Sorry that I have not updated in so long! I hope you don't hate me! I'll try to update as often as I can! Midterms have been TOUGH on me!

Tony sat near the door, waiting for any sign from Gibbs. He hated not knowing what was going on outside, but knew how important it was to keep Ziva safe. A knock on the door brought Tony out of his reverie and he jumped to his feet.

"Who is it?" Tony called through the door.

"It's me, Jeanne," Jeanne called back almost sounding nervous. "I need to check Ziva's vitals." Tony opened the door, looking around before letting her in. She was acting unusually paranoid, Tony noticed.

"Everything okay?" Tony asked, watching Jeanne.

"She seems to be doing better," Jeanne said. "Did the others go home?"

"They had work to do," Tony answered. "What's wrong?" Tony mouthed and Jeanne glanced at her name tag. Someone had wired Jeanne and was listening to everything that was said. "When do you think she might wake up?" Tony asked, motioning for Jeanne to act as if nothing was happening.

"There's no telling. Some patients have woken up after a few days, and some have never woke up," Jeanne said as Tony walked up to her.

Unhooking her name tag, Tony slowly began unwrapping the wire. "Zive is a strong woman. She has too much to live for," Tony said, keeping up the ploy.

"She is lucky to have so many people that truly care about her," Jeanne said as Tony pulled a knife out of to sever the cord. However, before he could cut the cord, Jeanne stopped him, shaking her head vigorously. Tony raised his eyebrow silently questioning her, and Jeanne unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a bomb strapped to her. Looking closely, Tony realized that the cord was tied into the bomb and that by cutting the cord, he would have triggered the bomb and blew the whole place up.

Sighing, Tony looked around the room trying to find something useful. 'Why me?' he thought to himself. Looking towards Ziva's bed, he found the soda he had brought with his food that afternoon. Reaching to grab it, Tony popped the lid off and dunked the microphone into the liquid.

"Who did this?" Tony asked, taking his cell phone out of his pocket to call Gibbs.

"A friend of my father's came to my office and told me that I didn't have a choice," Jeanne said. "I was supposed to put this into her iv," she added, shakingly holding up a syringe.

"Boss, we got a problem," Tony said when Gibbs answered the telephone.

"What, DiNozzo?" Gibbs sighed. Wasn't finding the main suspect dead bad enough?

"Someone rigged Jeanne with explosives and forced her to come into Ziva's room," Tony explained.

"I'll be right there," Gibbs said, hanging up the phone and hurrying down the hall. Storming into the hospital room, Gibbs asked, "Who?"

Jeanne was a nervous wreck by this time. She was shaking uncontrollably and did not know what to say to the marine.

"Jeanne, we need you to tell us what you know," Tony said as Gibbs looked at the bomb around her torso.

"He said that if I did anything other than what he said, then he would blow me up," Jeanne explained.

"Boss, we got to get her out of here," Tony said. "If this goes off, this whole room will go up, including Ziva."

Gibbs paid no attention to the younger agent; instead he fiddled with the bomb. Cutting one of the cords with his knife, Gibbs disarmed the bomb much to everyone's relief. Just then, Gibbs cell phone broke the silence in the room. "Gibbs."

"Gibbs! I've been trying to get a hold of you for like ever," Abby said from her lab. "Marshall Baxter was not who hit Ziva. He was a decoy. We found the fingerprints of Trent Kort inside the car, and found him sneaking out of the car on the camera. I should have seen it before, but I jumped to conclusions."

"Abby, who is he?" Gibbs interrupted.

"Rogue CIA agent. He was working under cover with the arms dealer La Grenouille as his second-in-command. CIA has not heard from him in six months, and has been unable to track his whereabouts."

"Find him, Abby," Gibbs ordered, slamming his cell phone shut.

"Tony, stay here with David and keep guard. Dr. Benoit, stay here, too," Gibbs ordered, leaving the room.

"What the hell is going on, Tony?" Jeanne said. This was too much for her.

"The man who put the bomb on you belongs to a terrorist cell we have been trying to track down," Tony explained, checking the windows again. "I hope the bastard pays," Tony muttered, his eyes drifting to Ziva. Jeanne did not miss this look. Tony may try to say he does not care for the Israeli, but Jeanne knew better.

"Security is on the look out of the guy," Gibbs said, reentering the room. "I want Officer David taken the Bethesda as soon as possible," he told Jeanne. "No one else is to know."

"Did you find him, Boss?" Tony asked, immediately regretting it.

"Yeah, Tony, and I let him go," Gibbs said sarcastically, head-slapping Tony.

"Sorry, Boss," he replied.

Within four hours, Ziva had been successfully transferred to Bethesda with a security guard stationed

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