What do we do?, Chapter Three

Ziva's eyes widen as she read the police report that was on her computer. Sometimes she wished Tony knew when to shut up. "G-Gibbs." This was the first time they've ever known Ziva to stutter about something.

"What's wrong Zivers?" Gibbs looked over.

Ziva had no words. All she could do was point to the screen.

McGee walked over and made it where it would pop up on the big screen. When it did Tony, Gibbs, Tim, and Ziva's eyes all traveled over.

"He's out. Isn't he?" Tony whispered. He feared that was the truth. Cause if it was-he put his family in danger.

"He is DiNozzo." Gibbs sighed. "Alright." He looked at his team to see if he could think of what to do by looking at them. Nothing came to mind as he saw the worried look of Tim, the scared look on Ziva, and the guilt ridden face of Tony. "Stay here. As a group. No one goes anywhere. I need to talk to the director." He turned and left up the stairs to Vance's office. He took the steps by twos and went upstairs.

"Tony," Tim looked at the senior field agent. "You screwed up."

"I know this McGoo. Can't you tell?" Tony snapped. He sighed and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry guys."

"Do not be Tony. It-" Ziva paused when her phone rang. She looked at it then at Tim and Tony.

"I'm not allowed to answer phones." Tony shrugged.

"Maybe its Vance?" Tim suggested.

Ziva nodded and grabbed the receiver. "Special Agent David."

"Ahh Ziva. So good to hear your voice again." Ziva almost dropped the phone. Instead she gripped it tighter. "So I heard Gibbs is freaking out and making you guys all stay in the bullpen. And DiNozzo isn't allowed to answer anymore phones."

"W-Why are you calling?" Ziva managed to say.

"Oh I just want to let you know that I know every little thing going on in that bullpen. And, you might wanna keep an eye on your little Goth too. Before something bad happens to her. Bye Ziva. Tell everyone else hello for me." The dial tone then met Ziva's ears.

"Zee?" Tony got up and went over. He took the phone from Ziva's hand and listened to the dial tone before setting it back down. "Zee what did he say?"

"He knows what's going on Tony." Ziva gulped. "Call Abby. McGee. Have her come here." Her face was ash white. No sign of a tan existed.

"Why?" Tim walked to his desk and grabbed his phone.

"I will explain when she is here and Gibbs is back." Ziva took a deep breath.

"Zee?" Tony stared at her, concern reflecting in his green eyes.

"He knows everything. He told us to keep an eye on Abby." Ziva explained. "He's coming for all of us Tony."

Tony groaned. "All because of me." Tony walked to his desk and began pacing. "I'm such an idiot!"

"We already know DiNozzo." Gibbs came back into the bullpen with Vance on his heels. "What happened Ziva?"

Shakily Ziva explained the phone call to Gibbs.

"Abby?" Gibbs looked at McGee as he hung up.

"On her way up." McGee assured.

Vance sighed. "Well looks like moving you to a safe house is a good idea."

"You sure?" Ziva looked at Vance. "He knows what Gibbs told Tony. He might know what's going on now."

Vance sighed. "True." He looked at Gibbs and both of them stared at each other for a moment. "Alright, when Abby gets here I want all of you in the conference room."

Gibbs nodded to the reasonable request.

Abby ran into the bullpen. "Timmy said it was an emergency. Is everyone okay?"

"We'll explain upstairs." Vance said before going upstairs.

Ziva stood to her feet, still shaken up from the phone call. "Lets go." She whispered before beginning to follow the director.

Tony followed and fell into step beside her. Without really thinking about it he put an arm around her to help give her support. He knew the ex-assassin was trying to be strong. But inside she was terrified. Just like everyone else.

Abby looked at Gibbs. "Gibbs?"

"Just follow Abs." Gibbs kissed her head and followed the two of his agents. Behind him Tim and Abby followed. The bullpen wasn't safe anymore to them.