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'OhMyGodOhMyGod. Are-you-sure-Timmy-I-mean-are-you-really-sure-because-it-might-not-be-her-lots-of-people-have-dark-hair-and-talk-with-an-accent-oh-my-god-Tony-is-going-to-freak-out-when-he-finds-out-Timmy-go-find-her-now-please-I-want-to-talk-to-her-I-cant-believe-we-spent-three-years-looking-and-she-was-right-here-all-along-and-not-dead-in-some-far-away-country-somewhere.'

After Abby's rather distracting rant that Timothy caught little more than two words of he was stunned into silence. Which was quite a good job as at the very moment Gibbs walked in arguing with an obviously angered Fornell. 'Bye Abs, Gotta go' he quickly hung up the phone and attempted to tell his boss what he had managed to find out in relation to the case, which actually was virtually nothing.

While Gibbs was distracted by his agent's mumbled ranbling Fornell used this opportunity to sneak out of the office and jump into the elevator up the the top floor, where he knew the director was waiting for him. He ran out the elevator and stopped just outside the door, straightened his tie and held up his hand to knock on the door when a voice rang out informing him to 'Come in.' He did so, and the door was closed directly behind him, Agent David stood holding the door handle.

'You came alone, Yes?' she quizzed, him nodding in reply, She twisted the lock on the handle muttering about not being disturbed.

'I only came for information, whats with all the secrecy and door locking!?' His question only answered with a glare. He sighed and stepped towards the desk near the opposite wall facing the door. Agent David walked around him and picked up a folder on the desk.

'All the information my father sent over. Translated into English, mostly, What is relevant has been translated. Nothing more.' Fornell nodded, and turned back towards the door when he was stopped, 'An anonomous source gave you this. Not I, You do not even know where I am, or even who I am. Remember.' He unlocked the door and stepped back into the elevator. Ziva slipped into one of the chairs near the directors desk. 'It's going to be a long day.' She thought.


'Where did you go Tobias!? Whats that?' He pulled the folder out of his hands and scanned the first page quickly. 'Hebrew? What goods thi-' He reached a few pages back where it turned into English. He scoffed,'Where did you get this, and why is it in two languages?'

'Anonomous source sent it, in Hebrew, had a translator write it up in English. Its all the Hamas terrorists that are in America right now. Look them up,' He addressed everybody in the room, 'I want to know where they are now, what they do, what they are planning, everything. NOW!' He turned back to Gibbs who had had the file removen from his grasp and nodded to him.

It took the team less than an hour to look up every person on the list, which was about 25, they had narrowed it down to 9 possibles. That was quite easy actually considering half of the terrorists were either in jail or dead. McGee had actually started to wonder, after the fourth suspect he crossed off for being deceased, how acturate this intell really was. Gibbs and Fornell quickly split everybody up into teams, Fornell had 4 men with him so he paired them up giving them 2 suspects each to find and interrogate, DiNozzo and McGee had the same, leaving Fornell and Gibbs with the last 3 suspects.

When McGee and DiNozzo, had found and interviewed their first suspect, with his alibi to be confirmed and DNA samples to send to the lab, they were heading back to the car when McGee's phone rang. He quickly answered it with a smart, 'McGee.' To be answered by another ramble by Abby about how she thinks that it is only a 5 chance it was actually Ziva he saw and then leapt into how she had figured this out. Her rant however was cut short when DiNozzo grabbed the phone out of 'Probie's' hand and grinned into the receiver, 'Abby! What are you and McProbie gossiping about today!?'

'Oh, Well McGee thought he saw a girl he knew at the FBI headquarters this morning and I was just telling him how unlikely it was that it was actually her, because approximately 30 of America have dark brown hair, and I mean, about 50 is Female -'

'Aaand still probie can't get a date.' He couldn't resist the chance, he flashed McGee his infamous smile and continued to listen to abby's ramble about how she didn't think the McGee actually saw Ziva but a girl who looked an awful lot like her, with an Israeli accent. It took Tony a while to process that Abby had actually said Ziva's name, and when he did he dropped everything he was holding and screamed, 'What!? You saw Ziva, when was you going to share this McGee!?' However, before McGee even had time to think up an excuse, an explosiong came from the house behind them, shattering the windows and knocking both Tony and McGee to the floor. Abby now screaming over the phone in a panic.

Ziva was still 'hiding' out in the directors office, she had taken to refiling all his folders, re-organising his desk, and was currently dusting his bookshelf, which she had alphabetised. She heard the door creak open slightly and instantly darted behind it, waiting to see who emerged. When she noticed it was only the director she sighed, and walked back over to his shelves and continued her attack against the dead bodie cells currently resting inbetween Hardy and Seamus Heaney.

'I take it you are bored. You, rearranged my books!?'

'Yes, and Yes. I wish to go back to my office now, can I?'

'Call your father, ask him if he wishes you to work, or to get caught. Or maybe you should ask him if he wants you to be happy or miserable.' Though he muttered this last sentance under his breath to avoid a political massacre, he hoped she would not relay that onto her father. She smiled at him, told him she will do just that and pulled out her cell phone, and dialled her fathers number for the second time that day, he would not be happy.

'Shalom, Ziva, again. What now?' he answered in Hebrew.

'We should talk, and you aren't going to like what I have to say.'


Does this count as a cliffhanger!?

So, either, Tony and McGee are going to be seriously injured, Tony or McGee are going to be seriously injured, or they will both be fine.

Oh and If it is a little disjointed its because I did write this chapter, read through it, and deleted it, started writing it, read through the first chapters and went back and edited it but if it doesnt quite fit then its because I got confused considering i totally just changed the storyline.

Much love to you all, Please review and let me now how you think this may procede, I think I know how its going to play out now.

Kate xoxo.