. She still did not understand what the man wanted from her. How had they known she was from NCIS? She never even had a chance to take off her necklace before being kidnapped. That made her think: 'Where had my necklace gone?' She remembered the man coming in and ripping it off her neck. He must still have it, she figured.

NCIS

Tony hid in the men's locker room's shower. He needed to get away from the bullpen for a bit, but still refused to leave the NCIS building. His body was exhausted, but he refused to close his eyes. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the picture of Ziva badly beaten and awoke in a cold sweat.

Tony wished he could wake up and find that this was all a bad dream. He wished he could walk into the bullpen and see Ziva sitting at her desk fuming at something he did or said. Yet he knew she wouldn't be there. He didn't know where she was, and wished he did.

"Where are you, Z?" he asked out loud to himself. "Stay strong until we can find you and get you back. I'd rather have you here hating me."

After fifteen minutes, Tony turned the shower off, knowing he needed to get back upstairs and check on things. His arm still hurt on cold, rainy days, and it reminded him of how he had lost Ziva. All the evidence was pointing to Rivkin as being rogue, all he had wanted to do was talk it over with Ziva. Half of him expected to find Rivkin there, but the other half hoped he actually listened to the warnings Tony, Gibbs, and Director Vance had given him.

Upstairs, Gibbs sat at his desk silently urging Ziva to remain strong. 'Hold in there, Ziver. I'm coming to find you as soon as I can. Give us some clue, something,' he urged.

Ziva

Ziva heard the door open again. This time, however, the man came in with another following. "Let's see if you are ready to talk now," the man said, laughing manically as the bigger man walked towards her.

"What do you want?" she asked her voice raspy.

"Ah, she's decided to talk," the man said. "Tell me about one Leroy Jethro Gibbs," he hissed in her face.

"I do not know who you are talking about," Ziva lied, wanting to find out more.

"Liar," the man said, slapping Ziva across the face. "I know you spent three years working with him. I know you killed your brother to protect him," the man growled, grabbing a handful of Ziva's long black hair.

"I have killed many," Ziva replied. "However, I never killed my brother," earning another slap.

"Daniel, show our guest some hospitality," the man told the bigger man to her right and turned and left the room.

With her hands tied behind her and her legs tied to the chair, Ziva could do nothing while Daniel gave no mercy. Withdrawing into herself, Ziva thought back to better memories in order to endure the pain. She thought back to the nights she and Tony spent at her first apartment. He brought a new movie every week, a way, according to him, for her to further assimilate into the American culture.

NCIS, Washington

Tony sat at his desk, looking at the papers in front of him. They were the emails from Rivkin. After reading a few, he allowed his mind to drift. It'd been a while, but Tony remembered going to Ziva's house and watching movies with her. His favorite night was when the two ordered pizza and watched The Princess Bride. It was not one of his personal favorites, but he loved how it made Ziva laugh. She was at ease, and that's what he loved.

Turning his focus back to the emails, he read a few more. By the time he got to halfway through one of the emails, he cocked his head and looked back at the previous few.

"Boss, I think I might have something," he said, jumping from his seat and pulling up the emails on the big screen. "Do you notice anything about these emails?" he asked, putting the emails side by side. Gibbs just stood there. "There are letters slightly bigger than the others," Tony explained.

McGee pulled all the bigger letters from the email and put them together.

"It's nothing but a bunch of letters," Gibbs said.

"I'll try and see if they are scrambled or a code," McGee said, going to his desk.

"It's in Hebrew," Tony told the two. "I don't know much, just enough," Tony shrugged his shoulders at the questioning look the two gave him.

Abby and McGee made quick work of translating the hidden messages. Tony and Gibbs were reading them in Abby's lab when Vance walked in.

"Any of your rumors mention the northwest coast of Somalia?" Gibbs asked Vance.

"Only the latest one," Vance explained. "It's from a credible source."

"This proof enough for you? Gibbs asked, pointing to the message on the screen.

"A group of Seals is on their way as we speak," Vance told the team. "A plane is waiting to take you and Agent DiNozzo to the Ronald Reagan," he added. "Meanwhile, I will be cashing in a favor from an old friend," he said, leaving the lab.

An hour later, DiNozzo sat across from Gibbs as the C130 they rode took off. "Hey, Boss?" Tony yelled over the roar of the engines. "You don't think…" he started but trailed off.

"She never got my permission," Gibbs replied, knowing what the younger agent was thinking. "She doesn't hate you, either. She needed someone to blame, and you were an easy target," Gibbs told Tony.

"I hope so," Tony whispered to himself before settling in for the long trip.