A/N: I don't really have anything to say other than THANKS for reading and ENJOY! :-)

"Were you trying to cut your hands off?" Tony murmured, looking up briefly to catch Ziva's eye as he dabbed a damp towel at the bloody cuts ringing her wrist.

"Perhaps," Ziva replied, keeping her voice as light as she could. Tony, however, heard the shaky undertone and understood the thing she did not say. She would have if she could have, if it would have saved their daughter. He pulled his eyes up to Ziva's again, and the pain in his expression made Ziva's heart catch. Lifting a hand to hold his face, she whispered, "You saved us."

Tony shifted his focus, taking in the whole of Ziva, sitting before him in one of the kitchen chairs, Adi curled awkwardly against her chest. "I wish I hadn't had to," he said.

Ziva smiled sadly and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could begin a movement behind Tony caught her eye. She looked towards the entrance room, and Tony followed her wary glance, rotating on the balls of his feet. Ziva closed an arm over Adi instinctively, and, just as instinctively, Tony reached for his holstered weapon.

"Ah ah, Agent DiNozzo," a voice cautioned, as an aged man in a dark suit stepped into the kitchen, weapon raised and trained on Ziva and Adi. "I wouldn't do that if I was you." Reluctantly, Tony let his hand fall away from his gun, then pushed himself upright very slowly.

"Good choice," the grey-haired man said. "Now kindly put your hands up." Tony complied, but Ziva kept her arms wrapped around Adi, whispering a few soft words into the little girl's ear.

"Now," the man said, "Where is Gibbs?" When Tony didn't respond right away, the man took a step closer. "Where?" The desperation just beneath the surface of his voice threw a chill down Tony's spine. He'd seen enough to know that this man was more dangerous than the rest, a lot more.

"In the basement," Tony answered.

"Call him."

Tony hesitated for only a second before he did as he had been asked. "Gibbs," he called, just loud enough to be heard downstairs. The sound of Gibbs and McGee ascending the stairs followed at once, and Tony almost cringed as the two men emerged into the kitchen, freezing when they took in the situation that had developed in their brief absence. Keeping his gun pointed at Ziva, the man turned his face to Gibbs with an expression that Tony catalogued as maniacal satisfaction.

"We meet again, Special Agent Gibbs," he grinned. "Remember me?"

"Daniel Wayland," Gibbs replied at once. "Lawyer."

A half-strangled bark of laughter escaped Wayland's throat. "Lawyer and father," he corrected. Gibbs fought down the urge to throw himself at the bastard. He would have taken the chance of being shot himself, but the blaze in Wayland's face warned Gibbs that this was a man beyond reason, beyond caring for his own life - and his gun was pointed at Adi's head pressed against Ziva's heart. One shot could kill them both.

"You remember my boys," Wayland continued. "My good boys. You ruined their lives."

"I remember," Gibbs admitted. "But I remember it a little differently."

"Because you never did know what you were talking about," Wayland spat. There was an uncomfortable pause.

"Why now, Wayland?" Gibbs asked, hoping to buy time, to keep Wayland talking while he figured out some way to get them the Hell out of this mess. Unfortunately, he miscalculated; apparently that was precisely the wrong question to ask.

"Because my sons - my only family - are now dead, Agent Gibbs," the aged lawyer howled. "And now yours will be, too." His gun swung to Tony's head. Tony ducked rapidly, heart hammering in his throat, pulling Ziva off her chair with him and then pushing her and Adi away from Wayland desperately. Two gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of someone collapsing to the floor, and it was all Tony could do to hear beyond the pounding of his own blood.

Silence descended abruptly over the room, and, after a half-moment of pause, Tony turned to see Gibbs, weapon still holstered, grinning at something beyond where Wayland had stood. Turning farther, and feeling Ziva shift herself and Adi beside him, Tony let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding when Agent Sanders entered the kitchen, stepping over Wayland's fallen body with her gun still raised, followed closely by Bowman and Canton. After a quick glance around the room, Lena lowered her weapon.

"Nice timing, Sanders," Gibbs said appreciatively, moving across the kitchen to Ziva's side and offering a hand to lift her and Adi to their feet. Tony pushed himself upright as well, still feeling the adrenaline washing through his system. Just as he was about to compliment his team's timing as well, his phone rang, and, with one hand on Ziva's arm, he flipped it open quickly.

"DiNozzo," he said.

Abby's words on the other side came through in a mad rush that Tony had a little trouble following. "It's Daniel Wayland, Tony. From a case in 2008. You guys put away his two sons, both Marines, and both later died in jail and that address you gave me isn't far from a private air field and Wayland chartered a flight from LA to that field..."

"Abby!" Tony cut her off. "Abby, we know. Lena just put a bullet in his head."

"Oh," Abby said. Then, almost as if she was afraid to, she went on, "McGee? Ziva? Adi?"

"We're all fine, Abby," Tony said wearily. "I'll call you later."

"You'd better," Abby admonished, and then she hung up.

Tucking his phone back into its holster, Tony turned back to the team. "Abby figured it out," he explained unnecessarily. He moved closer to Ziva, taking her hand in his almost unconsciously. Gibbs was holding Adi propped against his hip. McGee and Canton, who had worked a handful of ops together before Heather's assignment to D.C., were talking softly, and Lena and Rob were watching Tony, waiting for his instructions.

"There's a lot of work to be done here," Tony said.

"We'll handle it," Lena assured him, without the slightest hint of hesitation or doubt.

"That's good," Tony replied, offering a tired smile. "That's very good. Thank you, Sanders."

Lena nodded once, and Tony knew that she had read between the lines.

A/N: Reviews are like the very breath of life...they totally make my day! So, won't you please tell me what you're thinking?

Also, on Monday, I'll post Chapter 11 and the Epilogue together since they are both a little shorter than your average chapter...and then this story will be all over! :-(