Chapter 4. See I am capable of updating. This chapter may seem a little blah but I needed the lead up to the main plot. I hope you like it any way.

Disclaimer: No sadly I don not own it.

Spoilers: none.

Case load and been really light this week to the point of almost being non-existent. Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Abby were once again sitting in bullpen talking and laughing. Jenny and Gibbs were presumably up in MTAC but no one had seen them in a couple of hours so they could not be sure. At that point Paula walked up with a pile of mail.

She flipped about halfway through the stack then took the top half and placed it on Ziva's desk. "That is for your team," she told the four of them.

Immediately they all dived for Ziva's desk and Paula crept around to sit at Tony's. She had a desk of her own but with Kate and Ethan gone there was no one to talk to without yelling. So she had started sitting at Tony's desk. She had picked his for a couple of reasons. The first reason being that she was not stupid enough to steal Ziva's or Gibbs's and McGee and Abby had a tendency to share McGee's desk. The other reason was that it drove Tony completely insane and that never really got old.

Sure enough as soon as Tony turned around to see Paula sitting in his desk he got that annoyed look. "Come on give it back," he told her. Paula cocked her head a little to the side to make it look like she was actually considering it. Then she shook her head no.

Tony glared at her then turned to Ziva. "Ziva make her give it back," Tony pouted to the assassin. Ziva and Paula exchanged a look and Tony watched in horror as Ziva turned back to him.

"I do not think I am going to do that Tony," Ziva told him.

"You two are teaming up against me." Tony said raising his hands above his head and looking too the ceiling, "I'm doomed."

"You will be if I catch you not working again, DiNozzo," Gibbs said as he descended the stairs.

"I couldn't boss," Tony insisted, "Paula stole my desk." He turned to show this to Gibbs put Paula was already back across the room at her desk. He shot her a glare and she returned a smirk.

Gibbs shook his head at their antics as her preceded to his desk. Noticing the pile of mail Paula placed there he started thumbing through it. The rest of his team also began processing their mail, while Paula walked up to the first landing of the stairs. Jenny was standing there and Paula handed the director her mail.

Tony was still trying to get his mail back from Ziva who had grabbed it immediately. She flipped through a couple of bills and clothing magazines and a copy of playboy. Finding nothing sufficient for teasing him about, she handed him back his mail and began flipping through her own.

There was nothing particularly interesting in her stack either until she reached the last envelope. She opened it and began to read but when Tony tried to read over her shoulder he found it was in Hebrew. She frowned as she read it and the further down the page her eyes move, the deeper her frown got. When she was done reading it she shook her head, paused for a moment, and reached for the shredder.

Abby had flipped though her pile quickly, and, after looking at a couple of letters from other forensic scientists who read her work, she disappeared behind her latest copy of the forensic journal. McGee had only had one piece of mail and that was a magazine on computer programming. He got most of his mail electronically.

Gibbs threw the top three letters from his stack into the trash without looking at them. They were letters from his ex-wife Diane. She wrote him a lot of letters, but he had learned a long time ago that that they all said just about the same thing. There were a few magazines on boats and such and he set those aside for later investigation. Other than that there was nothing but junk mail, all of which followed Diane's letters in to the trash can.

Paula already knew what was in her pile. There were a couple of magazines that she had sent to work for days when there was nothing to do. There was also, she noticed as she thumbed through it again, a postcard from London. Paula flipped it over and was about to read the note when Jenny's voice cut the room.

"Jethro," she requested, "come here for a minute." The entire team looked up at her. She looked worried for a second but she covered up the moment she knew that she was being watched. Gibbs scanned her face as he walked towards her. He knew from long experience that her emotions were always displayed in her eyes, and right now they were telling him that something was wrong.

As he reached her, she held out a letter. Gibbs looked down at it and he felt his chest constrict. Jenny had been right there was something desperately wrong. He looked down at his team who were all looking up at him and Jenny waiting to see what was going on. He looked down at the letter and knew even after a decade that this handwriting authentic and not good news.

"We have a problem," Jenny announced to the team as she and Jethro descended the stair and enter the bullpen. The four younger agents and Abby all looked at her.

"What kind of problem?" Ziva asked slowly. Both her training and experience taught her to fear the worst.

Jenny closed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. "Kate and Ethan have been kidnapped."

There was a dead silence in the room and Paula froze. Both her agents had been kidnapped. Looking down she realized that she was still holding the postcard from London. A glance at the postcard confirmed that this was bad, because there was only a single word scrawled across it:

Help.

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