Warnings: Slight spoilers for "Whiskey Tango Foxtort". Hints at past Tiva.

A/N: Just finished a one-shot based in this universe on the 250th. I very much loved that episode and had to write SOMETHING about it tying into these stories :). Debating whether I should wait and post it until after I finish this story or just go ahead and post it. Anyways, here is the next part. Enjoy!

And as usual thank you for the reviews, favorites and follows. :)

Gibbs pushed the Dodge Charger as fast and as furious as it would go. He knew that Tony and Bishop were okay, he'd spoken to Tony on the phone but it didn't stop the cold feelings he got knowing his agents had been shot at.

McGee was trying to sleep, but the boss' reckless driving was preventing him. He clutched tightly to the handle, reminded of how Ziva used to drive-or rather probably still does. It was hard for him at times to grasp that she had just left and not died. Although, with the way she had not gotten in touch with them, well, maybe she had.

His phone rang in his pocket and McGee answered. Abby was on the other end, babbling happily away. "Abs, slow down."

"Sorry. I'm just excited. I got the prints back from the rocks the police sent over. Patrick Webber's prints are all over them," Abby said.

"Did you match the murder weapon to the wound?"

"Yes, Ducky and I did. It was one of the rocks and Patrick Webber is definitely your killer."

McGee sighed, heavily and closed his eyes, listening as Gibbs pressed the car harder and harder. "Great," he said, "now if we can only find him."

Tony! Tony, wake up! Tony?

He heard her. Clear as day as if she was in the living room. Slowly he threw the sheets back on his small bed and climbed out. His laptop had been left in the living room, perched open on the coffee table.

Guess I missed you. Tony shook his head. NO I'm right here. I didn't go anywhere. Ziva? Where did you go? He tried to find her, but she was being elusive. He'd hear her calling for him in the apartment but when he went to that certain point, she was no where to be seen, calling for him yet again.

Tony? Please answer, I really want to see you. His eyes flew open and it took a moment to adjust to the poorly lit motel room. Tony found himself laying on his side, his laptop next to him, opened to his video chat screen. The familiar twittering of a video call filled the tiny space and he sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes. Why was Ziva calling him now? They hadn't spoken in months. It had been her voice he heard, right? And then as he became even more aware of his surroundings, he realized it wasn't her voice, but rather another dream he'd been having.

"Are you there, Tony?" Leah's voice came over the speaker.

"Yes, I'm here," Tony gasped, jabbing his finger down onto the keypad to accept the call.

Leah's face filled his screen. "Hi."

Tony breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't missed her. "Hi," he said nervously, still shaken that he'd had yet another dream where Ziva and Leah morphed together as one.

Leah smiled, brightly. She was sitting propped up on white pillows that actually looked washed compared to the musty smelling ones he was sleeping on. "I had some free time before my next meeting. And I know it's really early there but...I really wanted to see you. Sorry that I woke you up."

Tony shook his head. "It's fine. You can wake me up anytime, sweetheart."

She got a puzzled expression on her face. "Where are you? You look like you're in that dingy motel from Vacancy."

"Nice movie reference, Ms. Dawson," Tony quipped, grinning, "Have you been practicing?"

"Perhaps. Or I'm still having nightmares from when you made me watch it. You didn't answer me."

"I am in the picturesque country side of Cumberland County, Virginia."

Leah raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Why are you there? Case?"

Tony sighed and nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah. Rather a long story and I'd much rather talk about you and Egypt and all the fun you're having there."

She smiled at him coyly, the one that made his knees go weak if he was standing, sent his heart fluttering. God, this woman knew how to drive him crazy. "It would be more fun if you were here," she said, a flirtatious glint her eyes.

Was she hinting at what he thought she was hinting at? Which, if she was, meant that she was ready too. And why did they have to be separated by an ocean when they came to this realization? Tony returned her smile. "Well, naturally it would be more fun if I was there with you. It would be a hell of a lot more fun if you were here with me in this crappy motel room right now."

"I'm not sure it would be entirely sanitary in that bed," Leah teased.

"Yeah," Tony said looking around the room, sadly, "you're probably right."

"Tony?"

He looked at her expectantly. "Yes?"

She took a deep breath. "I really miss you. I didn't think going away for a week would be so hard."

Tony really wanted to reach through the screen and run his fingers through her hair. She had such a vulnerable look in her eyes, like it had been difficult for her to tell him just how hard it was being away from him. It touched him and broke his heart all at the same time. "I miss you too."

Leah looked down at her lap for a moment. "What are we going to do in this summer? I've been told we're going to get the funding for the team to stay out here for three months. I didn't know that this what I was signing up for when I was offered the job. I mean...don't get me wrong! I'm excited! I want...I want to be here! But...I want to be with you too. Does that make any sense?"

"Does to me," Tony said with shrug. "Listen. I have a lot of vacation time logged. I could take a couple of weeks and come visit you over the summer. And you know, there's the internet so we can video chat. I bet it's going to go by so fast."

"You know for a federal agent you can be a terrible liar."

"Forgive me. It's three in the morning here."

Leah laughed, her eyes sparkling and it just made him miss her all the more. His only saving grace was the thought of having her in his arms tomorrow night. "You're forgiven," she said, smiling. "But only because you're cute."

Tony chuckled. "Well, glad I still have that going for me."

"Yes, you do. My friends think you're sexy too."

"Oh. Really? Can I have their numbers incase this doesn't work out."

"Very funny wise guy."

His cell phone rang, lighting up the room. Tony groaned. "Sorry. It's probably work related. I need to take it." He sighed and reached for the current piece of offensive technology. "Yeah, DiNozzo?"

McGee was on the other end. "We got a hit on the BOLO. The car Patrick Webber was driving was spotted in North Carolina."

"North Carolina?"

"State troopers just called me. They picked up the Ford at one of the blocades you had them set up."

"Wonderful. What does Gibbs want us to do now?"

"Meet us outside the motel in twenty minutes. We're going to North Carolina."

For the love of everything holy, Tony thought angrily. Nothing annoyed him more than a suspect that ran. "Can't the police just bring him up here to us?"

McGee let out a frustrated breath. "Boss wants to be the one to bring him back to Washington. Think he's afraid that he's going to run again."

Damnit, if this case prevented him from picking Leah up from the airport he was going to be ripping mad. "Bishop was supposed to get us a rental. I haven't checked in with her yet."

"Wait, a rental?"

"Webber destroyed our car. See you in twenty minutes," he said before hanging up. He sighed and looked at Leah. "Duty calls. I'm sorry."

Leah smiled, a sad twinge in her blue eyes. "Don't be. I have to go anyways or I'm going to be late for my meeting. And you have to go save the world." She brought two fingers to her lips and pressed them to the screen. "See you soon."

Tony copied the loving gesture and smiled at her. "See you soon."