Chapter 7

Hey Guys! Sorry it took so long to write this...had job interviews (I got the job!) and had to finish homework. I have decided there will be one more chapter after this, and then lots more stories in the series!

Disclaimer: I only own Maddie, Urnas and others..not original cast:(

(Bullpen)

The slam of a bag against the desk causes Ziva, Maddie, McGee and Gibbs to look up at the arrival of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He was fuming; spending five hours listening to a witness was not what he called fun. "Did you get anything DiNozzo?" Gibbs's was trying hard to suppress a grin. "No! She only wanted to talk about everything not related to what I was talking about," Tony complained. "I did, however, manage to convince her to talk to the sketch artist. She is with her now." With that, he plonked himself into a chair and pulled out a much needed sugar rush, in the form of a donut. "Uh, Boss?" McGee's worried voice interrupts the team as he puts down the phone. "What McGee?" Gibbs replies, immediately jumping to his feet. "Abby needs to see you in her lab…she says its urgent and for everyone to come." McGee replies to the rest of the teams retreating backs.

(Abby's Lab)

"Gibbs you're here!" Abby smiles as her family enters the lab. "Of course I'm here Abbs…what have you got?" He asks. "Well…" Turning to her computer, the Goth pulls up information. "I was looking over the evidence from both crime scenes again, and I noticed something I didn't pick up before. Both the guns recovered from the men in the house, and the bomb from the funeral were manufactured by hand. And I know who owns them!" She looks up expectantly. "Abbs?" Gibbs prompts her. "Right….These guns are owned and manufactured by a Michael Wrights. I emailed McGee his address!" Abby smiles as Gibbs pecks her on the head. "David, DiNozzo, McGee, Maddie, you're all with me!" Gibbs yells as he heads out of the lab.

(Street)

The slamming of doors alerted the neighbour hood that something big was going down. Heads were poking out of windows, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. "Gibbs…?" Maddie interrupted the team as they moved to intercept the house. "I'm not positive, but…" "But what?" Ziva was almost yelling, impatient to move towards what was likely to be a fight. "This is Mathew's house…I think it has been painted, and I haven't been here for a few years…but I'm pretty certain this is his house!" Gibbs nods at Maddie before turning to McGee. "Check to see if the addresses match. I'm calling Abby. DiNozzo, David, scout, see if someone is home." Both his agents nod and turn towards the house. Gibbs pulls out his phone and hits speed dial, Abby being third on his list.

"This is the very, very special forensic scientists lab, Miss Abby Sciuto's assistant speaking, how may I help you. You don't have an assistant Abbs! Oh, Gibbs! Hi! I just thought it sounded cool- Abbs! Right, right…what can I do for you? I need you to run Commander Mathew Urnas through Interpol…his address matches the one you gave us for Michael Wrights. On it!

A frantic clicking and the constant beeping of machines told Gibbs Abby was checking things out and he shut his phone, shoving it in his pocket. "McGee! Do you have a hit?" Special Agent Gibbs looks over his agents shoulder, squinting to try and read the small writing. "Well?" Gibbs is impatient, as always. "The addresses match, Boss….and I just checked with the neighbours. Michael…Mathew…he has been at home all day. Or at least, no one has seen him leave." Gibbs phone began ringing shrilly as he got McGee's answer.

"Yeh, Gibbs. Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! Guess what! What Abbs? Commander Mathew Urnas has like, five different aliases! And three of them, including Mathew Urnas no longer exist! He's Israeli…Name is Amzi Shahar! I think he's our guy Gibbs! Good work Abbs, I'll get you a caf-pow when we get back!

(House)

Gibbs slams the phone shut and follows his agents to the house, directing Tony and Ziva around the back, and keeping Maddie and McGee with him. "Go!" He whispers into his mouthpiece, kicking open the door. "NCIS, Federal Agents!" The four agents and Maddie move through the house. "Clear!" Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo is the first to call. "Clear!" McGee is next, stepping out from the living area. "Clear!" Gibbs calls, listening out for the girls, but hearing nothing. "Ziva! Maddie?" All three men begin to move towards the rooms they were in. "Gibbs, in here!" Ziva's voice calls out, a muffled yell just being able to be heard as well. The sight they are met with could be called funny; Ziva is sitting on a man whose face is red from struggling, while Maddie is pointing a gun at him, putting it away when Gibbs stares at her. "Sorry…" Gibbs nods and turns to the man on the floor, throwing Ziva handcuffs. "Amzi Shahar, you are under the arrest for the murder of 40."

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