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Chapter Four

Tony woke slowly on Monday morning. His body was sore in all the right places. They'd spent the last two days alternating between making love and staggering to the living room to watch movies and eat take-out. They hadn't even managed to dress completely, Tony only in a pair of sweats and Ziva in his white button up. Now though, her naked body tucked tightly against his and she was slowly waking. Her brown eyes opened and she turned towards him. Tracing a finger down his cheek she drew him towards her until their lips met in a sweet, loving kiss.

"Morning, baby," Tony said when they parted.

"Good morning, my love," Ziva whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek. She wasn't ready to face the day yet, wasn't ready to leave the comfort of his arms.

"What do you say we grab some breakfast?" Tony said as he trailed a hand down her back.

"I would love to, but I need to go back to my apartment. I cannot wear my dress to work," she said with a disappointed smile. "Rain check?"

"You got that one!" he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Next time. I'll walk you out."

Tony pulled on a pair of sweats from the floor, handing Ziva a pair of gym shorts and an Ohio State t-shirt. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and they walked towards the front door. It seemed silly. He was going to see her in a few hours, but he didn't want to let her go. He placed kiss after kiss on her neck as he felt her sigh happily. As they reached the door, Ziva grabbed her dress and shoes and turned to wind her arms around his neck. He settled one hand at the small of her back and kissed her with all he had. They drew back slowly and reluctantly.

"I'll see you soon," She said as she trailed fingers over his jaw. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

Two hours later he was walking out of the elevator into the bullpen, whistling as he went. He stopped in his tracks when he saw McGee frantically typing at his computer, more frantically than usual anyway, and Gibbs pacing the bullpen.

"What's goin' on boss?" He asked when he reached his desk.

"You're late Dinozzo," Gibbs said. His voice was low, barely audible and he looked more worried than Tony had seen him in a long time. "Where have you been?"

"Sorry boss," he said as his heart picked up speed. "My car wouldn't start so I had to wake a neighbor to jump it. What is going on? Where's Ziva?"

"I was about to ask you that question," Gibbs said as he stopped pacing to glare at his senior field agent.

"She left my place at like 6:15 this morning to get ready," Tony said as his heart continued to pound. "She should have beat me here."

"She's not here and McGee can't find her cell signal," Gibbs said as his voice broke slightly.

"No, no, no," Tony said as he turned and ran back out of the bullpen. He vaguely heard Gibbs yelling for McGee to hurry and follow.

Gibbs jumped into the front of the charger, knowing Tony wouldn't be able to concentrate. Tony was barely able to sit still and was obviously trying his best to hold back tears. They came to a screeching stop in front of her apartment, her mini-cooper still parked in its' spot. Tony's heart continued to pound as they raced up the stairs. When they reached her door, his heart almost beat out of his chest. The door was slightly ajar and the inside was a mess. The furniture was ripped and torn, the shelf that had housed her tv, books, and growing DVD collection was smashed in the center of the living room. Half the cabinets in the kitchen were open and there were plates smashed on the hardwood floor. Her dress and heels were sitting next to the front door.

"Oh God, no," Tony whispered desperately.

"You last saw her when Tony?" Gibbs asked placing a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him down.

"6:15 am. I walked her outside and put her in a cab," Tony said as he turned to look at Gibbs. He wasn't able to keep the tears back anymore, one quickly trailing down his cheek.

"What was she wearing?" Gibbs asked as Tony's brow furrowed angrily.

"What the hell does that matter?"

"We need it for the BOLO Tony," Gibbs said patiently.

"She was wearing one of my red Ohio State t-shirts and my black gym shorts," Tony said as he closed his eyes trying to calm down. Tears leaked from them, tracing down his cheeks. "She only had her dress and heels and she didn't want to wear the heels so she went barefoot. I offered a pair of sandals to her, but they were way too big and she said 'don't worry, my love, I'm a ninja remember?'"

Tony seemed to have tuned Gibbs and McGee out, not even realizing what he'd just admitted about their new relationship. Gibbs sighed and turned to McGee, silently ordering him to go put out a BOLO. Nodding, McGee left the apartment with his phone glued to his ear. Gibbs could see Tony beginning to loose control and he needed him. Ziva needed him. Coming to a stop in front of him, he placed his hands against the senior field agents' neck.

"Tony I need you to calm down," Gibbs said watching as Tony began taking deep breaths in an attempt to gain control. "Ziva needs you. I want more than anything in this world to bring her back to you, but I need you to do it."

"Right. Thanks boss," Tony said as he blew out a breath.

They spent the next few hours going over every inch of her apartment. Gibbs called FBI agent Tobias Fornell to aid in the investigation. He brought four agents with him, all four specializing in missing persons cases. Gibbs wasn't naïve enough to realize they would be able to handle this alone. Not after everything they'd been through in the last few months. And especially not with the state of Tony's mind and his heart. When they'd finished, they all stood in the center of the room analyzing what they saw.

"She was attacked from behind," Tony said as he walked towards the door to where her dress and shoes had been left. "I know her. She wouldn't have just dropped the dress and shoes."

"This is Ziva we're talking about Tony," McGee said. "She wouldn't have let someone sneak up on her."

"Maybe she did drop the dress and shoes Agent Dinozzo," FBI Special Agent Todd Ramsey said. The agent, a former cop from Chicago, was around Tony's age. He had the most experience in missing person cases out of all of them. "Maybe she was in a hurry."

"No. Even if she was in a hurry she wouldn't have left them there," Tony said. "She would have left them on her bed."

