AN: This is for all of you who reviewed and told me to write more. Catsmeou you can put away the voodoo pins now. Of course this has now evolved into something much bigger than just a second chapter. (Damn you all for letting those plot bunnies run wild.) I hope you continue to enjoy my work (sorry, play) and like before, all thoughts and opinions are very much welcome. Enjoy!

-NCIS—

Twelve hours earlier

Tony walked into his apartment, dumping his backpack on the floor he shrugged off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of the sofa. He was tired and wanted nothing more than a long hot shower and then bed. Their last case had been a tough one.

He was uncliping his gun and holster so that he could lock them away when he noticed his TV was on. A paused image of a young man with long dark hair and a day's growth on his face was on the screen. The holster forgotten his gun was in his hands and ready for a target if one should appear.

Cautiously Tony started to look around the rest of the room to see if anything else was out of place, his whole body now on alert. The previous tiredness he had felt was gone in a wave of adrenaline. Not seeing any immediate threat he picked up the remote to the DVD player and pressed play.

"Hello Special Agent DiNozzo," said the man on screen, smiling. "You are probably wondering what's going on. Don't worry I haven't touched anything else in your materialistic idea of a home," he laughed.

Tony's gut was starting to churn as he tried to work out if he knew the man on screen. Not trusting the unknown face he worked his way around the rest of his apartment to see if anything else had been left by the man.

The man on screen stopped laughing and continued to talk, "But this isn't one of your movies DiNozzo, the villain doesn't just spout his big bad plot and wait for the hero to come get him. Oh no, you are going to have to work for this one. But I will tell you this, there is a bomb in a government building, it's your job to find it."

Tony was back in front of the TV, the man on screen leaned forward his hand going out of shot. "Oh and one more thing, this message will self destruct in, oh I don't know, now." The screen went black as the video ended.

Tony stared at the screen trying to process what he had just seen; he had no idea who the man was. He couldn't even think how the man had gotten inside his apartment without him realising it.

A red flashing light behind the TV screen caught his attention. It was flashing faster and faster, not thinking twice he turned and sprinted out of his apartment.

Tony had barely crossed the threshold when the blast happened. The door to Tony's apartment was blown off its hinges, smashing to pieces on the opposite wall of the corridor. Tony raised his arms to shield his head as splinters flew through the air, thick smoke billowed out into the corridor causing him to cough.

A second later the building fire alarms kicked in, the sound echoing off the walls. Doors to other flats were flung open as people started to fill out. Kids screamed and adults yelled as they ran past him. He paid little attention to them, his eyes fixed on the remains of his apartment. Pain spiked in his hand as it started to cramp from the tight grip he still had on his gun.

"Tony, are you alright?" asked one of his neighbours.

"Get outside with the others," he ordered without really looking at the little old lady that lived two doors down from him.

He carefully walked back into his apartment, the inside was a burnt out wreck. The windows had been blown out, along with most of the exterior wall. Just by that quick glance he knew this was a professional. No amateur could have contained the blast to only his apartment. Though that offered him little comfort when looking around he couldn't see a single possession of his that wasn't burnt to a crisp.

-NCIS—

Ziva had her gun out and pointed as soon as the door to her apartment was open. The tiny piece of paper that she had strategically placed to warn her if somebody had entered her home had been moved. Somebody had been here.

Her eyes scanned the entrance hall; nothing was out of place, going through each room she found nobody here. The only thing that was different was a portable DVD player sitting on her coffee table. A post-it note stuck to the top telling her to press play. Cautiously she did.

A man with dark hair and dark eyes appeared, she didn't recognise him. "Officer David, I'm sorry, Agent David after all you are now an American citizen. Congratulations, but might I suggest a TV, then you would really be one of the crowd," he said mockingly.

"We are going to play a little game. Now now, don't frown it's actually very simple all you have to do is find the bomb I planted by 0600. Oh, and that's not counting the one that's contained in this portable player."

The screen turned black before a number five appeared on the screen, then a four. Ziva turned and ran out of the apartment. She had just made it out when the bomb exploded. She was knocked off her feet as debris rained down on her. Her ears ringing she looked back to where her door should have been, half the wall had been destroyed in the blast. Not bothering to check on the level of damage she picked herself up and ran for her car.

-NCIS—

McGee didn't notice anything amiss when he arrived home. He dumped his backpack on the floor and went to flick the kettle on, leaving it to boil he went to turn his computer on. He stopped in his tracks when he saw that it was already on, The media player icon flashing at him, clicking it he waited to see what would be played.

A white man that looked younger than him appeared, "Special Agent McGee, or should I call you Thom E. Gemcity? What, you weren't happy with one career, you had to have two?" The man laughed, "Don't look so confused all will be explained, well not all, I wouldn't want to spoil the ending of this little tale." The man stopped smiling, "There is a bomb under the Navy yard, find it before it goes boom and you might get that recognition you so crave for. But I'd start running now or little Timmy will be in pieces."

McGee was already running for the door by the time the video ended. He was half way down the corridor with his cell phone out as the bomb exploded. He skidded to a halt, pausing for a moment before turning and running back to his apartment.

He could hear his neighbours yelling through the walls but he ignored them. He stood completely stunned as he looked at the space of his home. The whole exterior wall had been destroyed. Live wires dangled from the ceiling, lighting the remains of the apartment up with large sparks. More rubble crumbled down to fall away to the ground outside.

He was too shocked to move, standing in the space that had once been his home, it was all gone.

-NCIS—

Gibbs walked down to his basement. Pulling out the bottle of bourbon he took a quick swig of it before pouring some into an empty jar. His team had just closed a long case. He'd admit, at least to himself that he'd been hard on each of his agents. That second 'B' in his name really showing through. But they'd done it and he was proud of them.

Grabbing the remote for his TV he switched it on, not caring what was showing just needing something to create some noise so he wasn't left alone with his thoughts. He looked up when nothing happened, noticing for the first time a post-it note stuck to the screen.

Dropping the remote he marched over and plucked the note down, holding it towards the light he squinted at the untidy scrawl.

Agent Gibbs, say hi to my brother.

BTW nice boat.

Gibbs didn't have time to ponder what the note might mean, his cell started to ring.

"Gibbs," he spoke.

"Boss, someone just blew up my apartment," said DiNozzo.

"What?" He shouted in alarm. He turned and started running back up the stairs before DiNozzo could say anything else.

"I said someone just blew up my apartment. But we've got bigger things to worry about?"

"Like what?" snapped Gibbs, annoyed that his agent would be putting something else before his own well being again.

"Another bomb."

"How do you know that?" he was out the house and across the lawn when the explosion went off.

He was thrown to the floor as flames erupted out of the basement windows. Sitting up he looked back to his house. It was still standing, the blast confined to the one room. He knew instantly that whoever had planted the bomb knew what they were doing. Glancing down at the note still clutched in his hand, it still made no sense to him, but he knew it was somehow related.

"DiNozzo, get back to HQ," he ordered.

"Boss?"

"Just do it," he snapped hanging up. Two bombs in one night, this was no coincidence. His phone rang again, McGee's number showing on screen.

"McGee, you alright?" he asked.

"F-fine," McGee stuttered, "My apartment-"

"Get to back to NCIS now," Gibbs interrupted his youngest agent. He didn't need to be told what had happened, he could guess.

"Yes Boss."

The sound of a car skidding to a halt made Gibbs look away from his burning house.

"I'll meet you there," he told McGee before hanging up and walking towards the red mini.

"Back to base, Ziva," he instructed as he flipped his phone open again so he could call Abby and Ducky.

-NCIS-