If I owned NCIS, this would be one of their episodes. It is not (at the moment, at least). Therefore, by the Law of Detachment and the Law of the Contrapositive, I do not own NCIS.

Author's note: About the random * in the last chapter- I forgot to add a footnote that I just couldn't resist. :)

Abby picked up Tali's drawing of the building, walking over to another computer.

"Okay, Tali; let's get back to you."

She started off with the basics, typing the name (and a few variations thereof) into Google. What she got surprised her.

Back in MTAC, Ziva, having finished explaining to her father about Tali, stared at the screen.

"I need to talk to you, Ziva."

"I'm right here."

"In person. Just the two of us. Two days from now."

Ziva sighed.

"Okay."

Tony stared down the suspect in interrogation. The army buddy of the victim, his fingerprints had been all over the murder weapon.

"Why did you kill him?"

The man started to cry.

"I didn't mean to- he was my best friend. It was late, we were both short on sleep, and we started arguing over something stupid- I never meant to kill him; I just lost control..."

Abby stared at the screen. Tali had drawn a picture of the orphanage she'd been in, there was no doubt about that. But this was appalling. The place had uncountable citations for child abuse and neglect, but somehow they always got off easy.

Bribes, most likely. I can't believe this. They even have a database on all of the kids, but they can't be bothered to look after them properly?

She started scrolling through the pictures. Tali got up, staring at the screen warily. Suddenly she touched the screen gently, her finger on the picture of a very young girl.

Abby read the info on the girl. She'd been abandoned on the doorstep of the orphanage, which appeared to be an all-too-common trait. Tali was listed as having been born there, with her mother living just long enough to name her.

The next thing Abby knew, she was being hacked again.

4500 miles away, a man, Ghiralg by name, was working furiously at a computer. If the Americans got wind of this, it would be the end of the orphanage. He made too much money off of people desperate for children to let that happen.

Author's note: The rate at which I update is directly proportional to the number of reviews I get. Considering about 70 people get e-mailed every time I do so, it shouldn't be too much to ask for 5 reviews, and three others (others being favorites, alerts, and the like).