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NCIS Headquarters – Bullpen
Abby stared at her phone, shock written all over her face. The male voice that spoke over the line belonged to the man who had left the message on Ziva's phone.
The voice belonged to Sayal El Mohabi.
Horrified, she took the stairs and ran to the bullpen. McGee, Gibbs and the Director were already there; all staring at the blank security feeds, except now the autopsy feed was only showing snow.
"Gibbs! Gibbs!" she called, bouncing into the bullpen. "It's El Mohabi! He's the one in autopsy! He's going to kill Ziva and Tony!"
Gibbs growled. "Not on my watch he's not."
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NCIS Headquarters – Autopsy
Ducky's hands were handcuffed behind his back. He was forced into an uncomfortable sitting position close to the cadaver drawers out of view. And he was barely conscious.
El Mohabi still had his hands on Ziva's arms, except now she was handcuffed the same way. Her Sig was now locked inside 107 with Tony's and his cell; she had managed to conceal hers on her person; but still she could barely hold her anger in.
"Stop fighting me, darling," El Mohabi whispered into her ear. "If you don't, you may not live as long."
Tony was staring at Ziva, his eyes not leaving hers. Even meters away, he could see how assassin Ziva was fighting investigator Ziva in an internal battle to escape her captor. He was trying to give her strength, to reign in her anger, to prevent something worse happening. Luckily, unbeknownst to El Mohabi, she still had her knives concealed with her cell.
Being armed did not help them in any way when El Mohabi rendered the pair unconscious with a single pinch. An assistant moved in to the lab to help El Mohabi move their bodies into black body bags for transport to another location.
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NCIS Headquarters – Squad Room
Gibbs was shouting angrily into his phone, trying to save his people.
"I don't care if it's the president, no one enters or exits the yard!" He ended the call abruptly and Jenny frowned at him.
"They didn't deserve that, you know," she said, standing, arms crossed in front of the plasma. "They're already doing their jobs."
He sighed. "Jen, it's Tony and Ziva that are hostages. I know they've come out of worse situations before, but Tony's injured, and this guy has a personal vendetta against Ziva. Somehow, I think their chances of survival have dropped."
Jenny was saved from responding by McGee and Abby's announcement.
"Gibbs! I managed to hack into the autopsy receiving camera, and it looks like there are four men trying to move two body bags into a waiting van."
The two bosses turned. "License plate?"
They tapped a few more keys before answering. "Tango-Alpha-Foxtrot-Zero-Four-Seven-Bravo," McGee announced.
"Running them, bossman," Abby said, moving to Tony's desk. "It's registered to Brad Hawkins, NCIS."
"Hawkins is on Cassidy's team," Jenny said. "He's our mole!"
The other half of the squad room that had been eavesdropping immediately stood up, grabbed their gear and ran for the various exits, ready to fight if necessary, to rescue two of their top investigators.
Gibbs threw around portable headsets to the team leaders surrounding him. "Channel four," he said, "we'll route it through MTAC. I want the bastards alive and my team unharmed. We'll maintain radio silence unless communication is necessary. The director and I will be upstairs. Let's go."
The people around him moved quickly, most to go check the yard in order to save Tony and Ziva; Abby and Tim retreated to her lab.
