The truck lurched and McGee gasped, gripping the small blanket he was curled up on. He coughed up just a little bit of blood and phlegm. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach, and he had a hunch that it had something to do with the pipe sticking out of his gut.

Tim curled up, gripping the thin blanket so hard his knuckles turned white. A tremor wracked his body and sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to hold it in as best he could but it wasn't long before the tears trickled down his face. It just hurt… so bad! The young agent took in a deep, hitching breath. He wished Tony were here… he didn't want to be alone right now.

The agent shook his head and heaved a sigh. Worry suddenly cascaded over him. Tony was hurt pretty bad too… What if something had happened? What if he was… dead? McGee tried not to think about it. But the thought kept coming back. Kept gnawing at his brain.

"Please… Please let Tony be okay…" Tim's quiet, hitching voice squeaked into the sky, up towards some, any deity that could've heard him.

He gave a ragged cough. It was sort of pathetic. Somehow, he pulled himself up, leaning heavily against the wall. Suddenly, the truck swerved over to the right and dragged to a stop. McGee heard the driver door open and close. Foot steps. Then the back of the truck opened up and the driver stumbled in.

The man looked around and blanched. "Where's the other one?" He asked blatantly. He looked at McGee and stormed over to the injured agent. "WHERE'S THE OTHER AGENT?" He roared at McGee.

McGee gulped and couldn't help but to shrink down and whimper. But he steeled himself quickly and gave a rather pathetic smirk. "I'm not telling you," He rasped, defiantly. He pushed himself up to a sitting position as best he could.

The truck driver brought his hand down across McGee's face. The young agent grunted and slumped down. He must've landed badly on the pipe because he cried out and gasped and couldn't get back up.

The man picked McGee up by his hair and held a knife to his throat. "Tell ne where he went of I'll slit your throat, I swear!" The man yelled.

"N-no! I Won't!" McGee yelled as best he could. There was a chance that Tony had escaped and was out there getting help. And McGee wasn't going to let anything compromise that.

"That little weasel got out at the gas station didn't he!" The man concluded. "You, boy, better pray I find him. Because if Aegisthis finds out I didn't bring both of you… I'm gonna be in big trouble. And I swear, you'll be in for Hell," He growled. Then whipped around and stormed out the door, slamming the door behind him. Within moment, the truck started up again. And McGee knew that he'd stop at nothing until they found DiNozzo. He could only pray that Tony got away…

AGENT LASTWISH: HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN

Ziva was fraught with worry. Worried about her friends. According to the crazy lady, both McGee and DiNozzo were pawns in a game. They were of no use to – whoever had taken them, and they would be killed quickly. Ziva shuddered at the thought of loosing two of her best friends, but other than that she didn't let her fear show.

That woman is crazy. Ziva tried to reassure herself. She believes the ancient Greek god of the sun is telling her the future. There is no way on earth that the woman could possibly know the fate of Tim and Tony. There is no way.

Talking to her was a waste of our time. She claimed to have knowledge of who killed Aggamemnon but there is no Aggamemnon here. It was all a story. Now- Ziva's train of thought stopped dead in it's tracks, when realization hit her.

The John Doe… Nonmem Agga… She knew it was a ridiculous name! It couldn't possibly be that man's real name… Nonmemagga… Aggamemnon! It was Aggamemnon spelled backwards!

Ziva shot up like a rocket. "Gibbs!" She cried urgently.

Gibbs was walking down the stairs from M-TAC when he heard Ziva's voice. He looked up and hustled down the stairs. "Whatcha got, Ziver?" He asked.

"Gibbs, our John Doe- er, Nonmem Agga! It is just a ploy Gibbs! The woman, Cassandra was right all along! Nonmem Agga is just Aggamemnon spelled backwards! Cassandra said she knew who killed Aggamemnon! She actually does have relevant information!" She cried, trying to explain it all in one breath.

Gibbs' eyes went wide. "Son of a-" He cut off there and went running down the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks when shots rang out.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Gibbs realized, with horror, that the shots were coming from the room where he had interviewed Cassandra! Gibbs high tailed it towards the room, and gasped in horror at what he saw.

The girl, Cassandra was laying in a pool of blood on the floor. There were three gun shot wounds across her abdomen. The gun, only a few inches from her weak body.

The girl gurgled. Gibbs rushed to her side and pressed down on the wound, only to have blood spew from her mouth.

"A-a-agent-gent… G-G-I-Ibbs…" She rasped.

"Hey, sh… Don't speak… We're gonna get you outta here. Stay with us, got it?" Gibbs cooed to the girl, before turning around and yelling, "YOU! GET DUCKY UP HERE NOW!"

Cassandra tugged on Jethro's sleeve, and the older man turned around to face her.

"C-C-Cly-lytemnestra… A-a…nd… A-A-Aegis-is-isthis… K-killed me… I-I saw… Th-their… fa-… … faces…" She sputtered.

"Hey, Cassandra. Stop talking. You'll be okay. We're gonna get you outta here, but you have to stay with me. You got it? Stay with me,"

"The-… The… c-ycle…. Ha-ha-has b-begun… … …" And with that, the woman went limp, eyes rolling back and closing.

Ducky got there just in time to pronounce the woman dead.

AGENT LASTWISH: HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN

"Let go of me! Let go! Rng! Let go!"

Tim awoke to the sound of a voice, outside the truck. It took him a few moments for the young agent to realize the truck was stopped and no longer moving.

And that voice…

It sounded like Tony!

Suddenly, the back of the truck opened and someone was thrown inside.

"T-tony?"

AGENT LASTWISH: HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN

Ziva had never seen Gibbs so angry before. Ducky was downstairs doing the autopsy, on the woman Cassandra. But it was very clear what the cause of death would be.

At any rate, Gibbs was furious. He was upstairs talking- or more like yelling- to Director Vance about how some, albeit, terrorist got into the building and killed his only lead.

Albeit, Gibbs was angry because he felt, in some way, responsible for the young girl's death. Responsible because he couldn't stop her from dying.

Ziva flipped on the news, on the TV in the squadroom, hoping to find something- anything, on the news. Of course, she was exhausted, having worked for hours on end, and ended up falling asleep at her desk.

When Gibbs came back, the news had ended and National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets, had started playing.

Gibbs sat down at his desk and looked at the piece of paper Cassandra has written the assortment of letters on. As he stared at the paper, he only caught two words from the movie.

Two words that gave him an idea that might turn the whole case around.

Two words.

"Playfair cipher,"