Man Down

"Smile Abby," McGee said as he waltzed into Abby's lab. Abby immediately ran behind her desk and ducked down.

"McGee you know I don't like my picture taken," Abby announced.

"I know the URL's of at least three different websites that would prove otherwise," McGee remarked.

"That was then, this is now. Now put the camera away or I will be forced to sick Gibbs upon you," Abby said.

"Fine, I'm putting it away, see," McGee said as he put the phone in his pocket and his hands above his head. Abby looked up and gazed at him with his eyes, watching his every move.

"Okay," Abby said, "how come Tony didn't come up with you?"

"He got sick at the crime scene and Gibbs sent him home," McGee explained.

"Awww, poor Tony," Abby said sadly, "why did he get sick?"

"He says he doesn't know. He's just going to wait it out and be back to work tomorrow," McGee said.

"Oh, well then where are Ziva and Gibbs?" Abby further inquired.

"Now that you mention it, they said they were going to be coming right up behind me. I figured they would be here by now," McGee said looking behind him.

"I just called both their cells and neither of them answered," Abby said.

"I'll go down and see what's taking them so long," McGee said. He left Abby's lab and headed to the elevator. As he pressed the down button the elevator stopped at his floor. There stood Ziva and Gibbs as the elevator door began to part from each other.

"Where were you guys?" McGee asked.

"We got caught up talking to the director. Apparently there is a terrorist here and she wants us to find him," Ziva answered.

"Okay, but that will have to wait, because Abby has something for us," McGee said. He turned around and led them back into Abby's lab, "I found them Abby."

"Oh good," Abby said as she embraced Gibbs in a hug. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her desk, "I got a match on the DNA. Our Jane Doe is actually Svetlana Gregorski. She is a Russian immigrant, here in 2009. She lives at 9453 Charles St. She has no next of kin and get this; she worked for the KGB."

"The terrorist that is here had ties to the KGB," Gibbs said, "Ziva, I want you to contact your friends at Interpol and see what they know." He waited for a response, but there wasn't one. He turned around, but didn't see her. He looked down at the floor and there she was; lying on the ground with blood coming out of her mouth. Gibbs instantly kneeled down to her side. He checked her pulse and she was still alive.

"McGee call an ambulance!" Gibbs ordered, "stay with us Ziva, stay… with…" Gibbs fell over next to her.