They continued to discuss the details. The other three FBI agents, Jared Lake, a former narcotics detective from New York City, Richard Sheridan, a former cop from the New York City special victims unit, and Andrew Daniels, one of the best technical analysts in the FBI's Missing Persons unit, were all good agents. But they were all collectively getting on Tony's nerves. This wasn't helping anything.

"Tony?" A soft, female voice asked from the doorway. Tony turned to find Ziva's neighbor Anna Davis watching them and surveying the damage with a worried eye. "Tony what is going on?"

"Anna, go back to your apartment," He said as he grabbed the hand she'd held out. "We have everything under control."

"Don't you dare lie to me Dinozzo!" Anna screamed as she threw a surprisingly hard punch against his arm. "What has happened?"

"Ziva was kidnapped, Anna," Tony said, his heart clenching when she gripped his arm tightly, almost too tightly. "I'm going to find her. I promise."

"You have to," Anna said as she glanced up at him with a small smile as she cupped his cheek. "You both deserve a chance to be happy. Together."

"Well, I'll let her tell you about our weekend when I find her," Tony said with a small smile.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and a smile graced her face. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she squeezed him hard in one last hug and told Tony to bring her home. When he turned back to the rest of the group they were all staring at him, most with questions in their eyes.

"Ziva's neighbor," Tony said as he shut the door they'd left open. "She locked herself out a few months ago and Ziva came home from work when she was trying to break down the door herself. Ziva picked her lock and they sometimes watch a movie or have dinner together."

"She seems to know you well Tony," McGee said.

"Yea well it's not any secret that Ziva and I have been spending more time together lately," Tony said with a shrug. "A week after the bombing we got take-out and when she walked me out Anna saw us hug. She wouldn't let me leave."

"I hate to interrupt, but I think I have something," Agent Lake said. He was staring over Tony's shoulder into the corner by the door. He passed Tony and reached up to the corner by the top of the door. When he turned he held a small camera in his hand. It was the same color as the wall and incredibly small.

"What the hell is that and how did we miss it?" Tony asked angrily.

"It's a spy camera," McGee said as he took it from Agent Lake to examine. "It's one of the best. Easily concealed and pretty pricey."

"I only saw it when you closed the door behind the neighbor," Agent Lake said.

"We never shut it after we first got here," Tony said with a sigh.

"Let's get it back to Abby," Gibbs said as he and Fornell lead the agents out the door.

When they reached the navy yard Abby was frantically pacing the bullpen whispering 'oh my god' over and over again. When she saw them, all of them, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes got huge. She pounced on McGee when he tried to pass her to go to his desk.

"Please tell me this is some sick joke, McGee," She said as a tear trailed down her cheek. "Please don't tell me she's gone."

"Her apartment was trashed Abby," McGee said sadly. "We found this spy cam and we need to see what's on it."

She grabbed the camera and went to McGee's computer. In no time they were looking at Tony and Ziva sitting on her couch. Tony was in the corner with one arm across the back and the other on the arm with his bare feet up on the coffee table. Ziva had her legs up off the floor and curled under her. She was leaning against Tony's chest with a hand over his heart. They were obviously watching a movie and had Chinese food cartons scattered on the coffee table. Tony could feel all eyes in the room on him, but he could only stare at Ziva on the screen. He watched himself lean down and whisper something in her ear, a laugh tumbling out of her mouth. Tony sighed as he watched.

"When was this Tony?" Gibbs asked softly.

"The same night I met Anna," Tony said as he continued to stare at the screen.

Abby fast forwarded and the scenes didn't change much. With the exception of only a few times, they watched Tony and Ziva. Watched them shift on the couch with various empty plates and food cartons on the table or simply sit and talk. There was at least one time that Ziva was crying into Tony's shoulder and another when they had both fallen asleep, Tony with his feet up on the couch and Ziva with her head in his lap.

"Why was she crying Tony?" Abby asked carefully.

"I'm not sure I should say, Abs," Tony said. "She trusted me with something and I don't want to betray that."

"But if it can help us find her you need to tell us," Gibbs said.

"It won't I promise," Tony said sighing as Gibbs continued to glare at him. "If I think it'll help I will tell you."

"Alright," Gibbs said as he turned back to Abby. "Is that all that's on it Abs?"

"Yea and it seems like this camera was only activated when there were people in the frame," Abby said as she glanced up from the computer. "That's why we keep seeing Tony and Ziva at night and never during the day."

"Is the attack on there?" Agent Todd asked.

"No the door never closed so it was blocked," Abby said sadly.

"This perp is very intelligent Gibbs," Fornell said. "How are we supposed to track him?"

Tony stepped behind his desk and sank into his chair. As soon as he sat down the computer chirped announcing an email. Sighing he opened it and stood from his chair so fast that it slammed against the file cabinet behind him. McGee ran to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh my god," he whispered as he glanced at Tony's screen.

Pressing a few keys the plasma was filled with a live video feed. Ziva sat in a chair in a dark room tied to a chair. She was still wearing Tony's shorts and t-shirt, but the shirt was ripped. She had a black eye forming and blood coming from a gash on her cheek and a split lip. Tony's heart was beating out of his chest. He was about to have a panic attack. Abby jumped from McGee's chair and took his face between her hands.

"Tony breathe," Abby whispered. "Breathe. We will find her. This gives us more to track him with."

"Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo Jr," a voice sneered from the video. Everyone stared at the screen, but no one came into the frame. "She keeps asking for you, you know."

"What the hell is this?" Tony whispered venomously.

"You can try and track my signal," the voice said. "But you won't find me. You won't make it in time to save your precious ninja. Your sweetcheeks."

As a laugh reminiscent of the joker from Batman broke free, the video was abruptly cut off. Silence filled the bullpen, all the agents too shocked to do anything but stare at the snowy screen.