Hi all, I'm back. I've had an extremely busy last 12 months and its just starting to slow down now. This is chapter 10 and I hope you like it. Please review and I'll try to update as soon as I can…..

NCIS HEADQUARTERS

WASHINGTON DC

1100 ZULU

Havash and Aziel walked casually towards the reception area. "How can I help you sirs?" One of the two women asked.

Before they could answer the other lady spoke. "Oh you must be the Mossad Officers we are expecting today, please follow me and I will take you up to Special Agent Gibbs, they are expecting you."

"We'll just need to see your ID's please," the first spoke again.

Pulling out their fake badges they were then escorted to the bull pen.

"Special Agent Gibbs," she squeaked nervously at the seasoned marine.

He felt like smirking at the trembling brunette, he couldn't understand why nearly all the younger agents or staff were like this, but Tony once told him it was because he was always yelling at everyone. "What can I do for you Jodie?"

"These are the two Officers your expecting."

"Fine," he grunted out, seeing her still standing there staring at him he then barked, "anything else?" He watched with a small twitch of his lips as she bolted for the elevators.

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs," he said shaking their hands. "We were told you wanted to go look through Ziva's desk?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched the flicker of shock that passed over their features, "is that incorrect?"

"No, that is right Agent Gibbs," Havash answered.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at them before he continued, "I have all the evidence and reports from Ziva's apartment down stairs in autopsy. I was told you would be checking the body to see if it is one of yours," he stated.

"Body?" Aziel questioned.

"How about you go through Ziva's desk, then I will take you down to autopsy to collect everything?"

"Certainly Agent Gibbs," Havash agreed before heading over to her desk. As they were rummaging around her draws, Gibbs called Tony over to the side away from prying ears.

"I want you to keep an eye on them DiNozzo, somethings not right," he whispered as he glanced at the two tanned men.

"Where are you going boss?"

"Back down to autopsy, I wont be long. Don't send them down until I get back, got it?" He waited for Tony's response, when he received an answer Gibbs headed towards the stairs.

Ten minutes later Gibbs walked back into the bull pen, " Officers if you will follow me please, I'll take you down to collect the evidence.

After the short lift ride back down to ground level he led them over to a table covered by a sheet. Lifting the white material away from the face of the body underneath he waited for their confirmation.

His insecurities about the duo only increased when he watched them glance at each other. "Well? Who is it?" he asked gruffly.

"Oh, his name is Micah Hussati, he is one of our officers," the man that spoke looked around the room, "where is the stuff from the crime scene? We have a plane to catch."

"Over on the table," he pointed to a brown box sitting on an autopsy table behind them.

Ducky's phone started to ring, "I have to get that are you ok here for a few minutes?"

They just nodded and watched him head over to the Doctors desk.

"Hello?" he asked, he would have answered with a barked 'what' but this was Ducky's phone.

"Boss, we have a situation," Tony stressed.

"What kind?" Gibbs grunted.

"The two men from Mossad that are currently with you are impostors. The real ones are here, they have paper work signed and dated by Director David."

Gibbs closed his eyes and sighed.

"Boss, we are proceeding down the stairs as we speak, ETA three minutes, wait for us boss."

Turning to look at what the men were doing he noticed that they were still staring at him. "Thank you for that information Doctor, I wont start anything until you get here, three it is," he hung up the phone. "Is everything satisfactory?"

"It is, we will be leaving now," they pushed pass Gibbs towards the loading dock doors, one of them was carrying the box.

"You haven't signed the paper work for removing evidence yet and what about the body?" He needed to keep them here a little longer so he grasped one of the mans arms turning him around so he could face him.

Instantly Gibbs saw the gun that Havash now had in his hands, slowly he raised his arms above his head, "I said we are leaving now Agent Gibbs," Aziel growled.

"Where is Ziva?" Gibbs questioned slowly stepping away from the duo.

"You wont find her. Ziva's such a strong women though isn't she? She didn't call out while I whipped her repeatedly or when Abram broke her fingers, I can't wait till she is broken enough that she screams in agony while I cut the flesh from her body," Havash gloated just before he pulled the trigger sending off round after round straight towards Gibbs' chest. Launching himself to the right he tried to make it to the safety of Ducky's office, taking cover behind a small shelf he unclasped his own weapon from his ankle, as his other was in his desk as per NCIS protocol, and fired off multiple rounds as they disappeared out of the double doors.

Gibbs tried to follow the best he could but stumbled every time he tried to stand from his kneeling position, looking down dazed he noticed a pool of blood on the floor and on the shelf he had taken cover behind. Only then did the stinging sensation in his left shoulder alert him, that he had been shot. Sliding down the wall he tried to keep from loosing unconsciousness.

"Boss?" Tony yelled as agent upon agent streamed through the doors with their weapons drawn.

"Have them shut the gate DiNozzo," he grunted out as loud as he could with his dwindling energy.

"McGee, call the guards have them shut the front gate," he yelled to the youngest of their team who was ordering agents to scan the surrounding Navy yard. "Boss? Come on boss, stay with us. DUCKY?" he bellowed for the Doctor as he tried to stem the blood flow gushing out of the older Agents gun shot wound.

"Oh my, Jethro. Alright Tony can you help him up and get him to lay on one of the vacant tables while I get my medical bag. Then you go help with the search, Abigail will be able to assist," he nodded towards the doors where Abey was now standing.

Abey cautiously headed over to her father figure and held his hand, "Gibbs," she cried.

Letting go of her hand he raised it to her face and brushed the tears away. "I'm fine Abey just a bit dizzy." He looked over to his friend, "come on duck just tape it and let me leave, I have to get these guys, they are the ones that have Ziva."

Ducky came back into the room and set up his equipment. "Just hold still my boy," he said as he administered the injection into the wound site. "Now I'm just giving you a local anaesthetic, you should really be getting this done at a hospital Jethro but I know how stubborn you are. Ok, can you feel this?" He asked as he placed a pair of tweezers gently in the hole in his shoulder.

"No Duck I cant but can you hurry, I need to be out there."

"Fine," Dr Mallard sighed as he started to dig carefully around looking for the bullet. "Are here it is," he said as he pulled it out and stuck it in a kidney dish. "As far as I can see, it has missed every major artery and the blood vessels are still intact, you are quite lucky," he murmured as he started to suture the site. When he was finished he clasped Jethro's left arm in his hands and started to tap the junction on the inside of his elbow looking for a vein.

"You had better not be drugging me, Ducky," Gibbs said gruffly as he watched the older man bring another syringe to his pulse point.

"No Jethro, I value my life to much to go against you," he smiled warmly as he pulled the needle out and stuck a cotton bud in its place. "That was just a pain reliever, you can leave but I want you back here later, and try not to move your shoulder to much you might tare the stitches." It was too late Gibbs was already out the door, "he will be the death of me."

"Of me too," came a small whimper from the door to Ducky's office.

"Come here my dear," he whispered as he took off his bloody gloves and held open his arms for an invited hug. Abey wasted no time as she launched herself into the warm grandfatherly embrace, breathing in his distinct smell of vintage alcohol and formaldehyde.

"He will be fine Abigail, and then he will bring Ziva home to us," he said as he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"He promised me that he would," she chocked out.

"And Gibbs has never broken a promise has he," he stroked her hair as she muffled a reply into his chest.

TBC

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