Thanks for reading this ya'll!! Sorry I took so long to update. I've been trying to get all my stuff together to move down to the dorm for college.

Also, someone mentioned that I oobied and they were right. In the first chapter, I said that Midshipmen Coley and Vanderbilt were missing. That was wrong. The names are Coley and Mitchell. I'm not sure where Vanderbilt came from. I think it was because I was listening to my mother talk about Vanderbilt hospital in TN. haha, anywho, I changed it so that it makes sense.

Enjoy!

"Hm, it's not getting a signal," Tony told Ziva as he looked at the phone for the third time. "I didn't think these things ever lost signal?"

"They do not. Let me see it," Ziva said, taking the phone from Tony's outstretched hand. "Tony, this phone has been disconnected," she said, opening the back of the phone.

"I just called Gibbs a few hours ago," Tony exclaimed. "How could it have been disconnected?" Ziva continued to look at the phone trying to figure out how to make it work again.

"Tony, get your stuff, we have to leave NOW," Ziva told him, laying the phone on the table and hurrying to grab some of her stuff.

"What's going on?" Tony asked, helping Ziva gather stuff.

"Someone has been tracking you," Ziva explained. "They are probably on their way here, if they are not here right now," she said, looking out the window covertly.

"They out there?" Tony asked, realizing what Ziva was trying to tell him.

"The front is being watched."

"That's the only door," Tony pointed out the obvious.

"Come on," Ziva said, heading towards the back of the small house.

"Zee-vah, I don't think now is the time for a shower," Tony said, half-serious, half-confused, earning a glare from Ziva. Watching Ziva move the bathroom cabinet, Tony realized what was going on, "So this is how you snuck up behind me all the time," he added, crawling into the hole behind Ziva.

"Who was watching us?" Tony asked as the two leaned against the wall of the run-down barn the tunnel came to.

"It does not matter," Ziva sighed, standing up to check their surroundings.

"Zee-vah, if we are going to figure this all out and get back to Washington with our hides, I suggest that you come clean with me and explain exactly what you know that I don't," Tony said in an almost Gibbs-like tone.

Ziva whipped around, glaring at Tony. "Do not start playing senior agent here, Tony. You do not understand what I am dealing with," she growled.

"You don't know that," Tony said. "We are going to have to work together to get through all of this. In order to do that, we are going to have to level the playing field."

Sighing, Ziva gave in. She knew that the two would have to come clean with each other if they wanted to make it back safe, but she was just too stubborn. She had been taking care of herself for the past few months, and it was hard to change back. "When Vance terminated my liaison position, my father blamed me. I had to persuade him that Vance was the problem, and had to agree to three suicide missions to prove to him I was still able to complete missions. My father must have found out more about the plot to blow up a US Navy ship. He only told me that the U.S. and Mossad had teamed up to find the terrorist group. My gut told me that there was something more to it, because he wanted me to update him with what information I found every chance I could. When I told him the names of the two sailors, he did not seem surprised. That is when I decided to call Gibbs. Wait, why are you in Kuwait?" Ziva asked all of the sudden, remembering the question she had been meaning to ask Tony since she ran into him.

NCIS Office

Gibbs walked towards the elevator, pulling out his cell phone as he went. It had been over twenty-four hours since Tony had contacted him, and his gut was telling him that something was wrong. "Abs, I want you and McGee to met me in autopsy, ASAP," he said into the phone, never giving the goth a chance to reply before he hung up.

Autopsy

"Gibbs, have you heard any news from Tony or Ziva?" Abby asked, hustling through the sliding doors. "I tried to track down the Tony's satellite phone, but it would never connect. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to find his coordinates. Tony would never disobey you like this. It's been over twenty-four hours, Gibbs," she rambled on.

"There is something on my phone from Tony, but when I tried to answer it, there was no one calling," Gibbs said.

"Gibbs, it's a text!" Abby said. "I explained how to use those when you got this phone last year," she added, grabbing the phone. "Really Gibbs, you need to get in the 21st century."

"What's it say, Abby?" Gibbs asked, ignoring what she said.

"'Z's cover's been blown. We are on the run. Coley is terrorist n LVs stepson. Phone is bugged. Will call when safe,'" Abby read. "Who is LV?" she asked.

"Vance," Gibbs said, the puzzle pieces coming together. "I want you to find everything you can about Midshipman Coley. Where he was born, where he lived, went to school, and I want it now. The longer we wait, the longer DiNozzo and David are on the run," Gibbs barked and sent the group scattering. True, he had a team that could help, but he did not trust most of them. Agent Lee was the only one that had been around Gibbs before, so the other two were pushing Gibbs' patience to the limits. "Duck, how am I supposed to prove that Vance is a lying son of a bitch when I can't even admit that I have the documents that show it?" he asked when Abby and McGee had left the room.

"Tony and Ziva know what to do. You trained them well. Just continue to investigate the case that Director Vance assigned you, and I'm sure you will find a connection," Ducky assured his friend.

Kuwait

"Like I said before, Vance sent Gibbs to the boat to investigate and George did not want to get involved. Gibbs sent me here to find out what I could about the two sailors and to find out what I could about you," Tony explained for the second time.

"I told Abby not to let you leave the ship," Ziva groaned. "That way you would be out of danger."

"Well, sweetcheeks, I'm already here, so there's nothing you can do about it," Tony said, smirking. "Besides, someone has to watch your six."

"See anything you like?"

"Well, yeah," Tony answered as if that was a stupid question and Ziva laughed.

"Vance had this planned all along. He knew that his step-son and George was on the Reagan when he transferred you there. Then when Coley and Mitchell went UA, George did little to investigate it, leading to Vance ordering Gibbs to go to the ship. He knew that Gibbs would send you to Kuwait to investigate," Ziva pieced together.

"Making you and I conveniently find each other," Tony added. "That way they had a better chance of finding the both of us and killing us."

"We have to find Mitchell and get out of this place," Ziva said.

"How do you plan on doing that? He is probably either dead by now or locked up in some underground room where we'll never find him."

"I know where Ahmed's group was staying at. I am sure that they are still there."

"Do you have any weapons? Wait, stupid question, let me rephrase. Do you have any weapons that I can use? I left mine on the ship," Tony asked.

"Here," Ziva said, pulling out a pistol and a couple extra clips from somewhere Tony did not think they could be.

"You're going to have to show me where you hide all that stuff one of these days," Tony remarked suggestively.

"You wish, my hairy little butt," Ziva replied, smirking.

"Ready to play Mr. and Mrs. Smith?" Tony asked, reaching for the door handle.

"As ready as ever."